Further Investigations I've been on this case for three days, and I'm already sick and tired of Blake's shit. Some help he is… he's going to end up botching this entire investigation. But what if Ethan Mars is the killer… what is his potential? None of this fits together at all… I know Ethan Mars is innocent! I better keep looking around for leads…
What if they find out it was me… I'd lose my job… and who knows how Blake would run things around here… Nothing would be resolved, I can't let that happen… I won't! Man I need some time out of this circus to think… or maybe some triptocaine… that always calms me down…Norman decided a drive around town would clear his head, at least for the moment.
"I'm going out for a while…." Norman told Blake.
"Just where the hell do you think you're going? We've got work to do!" Blake angrily blurted, as usual. "Get your ass back here!"
Norman continued walking, pretending not to hear Blake. His mind was somewhere else, as if it was not even on this planet.
Rain had not been his favorite thing in the world…. But it was the closest thing to relaxation he could get at such short notice. The rain had transformed the city into a flooded dismal labyrinth of street signs and pedestrians, Norman did not care where he went, as long as it was away from the police station, and even better, Blake. As he drove by the Cross Roads Motel, something caught his attention.
That motorcycle… where have I seen it before… huh… that girl….? Who was she and why was she helping Ethan… Maybe I can find something out…Norman pulled into the motel parking lot and stepped out of his vehicle.
Damn rain… it's so goddamn cold…He made his way to the reception office and looked around.
"Can I help you?" The receptionist said, almost catching Norman off guard.
"Yes…" Norman replied, pulling out his FBI identification card, "I need to know which room the owner of that motorcycle is staying in, if you would be so kind to tell me"
The creepy receptionist glanced at Norman, then the card. He did not want to give away the location of his new piece of eye candy, but what other choice did he have.
"Sure… she's in uh…" He glanced down at his guest book. "…uh …room 201, up the stairs on the right, last floor. You can't miss it"
"Thanks…" Norman replied and backed away slowly.
I hope she can be of some help to me right now… I should question her about her involvement with Ethan… let's hope she's willing to co-operate…Norman made his way to the staircase, the rain still beating on his drenched body. It did not seem it was letting up anytime soon or at all for that matter.
Let's see… 201.. here it is.Norman knocked on the door, hoping for a reply.
"Hello…?" Norman called out.
He knocked once more, but still no reply.
Hmm… doesn't seem like anybody is here… what should I do now…? Well since I'm here, maybe I'll find some clues… yeah right, who knows what kind of shit I'd find here, especially in a motel… well, it couldn't hurt to try.Norman readied his ARI and began searching around. The cascading light of the ARI search revealed numerous finger print scans as well as footprints and other unmentionables.
Hmm… some of these are still fresh… wait a minute… these prints… Ethan Mars… is he staying here too?Norman searched around the area once more, hoping to pick up a trail of some sort that would lead him to Ethan's motel room. Upon further investigation, he discovered traces of Ethan's blood in front of room 207 as well as prints on the door knob.
This has to be his room… I should check up on him… the way he looked at the station really made me uneasy, I hope I did the right thing… maybe I can help him some more…Norman disengaged ARI and approached the motel room, hesitant and nervous to knock on the door.
What if he thinks I'm after him… I can't blame him if he doesn't trust me… but he'd still be locked up if it wasn't for me… I have to do something… maybe he isn't even here anymore… well I'm not going to find out by just standing here.Norman took in a deep breath and gently knocked on the door, not the typical "cop knock."
"Who is it…?" a voice called out from inside.
"…My name is Norman Jayden… I helped you escape from the police station…"
The door slowly opened, Ethan peered through the chain locked gap.
"Were you followed…?"
"No… I don't think so… I'm here alone, I needed to get away from the office to think…"
"What do you want…?" Ethan said with a nerve wrecked voice.
"I just wanted to check on you… I know I was being a dick back at the station, but I needed to be convincing, I'm sorry if I caused you any discomfort… Listen, I know you're innocent, I want to help you find Shaun"
The door quickly slammed shut, taking Norman by surprise. Rattling could be heard on the other side of the door. The door opened, Ethan looked at Norman and gestured for him to come in.
"Thanks… I was freezing my ass off outside…"
Norman walked into the dull motel room, removed both of his jackets and placed them on a nearby chair.
This place looks really lonely… Poor guy…"Sorry… please, have a seat…" Ethan told Norman.
Norman sat down on the edge of the bed and looked around the room. He couldn't help but notice just how beat up Ethan looked.
"It's hard to trust people right now… Thanks for helping at the police station, I thought they had me for sure… I really appreciate it… after everything I've been through up to this point, I couldn't have afforded to waste time locked up…"
"I know you're innocent Ethan, you don't fit the profile of a serial criminal"
"I've done terrible things… terrible… terrible things… I'd do anything to save my son… you don't understand what I'm going through right now… Shaun is all I have left"
Norman looked down and realized just how lonely his life was. Always working, case after case, never really any time for relief. Ethan began to tear up.
"I don't know what I'd do if I lost Shaun…"
Ethan sat down on the bed next to Norman.
"Listen… Ethan, if there's anything I can do, id be more than happy to help…"
Suddenly Ethan turned to Norman and embraced him, catching Norman completely off guard. He buried his head in Norman's chest, and began crying profusely. Norman embraced Ethan, comforting him, it seemed like the right thing to do. He couldn't remember the last time someone made him feel this way, it was much needed comfort… for both of them.
Norman then lifted Ethan's head and went in for a kiss.
Wha-… What the hell am I doing…Norman then went in for another kiss… and another with no resist from Ethan. The urges gained momentum, their thresholds reached. Norman began unbuttoning his shirt then assisted Ethan with removing his. He laid Ethan on his back and positioned himself on top of him.
Ethan began to kiss Norman's neck and began reaching form his pants, unbuckling his belt.
Norman let out a small moan. Body temperatures began to rise and breathing became heavier. Norman slid off his pants and threw them next to the bed. He then slid himself down Ethan's body and began undoing his pants, sliding them off, and throwing them aside.
Norman began gently kissing around Ethan's naval, slowly peeling away his underwear and tossing them on the floor. His lips slowly proceeded downward, caressing and sucking every inch along the way to Ethan's erection.
Ethan let out a soft moan and ran his fingers through Normans hair, anxious for what was yet to come.
Norman began massaging Ethan's inner thighs and began to kiss Ethan's erect head followed by a small amount of licking. This caused Ethan to slightly twitch and tug a bit on Norman's hair. Norman then wrapped his lips around the head and slowly moved his head downward. Every downward motion caused Ethan to writhe in pleasure as well as tug on his hair more and more each time.
Ethan's moans aroused Norman more and more. He slid off his own underwear and began massaging himself while still pleasuring Ethan.
Norman then removed Ethan from his mouth and slid back up his body. He laid himself on top of Ethan and began kissing him passionately. Their hands wandered around each other's bodies while Norman nibbled Ethan's ear and neck, their genitals grinded and throbbed.
Ideas began flowing through Norman's head, what more could he possibly do to Ethan, or better yet, what more is Ethan willing to let Norman do?
Norman turned Ethan onto his stomach, gently grasping onto his hips. He kissed his upper back and neck with a few licks here and there. Ethan twitched from how ticklish it felt. Norman positioned himself on top of Ethan and gently grinded his pelvis against him.
Norman applied his pre-cum on Ethan to use as a lubricant. He gently began sliding himself inside. Ethan writhed and squirmed temporarily, but with each inch from Norman he gradually adjusted to its pleasure. Norman slid in as far as he could go without causing Ethan much pain. Both men let out faint moans that grew louder with each thrust.
Slow and steady thrusts to begin with, then transition into quicker thrusts. Norman firmly grasped the bed sheets while Ethan bit down on a pillow. It was obvious how much pleasure was engulfing their bodies. Their breathing much heavier than before, their bodies sweating and throbbing among other things.
Their bodies grew tired of the built up stress they have endured the last few days. All the men wanted was for a little relief and to continue on with their endeavor. Norman felt his climax rapidly approaching. Each thrusts pushed him closer and closer to his peak until he could not hold onto it any longer.
Norman firmly grasped onto Ethan's hip with one hand, removed himself and finished himself off with the other. Each burst the warm ejaculate that made its way onto Ethan's back was accompanied by a deep moan. After a moment of relaxation and relief, Norman then turned Ethan onto his back and slid back down his body. He reinserted Ethan into his mouth, pre-cum adding to the lubrication of his mouth. He slid Ethan in and then out until Ethan began to reach his own limits.
Ethan let out a moan as well as his fluids into Normans mouth. Norman held his position until Ethan was finished relieving his own stress, then swallowed Ethan's ejaculate. After wiping his mouth, he laid next to Ethan.
Oh boy… what the hell did I just do…Ethan closed his eyes to relax and drifted to sleep.
I need to get out of here… I still have work to do… I've wasted too much time…Norman quietly gathered his clothes and dressed himself. He made his way to the door and glanced at Ethan sleeping. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen so he could leave Ethan his information in case he ever needed him again.
Norman left the motel room, knowing that some relief was bestowed on both of them he could focus harder on the situation at hand. He drudged through the pouring rain to his car.
I need to head back to the station… I'm pretty sure I'm going to get an earful of Blake because of all this… oh well, wouldn't be the first time, I can block him out again…Norman drove off into the storm burdened labyrinth once more, hoping that he'll have an easier time putting the pieces of this puzzle together and find Shaun alive.