Chapter 4:

"Sooooo... is anyone else hungry?" Ryan figured it was safe to speak, since a respectable amount of time had past since the head board had stopped pounding into the wall.

"I already ate, Bro." Espo drug his tongue across his bottom lip, and flashed his wickedest grin at Ryan.

"Me, too. And he was delicious!" Cassandra joined in the banter, winking at Ryan.

Oh great. Now he had two people to rib him! Ryan's ears flushed bright red as he pulled a pillow over half his face in embarrassment, betraying just how much his defenses were down. It was no use, his perma-grin was plastered to his face, due to the most epic BJ ever. And he didn't care.

He felt more smug than that very first time, when he was 15 with Mary Catherine, behind the convent. The sky had never been so clear or blue. Every blade of grass was electric green on the walk back to school. His buddies knew instantly something was up, and tried to get it out of him. He couldn't betray Mary Catherine like that, so thinking quickly, he ran into the library, and offered to re-shelve books for Sister Francis. Nobody would fuck with Sister Francis, or him if he was under her surveillance. He'd never been so happy to alphabetize catechism texts for hours in silence. It gave him time to relive every amazing mind-blowing sensation all afternoon. And the nuns gave him brownie points for about six months after that, based on his "selfless service." Ah! the semi-miraculous powers of a good blow job. It really was his favorite position.

Ms. Stone took pity on the poor sweet hungry boy, after all, he was the only one still in clothes! How dreadful! She made a mental note to remedy that later.

She rolled over, and pulled her phone out of the bedside table's top drawer, made a few taps on it, and put it away again.

"We have a few minutes to clean ourselves up before something delicious arrives. Then, I want to hear all about how you know each other." She flicked on a soft light in the corner, so she could find her clothes. Then she disappeared into the adjoining room.

When Javi and Kevin heard the shower running, they realized she was serious. Room service or something was on their way, so they only had a few moments to regroup themselves. Javi jumped off the bed to stand in front of Kevin, clutching the sheet to his groin to cover himself.

"Dude, tell me that just really happened. Tell me I just fucked the brains outta Cassandra fucking Stone, after I ate her pussy like an orgasm dispensing machine." Javi mimed an indescript weapon at his shoulder, squinted through his imaginary viewfinder, adding sound effects for multiple explosions.

"Yep, it really did." Kevin smirked.

"Dude, I don't believe you. This is usually the part in the dream when the neighbor's car alarm goes off, and I wake up on the couch, with a half drunk beer in my hand. You're gonna have to hit me, or pinch me, or something." Javi's eyes were wide. He continued to look at Kevin expectantly.

"Wait. You're serious."

"Damn right, hit me, Kev!"

"Not gonna hit chu, bro"

"Okay then, pinch me. I won't feel a thing."

Kevin was happy to oblige his currently ludicrous partner with a plier-like twist to the soft skin under his arm. Javi yelped like a little dog whose owner had stepped on his paw. Then, still clutching the sheet, Javi punched both fists to the sky like Rocky Balboa and walked around the room in triumphant victory, exposing the imaginary cheering crowds to his gloriously naked manhood. Kevin's hand half-shielded his own embarrassed eyes from the spectacle.

After walking around the whole room, Javi announced "I'm the fucking champion... of the mutha fuckin world." And fell backwards into the loveseat, next to Ryan.

His partner was used to laughing at the Espo show when he got a few too many drinks in him, especially when he happened to win a game of Madden. But this display was the most over the top he'd seen. Kevin was laughing so hard from trying to suppress the laugh, that his Irish eyes were beginning to tear up in the corners.

Not that he blamed him. He felt like the luckiest bastard of all time right now, too. And he was uber glad Javi was here right now to share it, even if he had been a little uncomfortable before, during the actual deeds. Kevin's cheeks were aching from smiling, and it wouldn't be half as fun right now if Javi wasn't here. He had the best partner ever.

Ding Dong. Oh shit, they were still naked, and laughing, and very dirty boys.

Hearing the doorbell, Cassandra reappeared in a red Kimono. She gave them a teasing "tisk, tisk" when she noticed they were no closer to being ready to accept visitors.

"Clothes please, good sirs. We don't want to be rude to our kind benefactor."

Chided, Javi and Kevin scrambled to throw on clothes, and tuck themselves in. Kevin, after realizing his boxers were ripped open, tried to fold the flapping fabric over to protect his sensitive bits, before ever so carefully re-zipping himself. When he looked over at his partner, he noticed that each of Javi's shirt buttons were attached to the button hole one down from where they should have been. Pointing it out seemed to get Javi all flustered again.

Kevin realized how much fun it was to see Javi under pressure in this playful situation. He imagined if they had gone to Catholic school together, Kevin would've had hours of entertainment watching Javier squirm under the steely gaze of the nuns. It was fun ribbing him at work too, but their work was so serious and stressful most days. And Javi put on so much guarded machismo at work, for the Captain, for the other officers, for the ladies, for the bigots, for the scumbags. Ryan understood, of course, but seeing him now made him realize how heavy it must be to carry around that much armor. It made him even more glad Javi was there with him. He got a little tenderhearted about his best friend, even through the overwhelming pure stupid happy post-BJ bliss. 'This night fucking rocks!' Ryan mused.

"Knock, Knock!" Jacqui sang through the door. "Care to join us, gentlemen?"

"Just gotta wash up. Be right there."

Kevin clapped Javi on the back, "Come on partner, let's go figure out who murdered our vic, and maybe have a little more fun, too."

Javier followed, still trying to get himself buttoned. "Right behind you, bro."

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