At the city police station, sitting at his office on the third floor, telephones buzzing in a hubbub common in these places. Erick, leaning on his computer, is writing a report, when he is interrupted by his boss who has just appeared in front of his desk.
“Do you have any information on the underground gambling hall in the southern district? The Brother White's. I need it." The young commissioner told him bluntly.
This guy, he had known him from his first day in the police. Today, he allowed himself to speak to him without respect..
"For what?" replied the old inspector lasciviously.
"Your colleagues are going to shut it down and pick the guys running it." replied his boss, displaying a smirk.
"Oh! And why am I not in ?” Erick asks annoyed
Staring him down, his face crippled with unhealthy pride, he sneered and said, “Come on my old Erick, I'm not going to risk hurting a man so close to retirement. It’s not your age any more!”
He would have liked to make him swallow his contempt! He might have done it a few days ago. But at that moment, the face of a waiter with a cold smile passed in front of his field of vision. He told himself that it really wasn't worth it. He took a file from one of his drawers and handed it to him, smiling, “Here. Good luck!"
The superintendent instantly lost his smile at the inspector's lack of reaction. He took the file and left, furious.
Erick smiles and thinks “In the end; chasing after mobsters or laying my butt snug in a bar admiring my pretty boy…”
Hours later, sitting at his usual table at the Fallen Angel, lost in thought, until a second glass is placed in front of him. He raises his head and smiles. “Thank you Delhi!”
"Are you OK?" asks the young man.
"Yeah, just a hard day at work." He looks at him, straight in the eyes, for a few moments.
Then someone hails the waiter who smiles at him and leaves.
In the early morning, his mind slightly clouded by alcohol, he waits for him, in the same place. At the end of the bridge, the coveted figure appears. Delhi, coat tight against him. Arriving in front of him, he slips into his arms and kisses him, whispering “it’s cold darling, let’s go home quickly!”
Erick takes him by the waist and guides him. The door of his apartment barely passed, greedy, took off his clothes, kissing him and pushing him towards his room.
Once again, he will obey all the orders of the pretty waiter for hours...
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Awake, Delhi asleep, naked, in his arms, Erick admires him with a smile. His perfect face, his pretty half-open mouth letting out his breath. The warmth of his body next to him awakens his senses.
Gently, the young man's eyelids adorned with long lashes open. "Hello," he stammered sleepily. Which made the old cop laugh and he hugged him a little more.
"Hello Darling. Did you sleep well?" The young man smiled, nodding his head. Erick can't help but wonder why his eyes never show emotions?
Seeing his bedfriend's absent gaze, Delhi again asks him "Are you okay?"
Erick, showing a complex face “Oh, nothing bad. As I am close to retirement, I was put apart a bit at work… In fact, it does not matter to me now. Instead, I should start preparing for my retirement life.”
Delhi “Anyway, you are very vigorous for a future retiree!” pressing a kiss to the cop's mouth.
Erick laughs and kisses him harder, sliding his hands over his body to his buttocks. “I want more honey!” Slipping between the thighs of the young man who scratched his back gently, from the top of the spine to the birth of his buttocks, which made him shiver. Their reciprocal desires, Delhi raising his legs to welcome him once again. Erick, voluntary servant of his pretty prince dictating his wishes to him.
The groans of the pretty waiter make him lose control, Erick grabs the last condom from the gutted package on his bedside table, puts it on and gently inserts himself. Delhi stiffened, frowning. Droplets of sweat rising on his forehead, moaning “Ah! slowly slowly!"
Executing with patience, waiting for his lover's next orders, Erick bends over the young man and kisses him tenderly. Delhi moaned again “Move slowly and touch me!” The old man obeyed, gently rocking his hips back and forth as he rubbed his lover's cock up and down. Gasping “huh, move faster, harder!” demands Delhi.
Letting go of the young man's manhood, rising to his knees, he grabs his hips and speed up the pace, entering faster and harder.
They continued their passionate love-making, until they fell asleep again, their bodies sticky with perspiration stuck together.
After a few hours of rest, Delhi wakes up in this bed he is beginning to know. He gets up and grabs Erick's shirt, carelessly resting on a chair, and puts it on.
He mechanically heads for the kitchen and approaches his lover preparing to eat. He hugs the man's broad back, hugging him from behind as he rests his chin on his shoulder.
"Are you well rested?" Erick asks him, his hands still flailing in front of the stove.
"Yes!" replies the young man who kisses him on the neck. “It smells great! I can't wait to taste it!”
Erick, smiling and proud of himself “It's almost done. Sit down darling, I'll take care of everything."
Delhi pulls away from him and takes a seat around the table, sitting sideways, legs crossed, as usual.
After the meal, before clearing away, Erick hands Delhi a bag from a fancy store.
Delhi, surprised, takes it and looks at what is there. Shocked, wide-eyed: a long, lined coat, classy and of very good quality. Cautious, he asks “This coat… Who is it for?”
Erick with a tender look “You always seem to be cold in your little coat. I thought it would be useful to you.”
Speechless, Delhi struggles to come to its senses. Erick is happy, the young man shows very few emotions. This dumbfounded look makes him so cute in his eyes.
After a moment of analysis, the server pulls himself together a little and in an uncertain tone “Thank you! Thank you very much!...But, you don't have to, you know?”
“I know, I saw this coat in the showcase and I thought you really needed it. I am happy is you like it.” tenderly replies the old man.
Delhi, touched by this attention, puts on the coat that perfectly matches his curves. He smiled warmly, once again thanking his lover.
"If the cold and distant face of Delhi magnifies his beauty, this version of him, smiling, eyes full of life, radiant, makes him divine" says Erick, happy.