LOVE GROOVE
by Mychael Martell
Chapter 9
Lt. Dennis and Sgt. Jones arrived at the home of Jerome Browne and after knocking on the door they found that no one was home. Both detectives considered walking into the place, ala OJ Simpson, but decided that they would use different methods. They decided that they would have an unmarked unit watch the house after all, it could actually be that Jerome Browne was in danger himself. After the unmarked unit arrived both Jones and Dennis returned to the station and after clearing a few things and making the watch commander aware that they were to be called about anything concerning the Romero or Khalil cases. Jones and Dennis then said good night to each other and went their seperate ways.
Lieutenant Richard James Dennis lived in a comfortable three bedroom house in the Valley. He bought the house because it was close to work and the neighborhood was kind of nice considering there was a lack of people of African decent. A veteran of the force of many years, a father of two, a son named Christopher and a daughter named Sarah. He was a good cop, a good father and a good spouse.
As he walked into the house he could smell the welcomed aroma of fried chicken and as he walked into the kitchen he found a note on the kitchen table and he noticed that a plate of food was being kept warm in the oven. Richard read the note and as he did a smile crawled across his face.
Dear Richard,
I know you had a hard day at work. I tried to stay up but I was just too tired. Your dinner is in the oven and I love you very much. See you in bed..soon!
Love, Miles
Richard removed the warm dinner from the oven and then went into the refrigerator and pulled out his favorite drink, Dr. Pepper, and then he went into the living room to sit in his comfortable and favorite easy chair recliner with the remote control holder on the arm. He flipped on the TV set and surfed until he found HBO and he began to eat his meal and watching the re-runs of this weeks episode of OZ. He found OZ amusing and entertaining though it lacked any realism. He had worked as a correctional officer before becoming a police man and later a detective and of all the jobs he had being a correctional officer was the toughest. On the streets you had a gun and backup if the situation got bad and even a partner and if push came to shove a place to run and regroup but not in prison. In prison you were usually locked in with the inmates and very much outnumbered and the inmates spent time building their bodies until they were just one walking muscular form of termination and destruction. If they ever got the mind to really get together they could take over the prison whenever they wanted. In his mind the fear of working on the street was no match for working in prison. But those days were now gone and he was happy with what he was doing now.
For some reason he turned the channel and he was glad he did. The aryan visage of the nighttime anchor for the local news was on and behind him was video file footage of the Wilshire Plaza. Richard sat up and increased the volume to hear.
"We have confirmed accounts that the victim of this brutal murder is African American recording star Khalil, who is also a nominee for this years Grammys. Police are currently investigating but so far there are no leads nor suspects at this time."
Richard switched channels as he cursed, "I'LL BE GOD DAMNED!!!!" He was about to pick up the phone when it rang. He knew who it had to be.
"LT!!! Did you see the fucking news?" Jones exclaimed.
"I just saw it. It's un-fucking-believable. How in the hell could they have known about any of this so damn fast?"
"You think those guys the clerk told us about had anything to do with this?" Jones asked.
"Hell the damn clerk could have said something. Hell, there is nothing we can do about it now accept get ready for a shit load of questions from the higher ups. They are gonna want a solution to this and they are going to want it yesterday."
"I hear that. Then I will see you at the office in the morning."
"Bright and early, sarge. Bright and early." Richard said hanging up the phone. He didn't hear anyone enter the room so when he heard a yawn he was startled. He turned to see Miles, his lover for ten years, standing in the living room wearing a black tank top t-shirt and black silk boxers. Miles was just too sexy and handsome for words. Miles was 35 years old, 8 years his junior. He had long black hair and a thin mustache and the sexiest smile that Richard had ever seen. Miles was from Brooklyn New York but had come to the coast ten years ago to work to start his own fashion design firm. Designs By Dion, Miles' last name, became a hit and he was doing very good and had several stores throughout the greater Los Angeles area. Miles was African American but his complexion was what Richard's grandfather would have called "Light bright and damn near white". Brothers like Miles would have been accused of trying to "pass" back in the day but Miles was far from trying to pass. He was the most Afro-centric brother that Richard had ever met or been involved with.
"Baby, did I wake you up?" Richard asked.
Miles yawned again and wiped his sleep filled eyes. "Naw, but the phone did. Was that Cleo Jones calling?"
Richard put his food on the table next to his chair and waved Miles over. Miles walked over and nestled onto Richard's lap and cuddled and snuggled against his broad chest.
"Yes, that was your buddy, Cleo Jones. He was telling me about the news and the case we are working on." Richard said as he caressed Miles thick black hair.
"Anybody famous?" Miles asked sleepily into Richard's chest.
"Actually, yes." Richard answered as he kissed the top of Miles' head.
"Really? Who?" Miles asked excitedly though he was still cuddled in Richard's arms.
"Ever hear of Khalil?" Richard began.
"Yeah. The brotha has a bomb album. He's been nominated for a Grammy this year."
"Well, if he wins he won't be there to accept it...unless he can come back from the dead."
Miles looked up, "Khalil? He's dead? Baby, what happened?"
"That's what Jonesy and I are trying to figure out. I do know this. The person that killed him was also the same person fucking him."
Miles squealed and laughed. "I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT! I knew that brotha was in the life. There was no way that he could be straight and sound and look the way he does...I mean...did. So who killed him?"
" I wish I knew. We have one suspect that we are looking at."
"Really? Anyone I know?"
Richard looked at Miles and then kissed him passionately on the lips. Miles accepted the kiss and opened his lips as Richard's tongue entered his mouth and performed a sensual dance with his own tongue and when the kiss ended they were both breathless and excited.
"Enough shop talk. I have missed you all day and I have been waiting to get you in my arms and hold you."
"Why officer, I do believe this is some type of police harassment." Miles cooed as Richard kissed his neck.
"Of the high and aggravated nature. I believe I will need to take you in and perform a full body cavity search on you."
"OOOH Dick-tective...dick-tect me." Miles sighed as Richard lifted him up and carried him back into the bedroom.
RJ had been trying Jerome's number for an hour and all he was getting was the answering machine. He had paged him and got no answer and the cellphone calls were going unanswered. He knew he should be mad, upset and angry. He knew he should stop calling but there was something that said that something was wrong. He was falling in love with Jerome Browne and he just wanted to know what was going on. He just wanted to know if Jerome felt the same or if he didn't so that he could get over it and move on. Something wasn't right and he felt it. He couldn't explain it but he knew something was up.
RJ sat down and mindlessly looked at the TV while he thought about the first time he and Jerome had gotten together. It was in his office and they got their freak on real good. After that it had a whirlwind of emotions and spending time together and passionate sex. It was great. It was wonderful and he missed it...he missed Jerome. RJ had not been paying any attention to the TV until a picture of Khalil appeared on the TV screen and the anchor mentioned that he had been murdered. RJ's heart went cold as ice.
MY GOD, he thought. Did Lawrence Duke catch Khalil and Jerome together? Did he kill them both? No...they were only talking about Khalil...no suspects so far. Something wasn't right. If Khalil was dead? Where was Jerome? Fear gripped RJ like it had never done before. He tried Jerome's number again and after getting the machine again he decided that he had one choice. It was time to pay him a visit.
Jerome felt like he was in prison. They had wheeled away from his place with him laying on the floor of the Escalade with a blanket covering him and TaMeka, the thug princess, Mohammed and Tee all armed to the teeth and ready for trouble. They had been telling Jerome all about what was going on and what they were going to do. They were going to keep him in hiding while they went out to find who did this and clear his name. When he complained that he had enough money to hire the best attorneys and private investigators money could buy.
"Brotha Jerome, you have lost your mind. To the white man you are just a nigger with money and your money is not long enough or strong enough to beat the white man's green." Mohammed said.
"Man, you don't know what your saying." Jerome said.
"No, my brotha, you are the one in need of knowledge. Don't you remember what happened to brotha OJ and Brotha Rodney? If brotha Tee, Sistah Meeka and I don't get to the bottom of this you, my brotha will be on trial for murder and you will be going down hard."
They had arrived at Mohammed's place, a huge and secluded house surrounded by woods and unless you knew where you were going you couldn't find the house off the road. Tee stayed with Jerome while TaMeka and Mohammed left the Escalade to check out the area and the house, just in case. Jerome looked at Tee, who was looking out the window with his hand on his gun. For as long as he'd known Tee, Tee was always taking care of him. There were times when Tee saved his ass more than once. He didn't know what he would do if he didnt have Tee in his life.
'"Whatcha staring at?" Tee asked.
Jerome hadn't realized that Tee had been looking back at him. "What?"
"I asked whatcha staring at me for?" Tee asked with a smile.
"Oh..yeah, I was just thinking?" Jerome said.
"Yeah? Bout what?"
"Bout you and me." Jerome found himself saying.
"Yeah? Well...ummm...You know we dawgs and all but I don't think you and I can even flow like that."
"WHAT!" Jerome exclaimed. His expression changed when he heard Tee laughing.
"Gotcha!" Tee laughed.
"Punk!" Jerome snapped back.
"You too my brotha. You too."
Jerome smiled. "Hey Tee...ummm....thanks, man."
"Thanks? For what?" Tee asked
"For taking care of things." Jerome said.
"Man, I'm gonna make sure you are ok."
"I know Tee. That's what I mean. Thanks..I mean not for just whatcha doing now but I mean what you have done for me all these years. You have always been there for me when no else was there I could always rely on you. You protect me, you take care of me, you tell me when I'm right...."
"And when your ass is wrong." Tee interrupted.
"Damn! You got to be the rudest nigga walkin today. Can't a brotha finish?"
"Sorry, Rome. Go ahead"
"I just wanted to tell you that...damn..." Jerome turned his head away to wipe away a tear. Tee put his hand on Jerome's shoulder.
"Sup man?"
"I just wanted to let you know that...that I love you, man and that I owe you everything that I am and will ever be. I wish I could be like you, Big Tee."
Tee smiled and squeezed Jerome's shoulder. "Hey man, that's what brothers are for. You my brother and ain't nothin gonna happen to you while Big Tee is around. Not now,not ever."
Jerome gave Tee and deep and strong hug. "Thanks man. Thank you for being my friend and brother."
The door of the Escalade opened and TaMeka was there with her gold tooth smile and her cackling laugh. "Sorry to interrupt yo tenda moment but Mo said c'mon in but don't get comfortable cause when Big Lenny calls we out."
RJ arrived at Brownestone, Jerome's mansion estate. The gate was opened and as he drove up he could see that there were some lights on in some areas of the house. He knocked on the door and waited before knocking again. He was about to walk away when he remembered he had a key. Jerome had given it to him but he had never used it. Well, he would now. RJ inserted his key and walked in.
The unmarked patrol car had been sent to watch the house and were instructed to contact HQ if anyone showed up. When the car that RJ was driving turned into the drive way the two officers watched closely and when he got out, knocked on the door and then went in they figured that this was important and they called the station.
Richard had his eyes closed. He loved the feel of Miles' hot, wet mouth and full juicy lips wrapped his throbbing hard dick. He let go of the beautiful face and reached down seeking Miles' nipples. Finding them, he began squeezing and mauling them, pinching them hard. With his dick well and truly enveloped by his lover's mouth, Richard left off stroking Miles' face and began pinching his nipples. Miles muttered a protest of some sort from around his mouthful of dick. Richard paid no attention, his fingers caressing and pinching alternately.
He twiddled his fingers over the sensitive nubs, listening with pleasure to Miles' louder moans.His fingers lightly stroked over his ribs making the ticklish Miles twitch and squirm.
Miles carefully closed his lips around Richard's hard dick and applied suction in his mouth. Richard groaned and thrust harder. Miles opened his mouth as wide as he could. Richard left off toying with his nipples, and, gently holding his face between his hands, fucked that hot mouth with a steady, rhythmic motion.
His balls slapped against Miles' chin. Miles could feel the growing harder and Richard's dick seemed to swell up between his lips. Miles got ready to swallow a mouthful of cum.
Miles squirmed under Richard. Richard felt his balls drawing up and felt the first jolt of ejaculation hit his body. Miles pulled back just in enough time for the hot cum to hit his face and lips and cheek. Richard groaned and twitched as he allowed his dick to be drained. He sighed as Miles laid next to him with his own raging hard dick.
Richard gaze wandered down the length of Miles' beautiful body and paused thoughfully on his hard dick.
"Aw, baby, you didn't come," he said. Miles closed his eyes and then moaned as he felt Richard's hand grip his dick with that velvet vise like grip he loved. "Allow me to return the favor."
Richard tightened his fingers around Miles' dick and began tugging. Miles came in a surprisingly short time, drenching Richard's hand and sheets with a wave of cum. It flowed out over Richard's hand.
Richard padded into the master bathroom and returned with two warm towels and cleaned them both up. Miles snuggled into Richard's arms and yawned.
"Sleepy?" he asked.
"Yes," Miles answered.
"Me too." Richard said.
"Richard, I love you." Miles said as he drifted off to sleep.
"I love you too." Richard said as he too drifted off to sleep.
When the phone rang Richard knew he had been to sleep for a few minutes but it was two hours. When he grabbed the phone he didn't look at the caller ID, he didn't need to once he heard the voice on the other end.
"Lt. Dennis, this is Sgt. Parker at the front desk. Car 123 has a hit on your stake out."
Richard leaped out of bed. "Call Sgt. Jones and have him meet me there."