by N. Schwalbe
»Do you have a good liability insurance?« Luca joked with such a serious face that Tom did not note the twinkle in his eyes. He roughly calculated the amount insured and swallowed. If this was a real Ming-vase he was one-hundred percent underinsured. »Well, it depends on its value,« Tom answered with a croaky voice.
Luca hurried on ahead to the living room and stopped at the bar which was standing between two windows and reminded Tom of one of these Caribbean beach bars.
Luca went behind it and got a shaker. »This stupid vase has always been in my way. I’m very happy that it has passed away this way.« He took the pineapple syrup and cream and put it into the shaker. »Do you like Piña Colada?«
»To be honest, I love that stuff.«
Luca winked at him. »Me, too. It’s sweet, fruity, effeminate and awful.«
Tom sat down at a bar stool and looked at the living room. The bar was optically separated from the room by a small watercourse which ended in a little fountain.
»You have a real watercourse in your apartment?« Tom turned to his host in disbelief.
Luca nodded quickly. »It’s good for the chi.«
»I see!«
»Honestly! I love this whole Asian energy trash.« Luca shook the cream and professionally chopped up the mango afterwards.
»How did you know that it was me who rang the bell?« Tom asked suddenly incoherently.
Luca paused. »I’ve seen your car through the toilet window.«
»It could have been Franz’s car. It almost looks like mine.«
»No. Franz and I only met for business matters anymore. And today he has a day off.« Luca hurled the shaker. »Are you coming straight from work? The uniform is extremely sexy!«
»Yes.« Tom grinned. He had hoped that he would made impression on Luca wearing his uniform - there was hardly anyone in this country who was not good looking with it. Even the less attractive colleagues looked great.
»Did you arrest a few criminals?« Luca grinned and threw the mango into the mixer.
»You don’t want to hear about that seriously, do you?« Tom shouted over the noise of the mixer.
Luca poured the fruity mush into two glasses and filled them with cream and white rum. »No. Yes. Well, I don’t know.«
»Well, that’s what I call a precise answer,« Tom said, feeling much more self-secure. It was just what he needed, to see that Luca was not nearly as perfect as the impression he always made.
Luca gave Tom one of the two cocktails and raised his glass. »Cheers, to a beautiful evening!«
»Cheers!« Tom tasted his drink. »Mmh, that’s delicious! You should have become barkeeper!«
Luca laughed. »I had to mix cocktails in a film once. In order to let it look as authentic as possible Franz had made me work in a cocktail bar at the harbor every evening for three weeks. There, I’ve learned to mix drinks in one of the most in-locations.«
»And?«
»What and?« Luca was looking at Tom feeling insecure.
Tom shrugged. »Has the real life taught you?«
»You’re tasting it, aren’t you?« Luca’s voice was only a whisper. It sent shivers down Tom’s spine. He felt shivery and that did not come from the splashing fountain.
Luca leaned forward and caressed Tom’s hand back. »The barbecue was great.«
»Yeah,« Tom said and smirked, »except the fact that everyone was flying around you like bluebottles around their shit pile.«
Luca raised his brows in surprise. »That’s a very interesting point of view. I as a shit pile.« Luca clicked his tongue.
»Symbolically spoken,« Tom tried to talk himself out of it.
Did he go too far?
Did he insult him?
Nervously, he ran his hand through his hair.
Then, he took a huge swig of his cocktail hoping that Luca had put enough alcohol into it to dig up his jammed gyri.
»But one fly was missing,« Luca noticed with a serious face.
Tom choked and coughed, desperately gasping for breath.
Luca ran around the bar and lifted Tom’s arms. »Take a deep breath!«
»Fun…ny,« Tom wheezed. He stood next to Luca with a reddened head trying to control his lungs.
Finally, Luca sat down next to him on a free barstool.
»Which fly was missing?« Tom asked hoarsely and took a sip. The alcohol showed his effect after the strenuous work and the moderate meals.
»The name of the fly is Tom,« Luca replied.
»Tom? Do I know this fly?«
Luca threw his head back and showed his white teeth. »Yes, this fly is accidentally humming through my fields today looking for his shit pile.«
From one minute to the next, Tom got serious.
Had he been too importunate with his unannounced visit?
Luca took his hand. »And because this special fly obviously doesn’t dare to get down on his shit pile, the shit pile is exceptionally coming to him.«
Tom played surprised, enjoying the feeling Luca was setting off. »You don’t say! I haven’t known that shit piles can walk.«
Luca nodded and caressed Tom’s knee wandering upwards his thigh. »Oh, yes. Some shit piles can even do more than walk.«
A rocket rushed through Tom’s belly and his heart leapt as Luca reached his zip. »What can they also do?« Tom asked in a whisper.
Luca slipped from the barstool and grabbed Tom’s hips to pull him into his arms.
»Wow,« Tom tried to overplay his insecurity, »The shit pile can make an extremely strong grab!«
Luca leaned forward and nibbled at Tom’s lower lip. »Very manly, isn’t it?«
»Yes.« Tom closed his eyes and enjoyed being kissed. One shiver after the other ran through his tense body while Luca’s hands remained at his hips.
Tom also slipped from the barstool and clung to Luca’s hair. While their kiss got more and more passionately, they stumbled and landed almost in the ditch.
»God, you’re living quite dangerous in here,« Tom said and tried to control his breath.
Without letting Tom go, Luca pushed him out of the room along the floor directly into the sleeping room. »Then we should visit a place which is less fatal.«
»As long as it’s not less adventurous.« Tom’s tongue was not only eased by the kissing. The alcohol went slowly to his head. »God, I’m sorry, I drivel.« He paused, but Luca dragged him steadfastly behind him. »You are even cuter when you are a bit tipsy.«
»Am I?« Tom grinned. Coquettish, he looked at Luca and unbuttoned his dark blue uniform shirt.
Luca caressed his chest lecherously. »Do you always keep on your uniform after-work?«
Tom shook his head. »No, only if I had planned something.«
Luca’s left eyebrow slowly raised while a pert dimple appeared on his cheek. »Sounds as if you have something in mind quite often.«
»No,« Tom answered, »But today I wanted to seize the opportunity to impress my shit pile.«
»You’ve done!« Luca pulled him back into his arms and helped him opening the shirt. Tenderly, he stroke the cloth over the shoulders and ran over Tom’s athletic chest. »God, have you noticed as yet how many handsome men are working at the police?«
»No, I’m hetero,« Tom said grinning.
»Hetero? Well, the fly’s name is not Pinocchio by chance, isn’t it?«
»No. The fly’s name is Tom and, in case, you don’t shut up the fly’s named something totally different.« Tom took over the command and shoved him on the huge bed which lay hidden underneath the spiral staircase like an oasis. He tore at his belt and put off his pants. »Especially for you, I showered and put on my clean uniform in order not to besmirch your bed with the dust and dirt of the criminals I’ve arrested today.«
At lightning speed Luca took off his shirt. »So you’ve planned to enter my bedchamber? And what would you have done in case I resisted?«
»That’s why I’m wearing the uniform,« Tom replied hoarsely, »If you would have resisted I could have ta
ken you into custody.« Without looking away from him, Tom separated the handcuffs from his belt and provocatively laid them on the bed. »Only in case I’ll need them!«
Luca smiled. »Well, then watch out that I won’t head off!« He jumped and threw Tom on the bed. He took off his shorts and bit into Tom’s butt. Then, he took the handcuffs and let them click into place around Tom’s left wrist. »I really hope that the sergeant has brought his keys!«
Tom nodded by surprise.
The next moment, his brain was paralyzed due to Luca’s hands which ran over his back downwards to the botty, grabbing his dick to kneel it first softly and, then, more demanding. Luca bit into his shoulder playfully, kissed his lips hungrily and pulled back his foreskin the moment his tongue dived into his mouth.
Tom moaned with pleasure. Overwhelmed by his feelings, he enjoyed being frenched.
While Luca was bringing Tom close to his climax, he grabbed his arse. Luca interrupted the kiss and fished for a tube of lubricant he stored in his nightstand. Then, he kissed Tom fervently again. Without advance warning, he slipped his finger into Tom’s anus and headed for the prostate.
Tom cried out shocked and, at the same time, voluptuously. He caught his breath because Luca was drilling around his bottom, but Luca would not be put off and kissed him so tenderly that Tom relaxed again. The feeling Luca was setting off in him was that new and on-turning that he had to watch out not to go off like a rocket.
Luca took a second finger and moved his hand back and forth.
»Wait!« Tom looked at him imploringly. »I don’t think I’ve drank enough alcohol for this.«
Luca paused nonplussed. »How do you mean this?«
Tom was looking for the right words.
He was over the moon to be together with Luca and his greatest wish was to be intimate with him again, but he just could not let Luca fiddle around in his ass!
»I…I’m not queer. I...I just can’t do this.« Almost desperately, Tom looked up at the ceiling and sank back onto the bed.
Luca fished for Tom’s trousers and got the little key to open the handcuffs. »Hey,« he said softly and caressed Tom’s back. While he kissed him tenderly, he cleaned his hands. »Nobody has said that you’re queer.«
This was sheer lunacy!
Tom was laying in bed with a man having sex. He was craving to suck at Luca’s wang until it surrendered twitching. He was longing for Luca’s moaning, his skin and his touches.
And now, he should not be gay?
Insecure, he gazed over to Luca.
He felt like crying.
Luca noted his change of mood.
Propped up on one arm, he looked at Tom, stroke his face and his throat down to his breastbone. Slowly, his hand slipped over his chest down to his hips. »I love this hollow. It’s so incredibly sexy!«
Tom smiled. »Right. And it’s extremely sen…sitive!«
Luca leaned forward and bit into Tom’s skin moving deeper while Tom relaxed again.
»Don’t you want to take off your pants finally?« Tom asked suddenly.
Luca stopped.
Two dimples appeared on his cheeks. »You’re only wild about my best piece!«
»God yes! And you don’t even suppose how much!« Tom jumped and threw Luca on the bed to take off his trousers. Before Luca could react, Tom had put him through the mill by an arm-lock and handcuffed him. »Now, the sergeant is going to show you what a real pro is!« He slipped down at Luca’s body, his hands, mouth and teeth on duty at the same time. Without allowing Luca a big foreplay, he gobbled up his cock and made him pouring into his mouth.
Grinning, he rode up and freed Luca. As he was about to put the handcuffs on the nightstand, he noted a black metal toy. Curiously, he took it. »What’s that?«
»That’s my nexus.« Luca laughed and took the sex toy to stow it away.
»Why do you pack it away?« Tom asked almost a little insulted.
Luca kissed him softly. »I think you’re not that far as yet.«
»Do you push that thing into your ass?« Tom asked shocked.
»Yes.« Luca smirked. »And you don’t believe how good it feels!«
»Okay, try it!« Tom fell on his back like a dog and flopped onto the bed.
Luca had a hard time not to laugh. He smacked on Tom’s booty and lay him on his side. »Let’s start slowly, sweetie!«
Tom looked at him. »Sweetie?«
»Yes, Sweetie!« Luca purred like a cat while he was catching the lubricant to spread it discreetly in his right hand. He kissed Tom’s hip bone, glided with his tongue over the pubic symphisis down to his penis shaft. His left hand grabbed his hard-on and pulled back the foreskin.
Tom moaned softly and closed his eyes. He felt, how Luca pushed first one, then two fingers into his anus. »Is this alright with you?« he asked softly.
»Yes,« Tom moaned, »But, to be honest, I don’t feel that much there if you’re doing this with my dick at the same time.«
Luca let go off Tom’s hard-on and got a little grooves strand out of his nightstand. He inculated it carefully and turned it in direction of its thread until it was deep enough. While he caressed Tom’s back and botty, he pushed the drill slowly back and forth.
Tom was lying on the bed with closed eyes and did not move. He held his breath waiting for what was going to happen.
Luca became grittier and moved the drill against the thread.
Tom’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. »Oh, my God! What are you doing there?« He sank back and moaned with pleasure. »Oh, God, yes! Oh, God, oh my God! Oh, Lucaaa…«
Luca fumbled for the most sensitive spot between Tom’s wang and his balls and massaged it without stimulating the dick.
Tom cried out again before a full load of spunk rushed straight through the air.
Completely out of breath and overwhelmed by never known pleasurable sensations, Tom propped up and looked at Luca. »God, you are a…«
»Shit pile?« Luca joked.
Tom pulled him into his arms and kissed him passionately. Then, he looked straight into his eyes. »A real master of art of love!«
»Well, then, you have to wait until I’ve brought on the whole repertoire – sweetie!« Luca kissed the tip of his nose and snuggled up to Tom’s crook of his arm.
***
Tom did not have a clue how he should ever look into Zoe’s eyes again. His body was bucked up from alcohol and a proper bit of endorphins caused by sex, as he finally walked up the driveway with shaky legs.
He took his time to bring his bodily functions down to normal again what did not help much. He felt his butt – it pinched enormously and, still, he was longing to feel Luca’s toy once again.
God, he has not known at which part of the body a man can feel such a pure unbelievable lust!
It was dark in the house.
Tom opened the door, put off his shoes and went into the kitchen to drink a glass of milk.
»You’re already home?«
Tom whirled around. »Zoe! You gave me the fright of my life! Do you have to creep up on me?« Annoyed, Tom put down the bottle of milk.
»Bad conscience?« Zoe folded her arms.
»No. Should I?«
»I don’t know. You got to know.« Zoe gazed at him as if she wanted to x-ray him. »You’ve been out?«
»Yes.«
»With colleagues?«
»No. In uniform?«
»I’m wondering, too. You’re always putting it off at work. Or do I have to bring it to the cleaners?«
»No. I was at Luca’s place. He wanted to see the uniform.«
»I see.« Zoe grinned.
»What do you mean?«
»It means, the thing between the both of you is developing into a real male friendship.«
»Anything against it?« Tom had to control himself not to snap at Zoe. His whole enamored mood was gone.
Tom caught his breath.
Enamored?
E-n-a-m-o-r-e-d?
Tom said a quick prayer tha
t it was dark in the kitchen and that his face was only lit by a dim light in the hall.
He was deeply blushing.
God, he fell in love!
He fell in love with a man!
That was an absolute catastrophe!
Almost a little desperate, Tom turned towards the fridge. »Goodness, I’m hungry! Do we still have anything to eat?«
»Sausages, toast, quark, vegetables,« Zoe was listing.
Tom took the quark and fled from her. He ran outside to the terrace to get some fresh air.
With every inch of his body – and his mind – he was longing for Luca. He’d preferred to stay at his place over night, but as a husband and father one had commitments – whether he felt like it or not.
Zoe followed him. »Do you have another woman?«
Tom opened the quark and shook his head. »No. There’s no other woman in my life. You are the only one I love.«
And that was not a lie.
He loved Zoe.
He loved his family.
But he had caught fire with Luca.
***
»Tom is almost never home. And if he is at home, he is so…« Zoe was looking for words.
»Reserved?« Pamela helped her out.
Zoe nodded and stared into her cup of cappuccino.
Biggi laid a hand on her arm. »Don’t worry, Zoe. For sure, Tom is completely overworked. When he doesn’t work he has to give private lessons in fencing for Luca. Your husband must be exhausted!«
»Well, I see this completely different, darling,« Pamela replied snootily.
Zoe and Biggi stared at her in surprise.
Pamela was stroking her cigarette box with a pinched mouth. Then she looked up. »If you’re asking me, I’d say he has another woman!«
»I’ve already asked him twice,« Zoe murmured, shrugging her shoulders.
Pamela laughed out artificially. »Darling, don’t be so dewy-eyed! Do you really think your lord and master is giving himself away telling you that he is fucking some floozie?«
Biggi frowned. »Well I don’t know, that’s somehow not like him at all.«
Pamela raised her brow. »To whom does it suit? Do you think that my husband would have told me voluntarily about his escapades?« She snorted disparagingly and ordered a cup of coffee with shot.
»If there’s someone faithful and waiting on his wife’s hand and foot, it’s Tom,« insisted Biggi.