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Unrequited	By : cowgirl65 Category: 1 through F > Bourbon Street Beat Views: 1010 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Kenny leaned in for a kiss, but Melody adroitly manoeuvred out of his way as she retrieved her keys from her purse.
“Good night, Kenneth,” she said in that sweet Southern voice of hers and Kenny just sighed.
“Good night, Melody.” He waited until he heard the click of the lock before going down the iron staircase and heading for his own place. The wail of a clarinet drifted out from behind the door of one of the jazz clubs he passed and Kenny Madison wondered again why he still bothered. The closest he got to any sort of romantic activity with the blonde beauty queen was rubbing his shoe again hers in the corny ‘sole-to-soul’ thing she insisted on and he was heartily sick of it. Honestly, a good-looking college student, a quarterback no less, should be getting a lot more action than that.
But as he climbed the stairs to his apartment on the edge of the French Quarter, Kenny knew why he continued the relationship. Melody was ‘safe’. The beauty queen would never let him get anywhere, so there was no worry that he would have to follow up on his overtures. He could flirt as outrageously as he wanted with any pretty girls he met, because in the end, he was ‘taken’.
Kenny tossed his keys on the table on the way to his bedroom, stripped off his shirt and tossed in on the heap of laundry in the corner. Tomorrow was Sunday, and unless he was called in due to an unexpected case at Randolph and Calhoun, he’d get a chance to go to the laundromat and maybe even get some studying done. His pants followed the shirt, boxers next and as he went to put his watch on the dresser, Kenny caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror.
He paused. If he could be excused a touch of vanity, ‘tall, dark and handsome’ described him to a T. Blue eyes, straight white teeth, just the right amount of dark hair on his chest with that sexy line that led down his belly and a body that he knew left the co-eds swooning. Kenny gave a cynical snort. Too bad it wasn’t them he wanted to swoon over him and he raised an eyebrow when the thought of who he really craved made his cock slowly come to attention.
Shaking his head, Kenny crawled into bed. He didn’t lack for self-confidence and usually he would just go after what he wanted. But not this time.
A vision of the object of his desires invaded his mind and Kenny gave in to his urges, reaching down to slowly stroke himself. Hair darker than his with blue eyes that were the same azure as his own. A hearty laugh and a sexy smile that was to die for. Thinking of those eyes and that smile made Kenny tingle all over and his other hand joined in to squeeze his balls. A few drops of fluid leaked from his cock and Kenny swirled his finger around the tip. Damn, he wished it wasn’t his own hands touching him. He closed his eyes and imagined lips pressing against his, the questing tongue demanding and gaining entry.
Spreading his legs wide to provide better access, Kenny gathered the slick substance oozing from his cock and his lubricated finger moved to tease the edge of his anus. As he moved his hand faster across his shaft, he pushed his finger inside, found the right spot and pressed on it to send an exhilarating shock through his body. He started to move his finger, inserted a second and let himself believe it was Rex’s cock inside him, Rex’s hand on his erection, Rex’s hot body pinning him to the bed and making wild, passionate love to him. He moved faster and harder until his body arched off the bed as his cock spurted stream after stream of hot cum across his chest and belly.
“Oh, god, Rex!” Kenny cried in ecstasy. He didn’t release himself until the last aftershocks died away and finally rolled onto his side. He tried to stop it, but a tear leaked out from his tightly closed eyelids. It would never be, he knew; Rex was as straight as they came and even though his boss was pretty open-minded, Kenny wasn’t about to take the chance on the other man’s reaction if he found out.

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Rex stretched and got up from behind his desk, his thoughts on the subtleties of the crayfish étouffée currently simmering on the stove. He walked over, lifted the lid and gave it a stir and an appreciative sniff. Satisfied it was doing well, he went back to the desk and decided he was done work for the day. Rex selected a bottle of wine to go with his dinner and after sniffing the cork to make sure the vintage was acceptable, poured himself a large glass and savoured the first sip. He chuckled to himself as he wondered what his acquaintances would say if they knew how much he enjoyed his nights alone. Sure, he relished the company of a charming dinner companion and the delights a willing partner could bring, but sometimes it was a relief to not have to act the way others expected and just sit back with some good food, good wine and his only company a good book.
He’d always felt he had an image to project and even though that image was a large part of his true self, Rex was glad to let the ‘people face’, as his father had called it, slip from time to time. The only ones he felt comfortable enough with to not worry about it were his partner Cal and his long-time friend and employee Kenny. Rex smiled to himself. He’d be hard pressed to find someone who wasn’t comfortable around the easy-going Cal, and Kenny…
Well, there’d been something about the young Texan ever since he showed up at the office looking for a part-time job to make up the difference in his tuition his football scholarship didn’t cover. An eagerness and a dependability that made Rex hire him, even though his partner at the time insisted they didn’t need a wet-behind-the-ears college kid getting in their way, along with something else that Rex couldn’t quite put his finger on.
He heard a knock at the door and a voice call, “Rex?” as the door opened to admit the tall, handsome law student.
“Think of the devil…” Rex chuckled quietly. He set down his glass as Kenny came over and handed him a sheaf of papers.
“Got that research done on Mobitee Oil like you asked,” he said, “thought you might like to see it before the weekend.”
“Thanks, Kenny.” Rex tossed the papers on his desk. “I’ll probably look at them in the morning.” He eyed his employee closely. Usually Kenny was a bit more polished in his attire on a Friday evening to go out with the charming Melody Lee, but the worn jeans and faded shirt didn’t look like something their secretary would approve of. “Not seeing Melody tonight?”
“Nah.” Kenny shrugged. “She’s off in Mobile. ‘Miss Magnolia Blossom’ or some such. Just gonna take it easy, maybe hit the books.”
Rex gestured towards the kitchen. “Well, you’re welcome to stay for dinner if you’d like. Not much going on around here either.”
Kenny shook his head with an endearing smile. “I wouldn’t want to impose…”
Rex went to the cupboard and took down another plate. “Not an imposition at all. You know you’re always welcome.”
“All right then.” Kenny flashed his dazzling grin. “I’ll set the table.”
Rex dished out the stew. “Crayfish straight from the bayous this morning,” he announced as he set the dishes on the table. “What’ll you have to drink? I’ve got a bottle of wine, or I think I might have some milk around here,” he suggested, knowing Kenny’s usual tastes.
Kenny hesitated. He wanted Rex to take him seriously and not think of him as a kid, but he rarely drank and a glass of wine might let him say more than he should. “Milk would be great, thanks.”
“Not at all.” Rex poured a tall glass and placed it in front of Kenny before sitting down to his own dinner. “So how are things going between you and Melody?” he suddenly asked. Rex wasn’t usually one to pry into his friends’ personal lives, but he had a sudden urge to know.
Kenny gave a wry snort. “Oh, same as usual, I guess. ‘Sole to soul’ and all that.”
“Hmm.” Rex took another bite of his dinner. “If you don’t mind my asking, why do you put up with that? Has she even let you get to first base?”
Kenny almost choked on his milk. “Rex, now is that the kind of question a gentlemen answers?”
“No, but I’m a private investigator, remember?” Rex said with a teasing wink. “I’m allowed to ask awkward questions.”
Shrugging, Kenny replied, “It’s just the way Melody is, Rex. If she was really serious about me and her, I’m sure she’d let me know. And if I want something more from a lady, I’ll be sure to tell her and find one that’s willing to give it.” He took a bite. “Besides, it might all be moot anyway if she decides to head off to Rome with her friends. This is really good, Rex,” he said with a gesture to the food.
But Rex didn’t hear the compliment. “Rome?” he asked, not believing his ears. “How come I haven’t heard anything before this?”
“Guess I wasn’t supposed to say anything,” Kenny answered with a chagrined expression. “She was gonna confirm the plans with her girlfriends this weekend before letting you and Cal know.”
Rex drained his glass and refilled it. “That’s just great,” he grumbled. “I hate having to look for a new secretary.”
“I can give you a hand interviewing candidates,” Kenny offered.
“And get the phone numbers of all the lovely ladies who apply in the process, I’m sure,” Rex teased.
The rest of the dinner was taken up with conversation of the qualifications said ladies should have. Kenny offered to help clean up, but as he was clearing the plates from the table, he caught his toe on the edge of a chair and tripped. The dishes went flying and he was only prevented from hitting the floor himself when Rex caught him. Kenny’s heart almost stopped at the feel of strong arms around him and the scent of aftershave and cigarettes. He quickly pulled away.
“You all right, Kenny?’ Rex asked in concern.
“Yeah, fine.” Kenny kept his voice steady and tried to make a joke of it. “You invite me for dinner and I end up wrecking the place.”
“No harm done.” Rex bent over and picked up the plates. “Not even a scratch. But you said you were going to do some studying tonight. Take yourself home and I’ll finish up.”
Kenny nodded, not wanting to make a further fool of himself. “Sure thing, Rex. And thanks for dinner.”
Rex flashed a rakish smile and Kenny felt his knees go weak. “Anytime, Kenneth. You know the door’s always open.”
Nodding, Kenny gave a small wave as he left. But his feet didn’t take him home. Instead, they found their way to a small bar on the corner of Bourbon Street and Dumaine. A weathered black man wailed on a beat-up saxophone and the light wasn’t bright enough to see faces clearly. Kenny waved off the bartender as he sat on a stool. He wasn’t there for that kind of solace.
He didn’t know why it was bothering him so much tonight. He’d been working for Rex for almost two years and had been attracted to him since the first day. But somehow, the dinner and conversation, not to mention ending up in Rex’s arms however accidentally, had gotten to him and he suddenly had needed what he could never ask Rex to give him.
“Looking for a friend?’
Kenny looked up at the owner of the deep voice. A pair of piercing hazel eyes under a large Stetson roved over him. Kenny sized the other man up as well. “Depends.”
“On?”
Kenny stood up. “On if there’s a room available.”
After an exchange of cash, the bartender gave Kenny a key to a room on the second floor. Once the door was closed behind them, the blond cowboy pushed Kenny up against the wall and kissed him hard as his hands unzipped the worn jeans. Kenny returned the favour and soon both their cocks were free. The blond was plastered against him, grabbing Kenny’s cock along with his own and stroking roughly. Then Kenny found himself dragged to the bed and flipped onto his stomach as the other man stripped his pants off the rest of the way.
“I want to ride you like a wild stallion,” the cowboy rumbled and Kenny didn’t object. “Hands and knees, stud.”
Kenny rose up onto his elbows, got his knees under him and presented his ass to the blond. The cowboy knelt between his legs and something slick was smeared on before he felt the burn of the man penetrating him. He moaned as the thick organ hit him in just the right spot, like a flash of lightning from his ass to his cock.

“Damn you feel good,” the other man moaned. “Haven’t had me such a sweet ride in a long time.”
“Just shut up and fuck me,” Kenny growled. If he closed his eyes without the talk, he could imagine he was with Rex. He fantasized that Rex’s hands were grabbing him as the sexy P.I. pounded into him and could almost hear that sultry voice whisper sweet nothings into his ear. A hand grasped his cock and soon Kenny was straining towards orgasm, pushing against the hand that held him and the body pressing against him. He came in a spurt of gratification and the other man was done not long after.
“Thanks for the ride,” the cowboy told him as they both pulled their pants back on. “Maybe we can hook up again sometime?”
“Maybe I’ll see you around.” Kenny didn’t offer anything more. A one-night stand was just that and that was all he was interested in. The cowboy didn’t push and soon Kenny was making his solitary way back home.
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