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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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Sometimes I hate this job. Rex sighed before taking one last drag of his cigarette and snuffing it out in the ashtray. He flipped through the case file again. Sometimes it was just better not to know.
Getting up from behind his desk, Rex grabbed his jacket off the coat rack and shrugged it on. He picked up the pictures and tucked them in his pocket before heading for the door.
“Where you off to, partner?’
Rex turned to see Cal coming through the door that joined the two offices. “Just wrapping up a case,” he answered.
Cal waked over and leaned against the bar. “Most times a case doesn’t have you looking like someone shot your dog,” he observed. “Care to talk about it?”
Rex sighed and shook his head. “Just a woman who suspects her husband is cheating,” he replied. “And she was right, but somehow I think she’s going to take it harder than most. I’m going to meet with the husband and give him a chance to come clean before I tell her.”
“Best friend?” Cal speculated.
“Nope, younger brother.”
Cal’s eyes widened. “That is a fine kettle of fish.”
“You can say that again. You just know the wife’s gonna take it worse than if it was another woman.” Rex’s blue eyes snapped. “If you can’t live up to your wedding vows, why the hell would you get married in the first place?” he huffed.
Cal raised an eyebrow. “To keep people like us in business?” he ventured with a grin.
“I suppose.” Rex patted his pocket where the pictures were. “But I’d rather he was the one to break the news first. Sometimes people forget that they’re not supposed to shoot the messenger. Wish me luck.”
“Good luck, partner.”

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It was dark by the time Rex returned to the Old Absinthe House. As he unlocked the door, he thought back to the husband’s reaction when Rex confronted him with the evidence of his infidelity. Shock and anger were quickly followed by shame. Not that he shouldn’t be ashamed for betraying his wife, but it wasn’t that sort of guilt. Rex knew it wasn’t as much the cheating as it was guilt over daring to be attracted to men rather than women.
Rex wanted to beat some sense into the man, and then the rest of the world that fostered such attitudes to begin with. It didn’t matter one whit in the scheme of things whether you were turned on by your same sex or not. To his mind, it only mattered whether you were honest in your dealings with others. Sure, he might run a ruse for a case, but he would never make a vow he couldn’t keep. He never made any commitment to the women or men he became involved with other than what time they would meet for dinner, drinks or a more intimate rendezvous.
He saw a light coming from his office through the slightly ajar door. Pulling his revolver, Rex cautiously walked forward and pushed the door open. When he heard the groan and saw who was lying on his sofa, he quickly reholstered his weapon and rushed over. “Kenny!” he exclaimed. “What the hell happened to you?”
The younger man tried to sit and Rex put an arm around his back to help him. A bruise was darkening under both eyes and his lip was cut and puffy.
“Just… got into a fight.”
“Well, I can see that,” Rex told him. “Can I ask why?”
Kenny rested against a cushion. “You know old Harry, that homeless guy who sits on the corner and plays his clarinet?” At Rex’s nod, he continued, “Some guy kicked over his case and was harassing him. I told him to knock it off and he hit me.” Kenny tried to grin and winced. “I laid him out good. It was closer to come here than go home, hope you don’t mind.”
“No, I don’t mind,” Rex assured him and inspected Kenny’s face closely. The normally straight nose had a noticeable bump. “But I think you broke your nose,” he added. “I’ll call the doc and see if he can set it for you.”
The doctor was home and didn’t object to making the house call. “This is going to hurt, young man,” he advised after checking Kenny over. “I’ll give you something for the pain.” He reached into his bag, took out a bottle and shook two pills into his hand. “Can you get him something to wash it down?” he asked Rex.
Kenny eyes the pills dubiously. He hated having to take anything, even something as simple as an aspirin for the inevitable injuries he received playing football. “What is it?”
“It’s called Percodan, just aspirin mixed with something a little stronger.”
Kenny took the tablets and the glass Rex handed him. Sighing, he put them in his mouth, chased them with the contents of the glass and almost choked.”
“Dammit, Rex,” he coughed.
Rex just shrugged. “Doc said it was to kill the pain. A little rum can only help.”
The doctor removed some instruments from his bag. “You’re going to feel a bit woozy and probably shouldn’t be alone until the effects wear off.”
“He can stay here,” Rex volunteered before Kenny could respond.
The doctor was right; he was starting to feel a little woozy. Kenny jumped at the intense pain when the doctor reset his nose, but somehow, he didn’t care.
“Call me if he has any problems,” he heard the doctor say and then heard Rex answer, “I will. Thanks, doc.”
Kenny felt disinclined to move, but let Rex help him off the sofa.
“C’mon, let’s get you to bed.”
Kenny felt a rush through the haze in his brain. “Do y’know how long I’ve waited for you t’say that?” Kenny said as Rex guided him up the staircase.
“Say what?” Rex opened the door to the bedroom and steered Kenny to the bed.
“That y’wanted to take me to bed.” Kenny giggled. “Not that I’d be surprised if y’didn’t want to kiss me with my face looking like this.” He tried to grab Rex, but the other man eluded his grasp and gently pushed him down.
“Sleep it off, Kenneth,” the sultry voice told him and Kenny felt a blanket tucked around his shoulders. “I’ll check on you in a couple hours.”
Kenny inhaled the scent on the pillow that was uniquely Rex as he burrowed down and fell asleep.

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Rex went down to the kitchen, poured himself a shot of bourbon, lit a cigarette and contemplated Kenny’s words. He’s just doped up on painkillers and alcohol, Rex told himself, he didn’t know what he was saying. But even though that was true, it didn’t necessitate Kenny didn’t mean what he said. Rex took a sip of his drink. And if that were true, would he admit it when he was sober? Rex had to acknowledge that he hoped that would be the case. Kenny was damn hot and Rex had no trouble admitting his appreciation of a fine body, be it male or female.
Rex thought about how it would feel to run his hands over that muscular chest and kiss those full lips. Kenny was one of the sexiest men he’d ever met and had been tempted to give in when Kenny reached for him, but he would never take advantage of anyone’s incapacitation. Finishing his drink, Rex decided to wait and see if he remembered anything he’d said before deciding whether or not to make a move of his own. Kenny was an employee and a friend and Rex knew getting into a sexual relationship could change all that. But if they were upfront about their expectations, there was no reason why they couldn’t give it a shot and see where things would go.
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