Date: Fri, 9 Jun 2006 16:29:48 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: Nature Country 11 The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. Sexual safety matters. This is fiction. Use protection in real life. `Got condom?' "Nature Country" 11 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Thanks for coming over at a moment's notice, Wayne." "Not a problem, Mike. So, where's the kid?" "In Gary's office. Real stressed out." "I don't doubt it, from the prelim's you've given me." "Ah, where's Riley?" Mike inquires. "Oh, he has the day off. Out of town, to some leather convention of sorts." "Hmm.. I often wondered what went on at those things." "Um, take some advice from me, don't let Riley get your ear. He'll never shut up!" They both gave a hearty laugh, then returned to business at hand. "So, they'll be sending over that rookie, um what's his name?" "Berk Hewsen?" "That's it!" "Oh boy," Mike responded, not in the well sense. "Cappy thought at least he couldn't possibly botch up taking notes. I don't know how the kid ever made it through the academy." "Beats me neither," Mike added to Wayne's statement. "Hello? Anyone about?" Mike and Wayne looked at each other, as the Turkish police rookie helped himself out, to letting himself in. Under his breath, Mike let on to Wayne something he already knew, "Well, there's something he's got going for him!" It had been Mike's influence that assured Wayne that the area had been gay-friendly. After the two short homophobic incidents, one involving Conner Matthews and the other, the arson at Juan's and Miguel's home, things had quieted down for the most part. Much of the disturbance actually worked to bring the community closer together and more aware of it's gay culture. As for Berk Hewsen, even though he proved incompatible with the WRPD, most likely any police force, Mike and Wayne always figured the Turk had his awesomely handsome features to vouch for him. "C'mon in, Berk," Mike offered, considering he already was. "In? I'm already in," Berk replied, his hand showing he already had come in the door. "Yes, well," Wayne put his arm around Berk. That's the image the twenty-nine year old police detective evoked. Even though only four years older than Berk, he remained like a father image to him or any person he came in contact with. "You know what your job is here?" "Yes. The captain said to take down information that the young man has to tell. That's why I have my laptop." "Yes, well sure you do," Wayne rolled his eyes at Mike. So, Berk Hewsen had a coupla things going for himself. Not only was the six foot one inch tall rookie hunky enough to be an A&F model, but could type faster than superman. After the first time Berk took notes on his laptop, the department switched over from the little notebooks, proving it to me more efficient. One of the reasons Berk was kept on. At other things he proved not too valuable. "Now, we have a very sensitive young man here and..." Mike had to laugh, on the inside, watching the two together; Wayne the father and Berk, the son, taking it all in. He wondered if any kind of attraction existed between the two. Upon opening the door, Gary uncrossed his legs and stood up, from his armchair, storing his pen behind his ear. "Hey, who's that?" Luke, whom had been calm, suddenly got riled up. Also, he had gotten real attached to Zach and wouldn't agree to counseling unless the twenty-five year old remained with him. "It's okay," Zach took hold of Luke's shoulder. "These are friends of Mike's. You trust Mike, don't you?" "Um, yeah. I guess." In the interim, waiting for the fuzz to get there, Mike had opted to becoming a quick-change artist, shucking his police uniform and dressing more moderate in a polo shirt and jeans. It seemed to transform Luke's thoughts, not having to address the police uniform. However, he wasn't too keen on the looks of Berk Hewsen, who did in fact wear the law enforcement fatigues. "You can shake my hand, too," Berk told Luke. Standing there, Luke looked at the Turk's pale brown hand. The hand that just shook Wayne's rose slowly, eyes jumping from Berk's hand, to face, then back again. "Go ahead," Berk badgered Luke in a nice way. Zach helped Luke take the bold step, taking his hand in his and forcing it to Berk's palm. "There. Not so bad, am I?" "Um, no," Luke replied. What nobody picked up on, but Luke, is the warm feeling, as if his hands had been under a warm faucet. In fact, Luke lingered longer than necessary. "May I please have my hand back now?" A quiet "Yeah," is all Luke said, breaking the contact. However, it wasn't only Luke that had been attuned to Berk's good looks. Immediately, Berk made himself comfortable in the armchair, the same one Gary had vacated. He flipped open his laptop, intertwined his fingers, turning his hand inside out. "I'm all ready. So, what happened to you, Luke?" Gary exchanged glances with Mike and Wayne, commenting so Berk would not hear, "Is he for real?" "That's one thing you have to know about Berk here, doc," Wayne lay the facts on him, "when Cappy gives Berk Hewsen a duty, he does it literally, to the `T'." Mike adds, "So, that's what he's doing." "But we had been right in the middle of..." Strangest thing and Gary would recall this later, but Berk began getting more detail out of Luke in two minutes than Gary had managed in a half hour! "Wait, you say you met up with these two cops along the road, Luke?" Seth had taken up with the TV in the den, so Mike excused himself. Berk informed Wayne and Gary, "I can handle things from this end, if you want to leave?" Wayne smiled, mentioning to Gary, "That wasn't a suggestion. That was an order." "Order? But..." Before Gary could voice his opinion, the two started out of the room. Gary asked, "You coming, Zach?" "No. He stays," Berk informed him, bluntly, then went on with his laptop entry. Rising up, Zach plopped his ass right back down on the brown leather sofa, next to Luke. They carried on their conversation. "Yeah, them two cops said to us that hitchhiking was illegal and that they was taking Seth and me in." "Did they cuff you?" "Me, they did. They said Seth was too young to cuff and he rode in the front seat." "So, Seth sat in the front, between the officers?" Berk questioned Luke. "Um, no. One of the police officers sat in back with me." "What was his name?" Luke looked to Zach. "It's okay, Luke. You can answer Berk. Those cops can't hurt you now." Then Zach began add a bit of psychological wisdom in at this point. "Luke is having a problem." "Problem?" Berk questioned. "Yes. You see, Luke had a tough time trusting Mike..." "Mike?" Berk butt in. "Why, he's the most honest cop I've ever met and such a nice, nice guy. Who could..." "No, you don't understand, Berk." Zach got the podium back. "It's the uniform." Berk looked down his front. He took in the shiny medallion that announced him a member of West Richlan's finest, the brass plated bar that contained his name and further on down, the utility belt, squashed between his crotch and navel line. For once, Berk was baffled. "Uniform?" Continuing his explanation, Zach informed him, "Yes. You see, Luke associates the person wearing a policemen's uniform, with being," and Zach made little parenthesis in the air, "evil." "That's no problem," Berk said cheerfully. One of the little quirks about Berk piqued his momentum. "Here, hold this for a minute," He said, placing his open laptop on Luke's lap. Rising up from the armchair, he walked over by Gary's desk. As his back faced Luke and Zach, they suddenly gained amazement when Berk's two hands parted the front of his shirt and stripped it off, along with all the policeman's hardware. He pulled the buttoned down shirt from his regulation pants and lay it across the desk. Removing his utility belt, which housed his gun, handcuff pouch, flashlight and other little doodads, he placed that on the desk, covering it with the shirt. Turning around, he asked, "Are the pants alright?" Both Luke and Zach sat there, awestruck. Light brown hair painted the V-neck of Berk's white V-neck tee shirt, up to the base of his neck. So thick his pit hair, some stuck out the sleeves. Two little dots accented the right and left sides of his pecs. His taut stomach came to a small recess, before diving into his pants. "You look," Zach gulped, "awessss... fine, Berk." It's apparent that Luke forgot what the subject of their discussion was, as Berk parked himself back into the armchair, stealing his laptop back. "Oh, will you look at that! The batteries are shot." Both got another visual, as Berk retrieved the cord from his laptop bag, found an outlet, bending in half to plug it in. Eye's became glued to the ass, tightly rounded in the regulation uniform. "There we go. Good for another hundred miles." For the first time, since Luke arrived, Zach found him saying something upbeat. "I'll say!" "You'll say what?" Berk questioned Luke's comment, as if back into the swing of the interrogation. Suddenly he jolted back to reality. Along with it came a delayed reaction to his statement. Luke blushed. "It's okay," Zach smiled. Looking at the laptop screen, Berk repeated his question, "Did you get the policeman's name, Luke?" "Um, I was too scared, but the other one called him Kyle." "Last name?" "I never got it, but I think it began with a `J'. I heard this Kyle cop, call the other policeman Paul. Paul Morgan." "Very good," Berk typed away. "Describe Kyle for me, if you remember, Luke." "Um, with or without his clothes on?" Beforehand, while Gary counseled Luke, it had come out that Luke was in fact gay. Luke already knew of Gary's sexual orientation and shortly Zach came out to the fact. Zach began to get his suspicions about Berk, when he centered the laptop on his lap, pulling it closer to his beltline. "Why don't we stick to the clothes on?" "Sure. He was about six feet tall, dark hair." "What color?" "Very dark brown and he had this like shadowy mustache." "He didn't shave?" "Oh, I think he did, but his stach wasn't filled in like he's been growing it for a long time and he had these long, thin sideburns." "And he had on a policeman's uniform?" "Right." "What identifying marks did the uniform have?" "Like what?" "Region. City? County? Oh, by the way. What state was this in?" "Idaho." "Town?" "I don't rightly know. You see, Seth and me sometimes didn't know. He might remember. It began with a `H'. I know the beginning of it sounded like `hell' and ta'tell ya the truth, it was a good name for the place." Berk stopped typing, his fingers on the keys, but immobile. He stared for a few seconds at Luke. The same distraught look fell upon Zach, both of the men reading into Luke's last thought. Slowly Berk's fingers moved around the keyboard. Zach, still in the mood of feeling concerned about Luke's forthcoming testimony, let his hand slide between them. This time, when it came into contact with Luke's hand, he didn't yank it away. Instead he looked over next to himself. As Zach wound his hand around Luke's, he commented softly, "Everything's going to work out okay. I promise." Berk's head popped up and he asked, "Are you gay?" "Who, me?" both Zach and Luke asked back at the same time. For the first time, Luke popped a smile. Speaking for the two, Zach replied, "Yeah, we're both gay." Seeing it the opportune moment, he also asked Berk, "Are you?" And, for the first time Berk had been caught off guard. He began to fumble, which had been unlikely for this phase of his work. "Me? Gay? Um, uh... well..." Luke is the one that came on, point blank, saying, "If you are dude, say you are. It's what I am and I'm not afraid to say it. So, say it if you are. Is you or ain'tcha?" "I," came the extremely faint reply, "am." Then Zach became amazed, as Luke unloaded his mind with things that Zach himself thought. "You know you're a hot looking dude, Berk." "Me?" "Sure. First thing I noticed when you took that shirt off. I bet you have a hot bod under that tee shirt." Berk wasn't ready for this. In fact, being the shy guy he is, about his sexuality, he was totally unprepared, as he looked down his own body. Reaching across the way, Luke snatched away the laptop. "Just as I thought!" It didn't have to be spelled out. Luke's statement said it all, as the laptop revealed Berk's boner. "Betcha you're about an eight or nine, huh Berk?" "Eight? Nine? Eight or nine what?" Zach could see this getting out of hand, so put in his two cents. Taking the laptop away from Luke, he set it back into Berk's court. "Oooh," Berk replied, as he squirmed around, trying to reposition his tent with the base of the laptop computer. The nineteen year old, with a slight grin on his face, picked up both hands, knocking Zach in the thigh. "What'd I tell ya?" "Yeah, um... I think we better get on with the business at hand. What's your next question, Berk?" Zach prompts him. "Next question... next question... names." "Kyle and the other was Paul Morgan." "Sure of it?" "Positive and for an older dude, he looked kind of hot in the buff." "I was under the impression that you had gone through hell and back, Luke?" Zach inquires, unleashing his hand. "Oh, that part is true. If you don't believe me, just look!" At that point, Luke jumps up off the sofa, takes his tee shirt by the tails and peels it up and over his head, shaking out his moderately long, sandy brown hair. "Oh shit!" Zach remarks, staring at Luke's stomach. "Yeah," Luke points out, "you can still see the bruises where the younger dude punched me out." "That is despicable!" "Yeah, I figured so," Luke replied to Berk's comment, even though he hadn't the foggiest what the word meant! "And oh - look at this!" Turning, Luke showed the visible welts on his back. "Got some on my ass, too." "We need this documented by a physician," Berk thinks out loud. "Oh nooooo," Luke tells him, "no whitecoats for me!" "Did they sexually molest you, Luke?" Zach takes over some of the questioning. Figuring that Berk had his mind on `other' things, Zach decided on joining in on the interrogation. Of course, he himself didn't shun the facts of the nice looking treasure trail that sliced through Luke's bellyhole, nor the `built' pecs, however they weren't here for the purpose of lining up next month's Genre cover model! "You mean did they do sex stuff to me?" "That's what he means," Berk replied, regaining control of the interrogation. That's the question that brought Luke back down to earth. Sitting, he let his crumbled tee sit in his lap. He returned to his well of depression. "Yeah they did. Even though it t'were a week back, my ass and throat still hurt." That's about all the information needed for now. "I think we have enough to go on for now, but there will be more questioning." Boldly, Luke says, "Okay, but I'll only tell you." "Me?" "Yeah. You ain't getting me near any police station. I'll trust you, but the rest of them damn cops..." "Are we making any progress in here, Berk?" Wayne opened the door, interrupting Luke's thoughts. "Hey, uh listen, Wayne..." Backing into the hallway, the twenty-nine year old investigator looked at the hand placed on the middle of his chest. Running through his thoughts had been, `Where did this assertive attitude come from all of a sudden? This, sure in hell, isn't the Berk Hewsen I know!' In some ways it gave Wayne's crotch a jiggle, to be bowled over by the twenty-six year old rookie. He made a snarling noise, like that of a cat, when he noticed Berk, stripped of his uniform shirt. Berk, ready to say something profound, diverted to, "What was that sound you made?" It dawned on Wayne that the Turkish police officer didn't get the connection of the gesture. Swallowing, Wayne replied, more out of reaction, than explaining the gesture, "You sure look hot," then realizing his boo-boo, "I mean," lost for words, he fesses up to the truth, "You sure look hot without the shirt!" He ended his compliment with a toothy grin. Berk stepped back, dropping his hand. "I have confession to make, also." It then occurred to Wayne, `Confession? What did I say?' He then played along, asking, "Oh? And how would that go?" First turning a crimson red, Berk's already delightfully, handsome face smirks, then admits, "Maybe I want to see you without a shirt?" Wayne still didn't get the full impact or was it he wasn't sure where Berk was heading with this, but the thrill hit him straight between the legs. "Are you saying that maybe you and I could... um, maybe feel something for each other?" Unfortunately, Wayne misinterpeted the Turk's words. It was an innocent flirt. Not an invitation. He pressed his lips up against Berk's, touching his. Breaking off the quick lip-lock, Wayne wasn't sure of himself or what Berk thought of him now. "Look, I'm sorry. Maybe I shouldn't have done that?" "I better get these notes formalized," Berk made the excuse, holding up the imformation gathered, in his laptop. A tad of embarrassment struck Wayne, as he watched the rookie take his leave, thinking he might have played the part of the fool! % 11 Continued.... Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.