Date: Wed, 26 Feb 2003 14:48:38 EST
From: Wyzman34@aol.com
Subject: Brothers Like Us Chapter 22

BROTHERS LIKE US
By Lawrence Michael Martell

CHAPTER 22


	Andre walked into Good body's gym. He smiled at Stephanie exchanged
dap with Kenny G and went into the locker room and changed his clothes. As
he walked out he glanced at the place where it all began. In there where he
and Julien Linton walked down that road. Right there where Julien opened
the flood gates that Andre was now swept up in. It was all that Negroes
fault. It was his entire fault. Andre walked out into the gym with his
serious gonna get this workout going attitude in place. Andre walked over
to the free weights and began working on the bench. He loaded the bar with
250 lbs. He didn't have s potter and he didn't want or need one. This was
Dre and there was no weight that he couldn't handle. He got down on the
bench and began his work out, feeling the delicious burn in his arms and
chest.

	Julien walked into Good body's Gym and it had been awhile since
he'd been there. Not since what had happened between him and Andre. Plus he
was busy with other things and had just not taken the time to go anywhere
and workout. So when he woke up and noticed some flab around his middle he
knew he had to get back to working out and why go to another gym when he
was a member at Good body's. Besides the chances of him coming on the same
day and running into Andre again were slim and none. After speaking with
Stephanie, who threw some heavy flirting his way, and talking to Kenny G he
went to the locker room and changed into his workout clothes. As he started
out of the locker room he couldn't help but remember the scene between
himself and Andre. He still couldn't believe he did that but more than that
he couldn't believe that Andre was still on his mind. DAMN! Julien left the
locker room. He had other things to deal with and Andre was not one of
them.  Julien had just walked out into the main gym area when he noticed
the brother working out on the bench press by himself without a
spotter. Not a good idea. Julien walked over, he needed to workout on his
chest anyway and this guy needed a spotter. As Julien got closer he
realized that there was something familiar about this brother and once he
was close enough he could tell but it was too late to turn around. DAMN!

Andre was pushing out his last rep of his last set. His chest was tight and
burning and his arms throbbing. He had his eyes closed as he forced it out
and exhaled a hard, determined blast of air. He got the weight up and when
he opened his eyes he couldn't believe what he was seeing. WHATTHEFUCK!
That was when the weight shifted and slipped. The 250 lbs weight bar came
crashing down and Andre closed his eyes because he knew he was dead.
	"MOVE MAN!"  Andre opened his eyes and saw Julien holding the
weight. Andre scrambled from under the weight. Julien put the weight back
in its place and went to Andre.
	"You okay, man?" He asked offering him his hand.  Andre looked at
Julien's outstretched. He took it and got up off the floor. "Yeah man I'm
fine." Andre said looking around to see if anyone noticed anything. The gym
wasn't crowded and everyone seemed busy with their own thing.
	"What the fuck are you doing here?" Andre hissed under his breath.
	"It's called working out." Julien replied.  Andre glared at
Julien. "Well can't you work out some place else?"
	"I'm a member here."
	"Damn, nigga! Every time I turn around you are up in my face some
place." Andre replied.
	"Maybe that's a sign." Julien said.
	"Yeah? It's a sign that..." Andre looked around again to make
sure no one was within earshot. "It's a sign that you want more of this
Hard Nine."  Julien and Andre stood there for a long moment staring into
each other's eyes like two dominate Alpha male dogs waiting for the other
to blink. Waiting for the other to bow down. Julien decided that it wasn't
going to be him.
	"Yeah...maybe I do." Julien replied, defiantly.  Andre
blinked. But before he could say anything, Julien walked away. Andre looked
around. What the fuck just happened? Hell no! That nigga didn't. He watched
Julien walk over to the weight machine and before he knew it he was
following him over. Julien was pumping the machine just as Andre walked
over.
	"What the fuck was that?" Andre demanded.
	"What?" Julien said not stopping his work out.
	"That shit you said over there? What was that?"
	"What do you think it was?" Julien replied still working.  Andre
looked around. "Mothafucker, who the fuck do you think you are?"  Julien
stopped his work out and stood up so that he and Andre were standing face
to face, a bit too close. They were once again staring into each other's
eyes; their bodies were tense and whip cord tight.  Julien realized that
this time he had Andre on the ropes. Oh hell yeah!
	"You want to know who the fuck I am?" Julien replied. "I am the
motherfucker that you want but can't get. SEE YA!" And with that Julien
walked away. He wanted to look back to see what Andre was doing but he
didn't. He just wanted to get out of there. He would grab his bag and not
even change, just get out. He couldn't believe what he did? What had gotten
into him? Why would he do that? Julien grabbed his stuff and quickly
departed just was Andre was coming into the locker room.
	"Hey Yo Yo...wait up?" Andre said.
	"What? I don't think we have anything to say." Julien said.
	"I think we have plenty...I mean..." Andre looked back at the
steam room and the empty locker room. "Look man...what happened with
us...you know...I've been thinking...I mean...Look, I'm not gay or
nothing like that..."
	"Really?" Julien replied with a raised eyebrow.
	"Yeah...I mean No...I mean...Shit since all that
happened...man...it's just that I'm so....GOD DAMN!" And with that
Andre kissed Julien. It was a hard kiss, an animal kiss, a wild, violent,
passionate kiss. Julien tried to fight it but he couldn't...he didn't
want to...he gave into the kiss and he responded with the same wild
passion. How long had he thought of this? How long had he dreamed about
this. He ran his hands under Andre's shirt, touching his powerful chest. He
felt the heat off his body and the electricity. It was crazy, it was
intoxicating. When his fingers caressed Andre's nipples, Andre moaned and
kissed him harder, pressing his body closer together and Julien could feel
that hard nine inch dick bulging hard and strong.
	Andre ran his hands down Julien's body, down his fine ass body. God
damn, god damn...He wanted this more than he had known himself. He
grabbed a hand full of Julien's ass and squeezed and massaged them. Julien
sighed and moaned and Andre grinded his hard dick into Julien. Damn this
felt great; it felt good, damn good. He began pulling Julien's shirt over
his head. He wanted to see that body. Once the shirt was up and off, Andre
began kissing Julien's chest.
	"OOOOh Shit!" Julien moaned. As leaned against the locker room
wall.  Andre kissed down to Julien's belly button and slipped his tongue
in. Julien giggled and laughed, that tickled and he pulled Andre up. They
looked into each others eyes and once again they kissed but this time it
wasn't as wild and uncontrollable as before. It was slow, sexy and
erotic. Julien began kissing Andre's face and moved to his ear and down to
his neck which caused Andre to moan.
	"Damn yo that's my fuckin' spot there." Andre replied. Then he
heard something. The sound of someone coming into the locker room. Quickly
stepped away from Julien just was two older brothers walked into the locker
room. Neither one seemed to notice Andre nor Julien. Julien picked up his
bag and headed out of the locker room. He was out to his car when Andre
came up to him.
	"Hey...where you going?" Andre asked.
	"I'm going home." Julien said.
	"I mean...after what...I mean...look...this whole thing has
me..."
	"Confused? Yeah, well me too Andre. This is all very confusing to
me as well."
	"It is?" Andre seemed surprised to realize that Julien was
confused.
	"Yes...Look, I don't know why all this happened." Julien
began. "I mean...everything that has gone down the whole thing...I just
don't know."
	"You don't?" Andre asked.
	"No...I don't but I do know this...You have gotten under my
skin and it scares the hell out of me." Julien got into his car, started it
up and was gone.

	Jamal Moyenda was improving by leaps and bounds since he'd come out
of the coma. The physical injuries were being treated very well and the
doctor's were pleased with his progress. Mohammed was by his son's side
everyday and every chance he could get. Along with him were Jamal's mother
and Sonny, who had returned to XWF, still managed to come and check on
Jamal and to be with Mohammed. Mohammed had not gone back to the XWF and
had been given extended time to handle his family situation, which he was
thankful for.  The doctor's were telling Mohammed that their prognosis for
Jamal were very good. They didn't foresee any long term effects from his
coma, which pleased Mohammed. Everyday he was with Jamal talking to him and
encouraging him and telling him how much he loved him. He almost lost his
son and that scared him more than anything and he made a promise that he
would not let another moment go by without telling him that he loved
him. He also had to make a decision. His son needed him but his career as a
wrestler was one that had him on the road more often than he was at
home. Teena was giving up custody to him and that meant he had to be around
more for his son. There was only one thing he could do. Leave professional
wrestling. His son needed him and that was more important that wrestling or
anything else. He loved wrestling but he loved his son more and his son
needed him more.
	One night while Mohammed was in the hospital room with Jamal, who
was sleeping, he had a surprise visitor. When he looked up and saw Brett he
was surprised and speechless.
	"Hello Mohammed," Brett said as he stood at the threshold
uncertain. "How is Jamal?"  Mohammed looked at his sleeping son and then at
Brett, his ex...the man he once loved. He motioned for Brett to come in.
	"He's doing much better. He has improved since he came out of the
coma." Mohammed explained.  Brett came into the room and stood my Jamal's
bed looking down at the sleeping teen. He looked up at Mohammed and then
back at Jamal and smiled.
	"What are you smiling about?" Mohammed asked.  Brett shook his
head. "I just realized how much he looks like you, especially when he's
sleeping."  Mohammed looked at his son.
	"You see it. He sleeps with his hands next to his head with his
thumb right at his mouth but not in." Brett explained.
	"Yeah...I see that. So that's what I look like when I sleep?"
Mohammed asked.  Brett looked at him and smiled. "Yes, it's very cute. I
use to love watching you sleep."
	"Brett..." Mohammed was starting to feel awkward.
	"Look Mohammed...I know what went down between us was bad and
there is no going back but I want us to try to at least be civil if not
friends."
	"Brett, you're asking a lot from me." Mohammed replied.
	"But nothing that you can't give."
	"Perhaps but right now I'm concentrating on Jamal."  Brett looked
down at his feet and his nervousness was evident to Mohammed.
	"What's going on, Brett?" Mohammed asked.  Brett took a deep
breath. "I have something to tell you and it may upset you."  Mohammed
sighed. The last thing he needed to hear was the story and saga of Brett's
cheating. "Brett, I don't really want to know this."
	"Mohammed pleases. This is important and it concerns Jamal."
Mohammed perked up. "Jamal? What does this have to do with Jamal?"  Brett
began pacing. Now that he was here doing this he was terribly nervous and
afraid. But he had to do this. It was time. "Mohammed on the day that Jamal
had his accident...On the day of the accident he saw me with Dalziel."
	"What?"
	"Dalziel and I wanted him to see us...We...No; I was taunting
Jamal with my fling with Dalziel."  Mohammed couldn't believe his
ears. "WHAT? What are you saying? Are you saying that you were throwing
this up in my son's face? Why?"  Brett took another deep breath and
explained how Jamal had found out that he had been with Dalziel and how he
threatened to tell Mohammed then and how Brett threatened to reveal that
not only was Mohammed was gay but to imply that Mohammed had sexual
relations with his own son. He explained how Jamal was trying to protect
his father and that even Eric knew and was going to tell Mohammed. As
Mohammed listened his blood boiled and he was filled with so much rage that
he knew he would have killed Brett with his bare hands had they not been in
the hospital. The he looked down at his son and when he realized the burden
that he was bearing. Tears formed in his eyes. His son was trying to
protect him, trying to take care of him and it should have been him doing
that for Jamal. When Brett was finished, Mohammed sat silently for a long
time while Brett waited for what he knew was going to happen. What he got
was unexpected.
	"Thank you." Mohammed said.
	"What?"  Brett was startled and surprised.  Mohammed sighed. "Thank
you for tell me...I mean...what you did was fucking foul and I don't
know if I can ever forget it nor forgive it but you came here like a man
and told me the truth and for that I'm saying thank you."  Brett let out a
sigh of relief. "Mohammed I know that you hate me..."
	"NO! No...I don't hate you...I could never hate you. I dislike
what you did. I hate what you did but I don't hate you. Brett, what we had
for many years...for me...was great and I have no regrets for
that...I will always have the good memories of those times and the things
that we shared and those are memories that you were and are apart of and I
can never hate you for that."  Brett wiped at the tears in his
eyes. "Mohammed...I'm so sorry for everything I did...I don't know
why...I mean...you were...are a great man and you deserved better."
	"Yeah...I do and I did. Thanks for apologizing and thanks for
coming by." Mohammed said.
	"Look, Mohammed...I don't want anything from you...no
money...no support...nothing. I have to get my head on straight and get
my life right."  Mohammed smiled and Brett looked at him oddly. "What are
you smiling at?"
	"Nothing, except you are the second of my two exs to tell me that
they need to get themselves straight."
	"Teena said that?" Brett asked.
	"Yeah, right before she told me that she wanted me to have full
custody of Jamal." Mohammed explained.
	"OH Mohammed that's great. You've always wanted that." Brett
stated.
	"Yeah but now I have to make decisions and changes in my life to be
there for him."  Brett shook his head. "Mohammed Moyenda I know you are not
talking about leaving wrestling."
	"Yes...I am." Mohammed said. "I have to take care of Jamal. If it
wasn't for me he wouldn't be here."
	"Wrong. It's my fault. Mohammed, you are a great parent....A
great father and if anyone can handle career and fatherhood it's you."
	"Right. So when I'm on the road who is going to take care of
Jamal?"
	"Is Teena dead? She's his mother. Besides Jamal is not a helpless
child so don't treat him that way. Mohammed you will find a way to make it
work BUT if you give up what you love you will grow to have resentment and
that will kill you because you will resent Teena for giving you your son
and you will resent your son though you will never show it where anyone
would know it but you would and Jamal would suffer and you would
suffer. Now do you want that?"
	"No, I don't and you know that." Mohammed said.  Brett stood up and
went to the door. He stopped and turned around and looked at
Mohammed. "Mohammed Moyenda, you are a great man and you will find a way to
do this and do it well because that is just who you are. I'm glad I got to
know you and be apart of your life. Thank you." Brett said.  Mohammed
walked to Brett and hugged him and kissed his cheek. "Thank you."  Mohammed
watched as Brett walked down the hospital hall away. At that moment he
missed Sonny, who was on the way to Chicago.
	"Dad?"  Mohammed turned around to see Jamal sitting up in the bed.
	"What are you doing up?" Mohammed asked as he walked over to his
son's bed.
	"Was what Brett saying true?" Jamal Asked.
	"What?" Mohammed asked.
	"Are you going to stop wrestling?" Jamal asked.  Mohammed held
Jamal's hand. "Well son, I'm thinking about it."  Jamal squeezed his
father's hand. "Well don't do it."
	"Jamal, your mother wants me to have full custody of you and I
can't be on the road and take care of you. You need me and I need to be
there for you." Mohammed said.
	"Dad, you have always taken care of you."
	"Yeah except for this time and look what happened."
	"That wasn't your fault." Jamal said. "Dad you love wrestling and
Brett is right...if you had to stop because of me..."
	"No son...Brett is not right. I love you."
	"And I love you dad. So if you love me don't stop wrestling for
me."
	"But Jamal...you will need someone to be with you when I'm on the
road."
	"What's wrong with Mom and then there's Uncle Eric...I will be
fine."  Mohammed smiled and kissed his son's forehead. "When did you become
so smart?"
	"It's easy...I'm your son."  Mohammed embraced his son and held
him tight. He had been truly blessed by God and Allah to have such a great
son in his life.

Detective Cecil Montgomery pulled up to the home of Yul Bennerman with a
smile on his face. Everything was going his way. Victor Du Bois was out of
the way and as far as the department was concerned it was a righteous shoot
and there would be no investigation. Thanks to Bund he now had a meeting
with the top man in the city and before he was done, Cecil Montgomery would
be off the force and living high and happy in the Caribbean. Yeah, it was
all working out.

It was all working out.  Bund and Errol sat in the SUV across from
Bennerman's place and watched as Det. Cecil Montgomery pulled up and into
the estate. Errol couldn't wait for everything to go down. Everything was
in play and in motion. That sorry motherfucker was going to pay for what he
did.
	"Hey E," Bund said. "You sure everything is gonna go down the way
you planned?"  Errol nodded. "Everything is gonna happen they it
should. That punk ass is gonna feel it and I'm gonna make him feel it for a
long time."
	"Yo man, I can't believe you got Rasta to be down with all this."
Bund said.  Errol smiled. "Let's just say that he ain't no fan of
Montgomery either."  Errol watched Rasta's house knowing that soon it would
all be over.

	"So how was the funeral?"  Sean was at the group meeting which he
had missed since Victor's death. But after the funeral and everything he
returned and it felt good. Everyone in the group welcomed him back and
expressed their concern and condolences for his brother. It was great to be
missed and to have someone concerned about you. He hadn't realized how much
he actually missed the group and how they had become a part of his life.
It was Avery that met Sean at the door with a hug and asked him how the
funeral was. Sean hugged him back and as he went to his usually spot on his
overstuffed beanbag, removed his shoes and socks, which was between Greg
AKA `G-Shot' and Michael. He looked around at everyone and smiled.
	"The funeral was beautiful. Victor is...was...is from New
Orleans so they had a good ol' fashioned New Orleans funeral." Sean
explained.
	"OOOH Chile!" Whitley exclaimed waving his blood red finger nailed
hands like he had been filled with the heaven spirit. "I went to Nawlins a
few times and you talk about Cajun Spice and Creole cooking...Those boys
down there was hot, hot, HOT!"
	"There are some pretty attractive men in New Orleans." Michael said
with a hint of a wistful smile, which caused members of the group to look
at him. "Hey! I did have a life once."
	"I feel ya Mikey." G- Shot replied with a wicked smile.
	"Mikey?" Michael shot up an eyebrow.  Sean giggled. "Anyway...it
was a very nice funeral and I guess it helped Shane too."
	"Why do you say that?" Dr. Segars asked.
	"Well, a couple of things. One, being around Victor's family gave
him someone to share his love, life and grief with. To share memories about
Victor and stuff like that. I will say that meeting Victor's twin brother
was interesting."  Avery yelped. "SAY WHAT! Victor had a twin? Identical in
everyway?"  Sean smiled. "I don't know anything about that."
	"Sean," Matthew said. "What was the other thing that happened?"
Sean sighed. "The partner of the cop that killed Victor came to the
wedding."
	"Really? Why did he come?" Dr. Segars asked.
	"He said he wanted to express his condolences to the family."
	"That's very admirable and very brave." Segars replied.
	"Yeah whatever."
	"You sound like you don't believe that?"
	"I don't but Shane and Victor's family bought it...except for
Vincent and me."
	"I see. So what about this detective that you don't like?"  Sean
looked at his bare feet. "It's not as much as him but his partner."
	"The one that killed Victor?" Segars asked.
	"Yes."
	"Do you know these two detectives?" Segars asked.  Sean
exhaled. "They are the detectives that were supposed to be investigating my
rape."
	"Wow," Michael replied.
	"So one of the detectives that were investigating your rape shot
and killed your brother's lover. How do you feel about that?" Dr. Segars
asked.  Sean shook his head. "How do I feel? I hate it. It makes me sick
and it makes me wonder if it was done on purpose."  Matthew spoke. "Wait?
Are these the two cops you told us about that came to your home?"  Sean
looked at Matthew, surprised that he remembered that. "Yes, they are?
Linton and Montgomery. Montgomery was the one that Victor had words with
and he is the one that murdered Victor."
	"Murdered?" Segars said. "You said murdered, why?"  Sean looked
Segars in his eyes. "Because that's what he did."


Cecil Montgomery was a happy man. He walked out of Yul Bennerman's home
with a huge smile on his face. He was pleased with himself. He had just
made a deal that would make him wealthy beyond his belief. Yeah, who said
crime didn't pay. They were wrong, it paid well. He got rid of Carlos and
his crew, he got rid of Victor and now he had come right in and took what
Victor was trying to set up. Nothing could stop him. He had it all.
Detective Montgomery got into his car and drove away from the Bennerman
place. Three miles into his trip he noticed a black SUV stalled in the
middle of the road. Montgomery stopped his car. What the fuck, he was a
cop. He should at least check things out. As he got out of his car he felt
for his service revolver and moved towards the vehicle. He saw two legs
under the SUV and the sounds of someone cussing and swearing. Apparently
they were trying to fix something.
	"Hey, under the vehicle. I'm Detective Montgomery. You need any
help?"  The guy came out from under the SUV and Montgomery couldn't believe
his eyes.
	"Bund!? What are you doing here?" Montgomery demanded.  Bund rose
to his feet. "Hey...Monty Mont! Hey man I was visiting one of my girls
and the SUV started acting crazy. Whatcha doin around here?"
	"Police business." Montgomery stated. "Why don't you call triple
A?"
	"Cause a nigga ain't got no Triple A."  Montgomery laughed. "Bund,
you are something else."  Bund smiled. "Yeah...I try."
	"Well, get this thing out of the road."  Bund looked at
Montgomery. "Oh so you gonna leave a nigga here?"
	"You are a grown man. But I'll call a truck for you." Montgomery
said as he walked back towards his car.
	"Aight...cool."  Montgomery got back into his car and drove
away. He passed Bund, who waved and shouted. "DRIVE SAFELY...KEEP YOUR
EYES ON THE ROAD!" Montgomery smiled. He had to take care of Bund and then
that was it.

Everything was going perfect. Rasta called his cell and told him that the
meeting was about to end. He and Bund went to their position. The plan was
simple. Errol would go hide while Bund would park the SUV in the middle of
the road and pretend to fix it. Once Montgomery came up and got out, then
Errol would get into the back seat of the car and lay low on the
floor. Once Montgomery was in the car it was up to Errol to handle his
business and handle it he was. The car slowed to a stop at the stop
sign. Errol sprang up, the piano wire wrapped around his gloved hands. He
wrapped it around Montgomery's neck and squeezed.

The shocked Montgomery hardly had time to react when the man popped up from
his back seat and began choking him. He gagged and struggled to fight but
the man in the back seat had the advantage. As he struggled and fought he
heard the man saying something over and over again and then as his world
turned black he realized what the man was chanting Victor Du Bois over and
over again. Those would be the last words he would hear before he died.

Errol stuffed the rag into the gas tank of the car. He looked inside of the
car one more time where the lifeless body of Detective Cecil Montgomery lay
in the front seat, his neck freshly strangled and cut from ear to ear. He
smiled as Bund arrived in the SUV.
	"C'mon man!" Bund called out.  Errol reached into his pocket and
pulled out a bag with a bottle in it. Errol took a swig and then poured the
rest on top of the car and on Montgomery's dead body.
	"This was for you homey. The job is done." Errol tossed the bottle
inside the car as he lit a lighter and the rag and walked to the SUV. Bund
stepped on the gas and they were gone. A few minutes later an explosion
ripped threw the evening and Errol rubbed a tear from his eye.

Julien had been sitting in front of the Midnight Lounge for close to an
hour watching the men and women walk in and out of the place. There was no
need to lie about what he was doing there. He was there for one reason and
one reason only. He had hoped that he would see Andre there like he had the
last time he was here and like he had at the gym. What had happened at the
gym between them this time was all he could think about all day, try as
might, he just couldn't shake the feeling and he could not get rid of the
image and when he thought about the kiss in the locker room he thought
about the steam room and the touch and feel of Andre's body and the sounds
of his moaning. It was just way too much for Julien to deal with. Here he
was a police officer...a damn detective and here he was having a sexual
encounter with a man that at that point was considered a suspect in a
murder and he risked his badge for a cheap sex act. He had been a cop for a
long time and it was difficult being a gay cop. Julien had dealt with it
the best way he knew how and that was by being pretty much celibate. He
couldn't remember the last sexual encounter he had...before the thing
with Andre. He was even dating anyone. When other cops and their wives
invited him out with them he would go and when they fixed him up with a
blind date...a sister, sister in law, a best friend, a niece, even a
granddaughter...he was always diplomatic and very gentlemanly on the date
and when they wanted to get intimate it was by the luck of the fates or God
that he would get a call about a current case that would force him to live
which would ultimately lead to the young lady not wanting to get involved
with a cop. So basically his life was work, home and when things got
difficult he just took matters into hand by jacking off and going to
bed. So he should not have been surprised by his sexual attraction to Andre
Robinson, though he was annoyed that for some reason he could not control
it. That for some reason Andre Robinson made him feel so sexual and that he
was so sexually attracted to him. When they were kissing in the locker room
he felt himself giving in and he wanted so bad to give in. He wanted so bad
to have Andre Robinson work his body but then those men came and as he left
he realized that even if he could let himself go, Andre Robinson was having
issues with his own sexuality and until he came to grips with that then
there was nothing he could nor would do with him and there was still the
matter of a murder investigation. Speaking of which, Julien realized that
he had not checked in with his partner. Something was going on with
Cecil. He knew in his heart that Cecil murdered Victor Du Bois but what he
couldn't figure out was why? It had nothing to do with Victor being gay, he
felt sure of that so what else could it be? Julien picked up his cell phone
and decided he would forget Andre Robinson; he had work to do and a partner
who needed to answer some questions.
	Just as he was about to start his car there was a tap on the
passenger side window and when he looked up his heart shot to his
throat. It was Andre Robinson. He tapped again and Julien hit the power
window button to lower it.
	"So what up Yo?" Andre began. "You gonna sit out in your car all
night or what?"
	"Actually," Julien replied, "I was just getting ready to leave."
	"Police business?" Andre asked.
	"No." Julien replied and then kicked himself for saying it.
	"Oh so you going to some other joint to sit in their parking lot?"
Andre asked.
	"Is there something you want?" Julien asked.  Andre sighed, he
looked around and then back at Julien. "Damn you don't make it easy on a
brotha do you?"
	Julien sat waiting. Andre cleared his throat.
	"I wanted to talk about what happened at the gym."
	"Okay." Julien answered.
	"Well dang can a brotha at least sit in the car with you?"  Julien
unlocked the door and watched as Andre climbed in. He was immediately hit
with the fragrance of fine cologne and a hit of alcohol. Andre had been
drinking but he didn't appear drunk.
	"Thanks man." Andre said.
	"No problem. So what do you want to talk about?" Julien asked in
his cop voice.  Andre looked at his manicured finger nails while he
spoke. "It's just that...I wanted you to know..."
	"Let me say it for you. You're not gay. You are down with that and
you didn't mean for that to happen."  Andre looked at Julien with hard
determination in his eyes. "No. I wanted it to happen and I am glad that it
did because shit has been going on since we first met and it's driving me
crazy and has me confused and I don't like being confused, I don't like
thinking about you all the fucking time and I don't like dreaming about you
and I don't like thinking about you touching me in the steam room and I
don't like remembering that kiss and I don't like the fact that I want it
to happen again and again and that it might not happen because I'm too
scare of all this shit going on inside of me because I don't understand
it. I just don't understand it one goddamn fucking bit!"  Julien had
listened as Andre went one. Andre had said all that in one breath, he just
rattled it off without hesitation without any thought he just let it all
roll out and as Julien listened and watched he saw that what he was saying
was real and that he was being truthful and sincere. He could see the
confusion and he could see the fear but he could also see that Andre wanted
to understand what was going on and he wanted Julien to know that too.
	"Andre..." Julien raised his had to silence him. "No
man...look. All my life I knew one thing and one thing only. That I was
straight. I mean I can name all the bitches I have fucked and hearts I
broke. I ain't proud of all that but that was what I was doing. I never had
a gay experience...there was this time with one of my boys that I use to
ball with back in the day but we were drunk and then there was my cousin
Steve when I was like 15 and he was 17...we did some stuff..."
	"Was he gay?" Julien interrupted.
	"Who Steve or Terry?"  Julien shrugged. "Both."
	"Terry is...at least he is now...I didn't know back then and my
cousin...well everyone knew he was gay."
	"Did you know?" Julien asked.  Andre looked at his nails
again. "Yeah...I guess I did know."  Julien nodded. "I see."
	"I mean...I ain't got no beef with no one that's gay. I mean me
and Eric have been boys since college and all...I mean I never
thought..." Andre looked at Julien and noticed that the he was listening
to him, believing him and not judging him. He stopped talking.
	"What's wrong?" Julien asked.
	"Man...I can't lie."
	"What are you talking about?" Julien asked.  Andre sighed. "I'm
gay."  Julien just nodded his head but said nothing.
	"I guess I always knew but I didn't want to be gay."
	"Why?"
	"Why? Man don't we have enough trouble being black without being
fucking gay too?"  Julien couldn't help but laugh. "Try being a gay black
cop. It ain't no picnic either."  Andre nodded. "Yeah, I guess it is
rough. I mean how do you date and all?"
	"Easy. I don't."  Andre raised an eyebrow. "What? A fine
motherfucker...I mean...why?"  Julien shrugged. "Fear. I guess I'm
afraid that someone on the force would find out and then there would be
questions and concerns and the next thing you know someone will be saying
that I touched them here or did this there. Why be bothered with the
hassle."
	"Yeah but in the steam room when you...when ummm...I mean you
weren't worried about your job then."  It was Julien's turn to look at his
nails. "Andre, what I did was wrong and I should not have done it."
	"Oh? So you saying that you didn't want to?"
	"Well No I wanted to...that is to say I saw you and...Damn!"
Andre laughed and tapped Julien's shoulder. "Don't worry I know that
confused feeling."
	"Thanks." Julien said. Andre did not remove his hand from his
shoulder.
	"So what do we do about all this?" Andre asked. He felt Julien's
shoulder and was surprised at how solid it was and how muscular it
felt. Julien was looking at him with an odd smile on his face.
	"I have no idea." Julien said.  Andre cleared his throat again and
then turned so that he was facing Julien. Looking him square in the eyes.
	"You are a sexy brotha." Andre said.  Julien smiled and felt his
face heat up. "Thank you."
	"Look, how about we go somewhere and talk some more where there
isn't fifty million people around."  Julien looked around. "I don't think
that there are that many people in the Midnight Lounge."  Andre shook his
head. "You always a smart ass?"
	"Yes." Julien replied with a smile.  Andre laughed. "Aight cool,
cool!"
	"So where do you want to go?" Julien asked.
	"My place, your place."
	"I see and what are we going to do at my place, your place?"  Andre
smiled. "Whatever happens, happens and this time no one will have to run
off."

They went to Julien's place which was fine with Andre since he didn't know
if Eric would be at the crib or with his boy Jermaine. God, he would have
to tell Eric about what was going on and he couldn't help but wonder what
his reaction would be. What if Eric got upset, it could happen. What if he
came on to him? Naw, Eric was too into Jermaine besides they were like
brothers. Would Eric tell all his friends? Shane, Sean, Mohammed? All these
questions were in his head while he and Julien drove to Julien's
place. They talked about a lot of things and Andre realized that he and
Julien had some things in common such as basketball...they both loved
Jordan and agreed that he should have stayed retired but were glad to see
him in action again. Iverson was good but there were issues. Shaq was just
too commercial and too much of a celeb and they felt that hurt not only his
game but the sport. By the time Andre got to Julien's townhouse apartment
in a pretty decent part of town he really liked what he was learning. Once
at Julien's he checked out all his CDs. The brotha had all types of jams
from Old school soul and R&B to Hip Hop, jazz, blues, and gospel. He
slipped in Luther Vandross while Julien went into the kitchen and brought
out two beers. Julien sat in his overstuffed chair and Andre sat on the
sofa. They sipped beer and talked while Luther sang. By beer number three
they were listening to Whitney Houston and talking about her marriage and
situation with Bobby Brown. Beer four brought on Ginuwine's `Pony Song' and
Beer five they were listening to Ronald Isley as Mr. Bigg and Kelly Price
with R. Kelly. Andre removed his boots and began to crack his toe knuckles.
	"What's wrong?" Julien asked as he sipped his seventh beer and was
feeing the effect of it.
	"My feet are a bit sore." He replied.  Julien sipped his beer, went
to the kitchen and brought out two more. He handed one to Andre and then
sat on the sofa next to him. "Gimme your feet."
	"What?" Andre replied.
	"Gimme your feet." Julien repeated.
	"Whatcha gonna do?" Andre asked.
	"Massage them." Julien answered.  Andre put his socked feet across
Julien's lap. "Do you mind if I take off the socks?"
	"Nope, I hope you can stand the smell. My feet can be ripe." Andre
warned.
	"Don't worry. I'm a cop I've smelled worse." Julien chuckled. He
removed Andre's socks. There was a definite odor to them but nothing so bad
and offensive. Andre had beautiful feet with cute, long, masculine
toes. Julien touched Andre's foot and Andre giggled and jumped.
	"What's wrong?"
	"Shit man...I'm ticklish." Andre giggled.
	"Oh sorry. You didn't tell me you were ticklish."
	"I didn't think it was that important at the time."
	"Okay." Julien replied. He looked at Andre with a mischievous glint
in his eyes. Apparently Andre noticed it too.
	"Naaaaaw man, please don't do it."
	"Don't do what?" Julien asked with fake innocence.
	"Don't tickle my feet." Andre said.
	"Me? Tickle your feet? I never thought of that until NOW!" Julien
raked his fingers across Andre's tender soles that set Andre wiggling and
laughing. Julien continued raking and tickling his soles while Andre, who
was pretty strong, tried to get away while laughing wildly.
	"AHHHHH SHIT MAN....HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...DAMN PLEASE...PLEASE!"
Julien continued tickling Andre, wrapping his legs around Andre's ankles to
keep him in one spot and to keep him trapped.
	"OOOOH DAMN....DAMN....HEHEHEHEHEHE...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Andre was helpless as he felt Julien working on his feet. It was such a
wild sensation. No one had ever tickled him before. It felt great...It
felt damn great and he didn't want it to stop. He was getting wildly turned
on as well. He wiggled and rolled on the sofa as Julien kept on
tickling. Then he stopped and Andre looked at him with tears from his
laughter in his eyes. Julien was looking at him deeply and Andre felt his
throat tighten. He watched as Julien raised his toes to his lips and began
to kiss them starting first with the big toe and then moving down. Andre
had never had anyone do that either and it felt better than the
tickling. He laid back and couldn't help moaning and groaning as Julien's
tongue worked each toe. When Julien got to the pinkie toe and began sucking
it, Andre went crazy. It sent sensations through him that he had never felt
before. It was so intense that he wanted it to stop but he also wanted it
to last forever.
	Julien was kissing Andre's toes, he was swept up and swept away
with the feeling and the atmosphere and maybe just a bit too much beer but
whatever it was it felt good. He let his hand creep up the wide leg of
Andre's pants as he massaged his muscled calf and the back of his knees. He
heard Andre moaning and the sound of him loosening his pants and undoing
his belt. The sound of his zipper being zipped down and Julien looked up to
see Andre's dick at full attention. Apparently he had on no underwear. He
looked at Andre whose eyes were filled with desire and passion. Julien
moved up Andre's body and gripped his dick and was about to lower his mouth
on it when Andre stopped him.
	"No."
	"What?"  Andre smiled. "I want you to but I want you to do
something first."
	"What?" Julien asked.  Andre reached down with both his hands and
cupped either side of Julien's face and drew him up to his. He looked into
his eyes and then said softly. "Kiss me."  Julien smiled and moved in for
the kiss. It was soft, light and filled with passion. It wasn't hard and
animal like in the gym. It was wonderful...it was great...it was
romantic. Their tongues danced. Their lips pressed and nibbled. They
wrapped their arms around each other and held on with the kiss. Julien was
just as excited as Andre. He reached his hands under Andre's shirt and felt
his muscled, ripped abs and moved up to his chest and nipples. Andre moaned
as he fumbled at the buttons on Julien's shirt and spread it to expose his
chest. He felt it then stopped kissing to look at it.
	"Damn...you are PHINE!" Andre commented.
	"Thanks." Julien replied as he kissed Andre again.  Andre ended the
kiss again. "Julien, let's go to your bedroom."  Julien agreed and got to
his feet and offered a hand to Andre. Andre looked at the hand and then
took it as Julien helped him to his feet. They kissed all the way into the
bedroom.
	They began by undressing each other and once they were totally
naked they stood there in each others arms admiring their bodies. Touching
chest and nipples and abs with trembling excited fingers. Julien then laid
Andre on his back on the bed and began rubbing his entire body down with
light strokes of his fingers causing Andre to get all goose pimpled and
excited. He then kissed him from his head to his feet and back up.
	"Awwww yeah...I likes that." Andre moaned.  Julien smiled as he
lowered his head and opened wide his mouth and took Andre's dick in his
mouth and with his tongue and lips he began sucking Andre's dick.
	"JULIEN!" Andre yelped. "What the hell? Oh, shit...that feels
good! Goddamn...goddamn that shit....OOOH BABY DAMN!"  Inch by inch of
Andre's magnificent dick was swallowed into Julien's mouth. Andre's swollen
nuts and dick were on fire and ready to explode as Julien went to work on
him. This felt better than in the locker room, this felt better than when
he was with Dalziel and the reason he could come up with was that he was
with someone that he really liked and that once...for once he was relaxed
and letting himself be who he was. While Julien sucked his dick, Andre let
his hands run down Julien's body. He gripped his tight ass and began
massaging the plump tight mounds. Julien moaned as he sucked Andre's dick
even harder. Andre slipped his finger into the crack of Julien's hot ass
and teased his asshole. Julien let out a sigh of excitement and wiggled his
ass to encourage him on. Between the dick sucking that Julien was giving
him and fingering his tight asshole, Andre was ready to explode. Julien
continued sucking his dick and Andre just couldn't take it no more. He
pulled Julien up and kissed him He wanted more. He wanted to fuck him. He
wanted to love that ass. That was when he realized he didn't have any
condoms. He had not expected to fuck anyone tonight and when he saw Julien
sitting in his car outside of the Midnight Lounge it was a spur of the
moment idea to go talk to him. What was he going to do?
	"Julien," Andre said. "Do you have any condoms?"  Julien shook his
head. "I didn't plan on doing this at all."
	"Damn...I want to make love to you." Andre pouted.  Julien kissed
him; let his tongue enter Andre's mouth. He took his free hand and began
jacking Andre's dick.
	"OOOH YEAH! Shit...AWWW shit now!" Andre exclaimed as he reached
over and did the same to Julien. They lay on the bed kissing deeply and
jacking each other off. It was a wild and sexy situation that neither man
wanted to end.
	"OH shit...yeah jack that dick...jack it!" Andre cried out as
he felt himself approaching a climax.
	"Uhhhh-Yeah!" Julien moaned as he too was approaching his own
orgasm.  They jacked and pulled, pulled and jacked as they kissed and
caressed. Then...
	"OOH OOH OOH! I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum!" Andre let out.
	"Me too...me too...Yes...yeah...."
        "AWWWWWWWW!" They let it out in unison as they both shot hot cum on
their stomachs. They lay in the bed twitching and stroking until it had all
subsided. Then they began kissing and nibbling. Finally Julien got out of
bed and when he returned he had a warm wash cloth and began to clean Andre
up. Andre enjoyed that too. No woman had ever done that to him before.

 It felt good. Julien crawled back in bed with Andre and Andre pulled him
closer and kissed him lightly on the face and lips.
	"That was great." Andre said.
	"Thanks...I agree."
	"So detective...I think it's time for us to go to sleep and next
time someone has to have condoms."  Julien looked at Andre
questioningly. "Is there going to be a next time?"  Andre replied by
kissing him. "You damn skippy there's going to be a next time."

	The ringing of the phone awoke Julien with a start. He was
disoriented at first and when he felt another body in his bed, arms over
his body he was confused but when he looked and saw Andre he remembered
what had happened. The fact that he was still here had to mean something.
	"Dang, you gonna answer the phone, boo?" Andre murmured in his
sleep as he snuggled into Andre's chest.  Boo? Did he call me boo? Andre
was smiling when he answered the phone at 2 am in the fucking morning.
	"Hello?" He answered with sleep still in his voice.
	"Linton?"  Julien sat up. It was Lt. Dennis. "Yes sir, Lt."
	"Linton I need you to come to the station ASAP."
	"What's wrong?" Julien asked concern in his voice. Andre was awake
and sitting up looking at Julien.
	"It's your partner...Montgomery."
	"What happened to him?"
	"Julien, he's dead. He was blown up in his car."
	"WHAT!?"
	"He's been murdered. I need you here right now!"
	"On my way." Julien said hanging up the phone.  Andre noticed his
odd expression and from the tone of the conversation something major had
just happened. "What's up?"  Julien sat at the edge of the bed. "My
partner...Detective Montgomery. He's dead. Someone murdered him."
	"Damn!" Andre replied.
	"I have to go to the office..." Andre got out of the bed. I
understand. Julien looked at him and stopped him. "Whatup?" Andre asked.
	"Thank you."  Andre smiled and kissed him. "Thank you. Thank you
for listening."
	"Ummm...you don't have to leave...I mean it's late...you can
stay if you like."  Andre smiled. "You know what...I'll stay but it will
be on a night when you don't have something going on and when someone has
condoms."  Julien smiled. "Okay. I'm gonna hold you to that."

	In less than fifteen minutes Andre and Julien were both gone. Andre
was thinking about what he as going to tell Eric. Julien was thinking about
who killed Detective Montgomery, his partner, and why they may have done
the world a favor.


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