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New York City - 1957
It had been an almost uncommonly calm Friday evening so far with nothing much to do but the pent-up paperwork from the last couple weeks. It was work that Keith couldn't stand much but it had to be done by someone. Actually desk work, even though boring, was at least preferable to being outside in the pouring rain that hadn’t lessened a single bit over the last few hours.
He'd worked on Vice squad for the past two years, always out and on the move, looking for the bad guys. While it might have been thrilling and really exciting, sometimes even going undercover, it had been rough and dirty work. He'd come home bruised and with bloody knuckles more than just a couple times and had picked up really bad habits while investigating some drug cartel as an undercover agent. The coke, and pills, and all the booze had cost him his marriage and almost his sanity as well, after his wife just up and left to her family in Florida with their baby boy. He hadn’t seen his son in almost a year, but at least with his promotion to Detective and his relocation to Homicide he'd had something to keep his mind off all the things he fucked up in his life. By now he'd managed to give up the drugs because they were messing with his head too much and he needed a clear mind for most of his work. However, alcohol was still his loyal companion almost every night after his shifts ended, as well as all the cigarettes he just couldn't say no to.
Just as he was stretching his arms and neck, his partner, Murphy, came running through the bullpen. He was in his mid-30s, a few years Keith's senior, a bulky guy with a tuft of curly black hair and unshiftable morals. He was one of the good guys, only thinking in black and white, not leaving any space for corruption, or blackmail, or unethical methods. Murphy was a down to earth, authentic guy with straight principles and Keith loved him for it, even if they regularly clashed with different opinions. But if it came down to it, Keith would take a bullet for him because he was absolutely certain that Murphy would do the same.
“We gotta go, bud”, he declared to Keith. “There was a woman found, apparently disemboweled, at a brothel up in Harlem”, he continued to tell him as Keith already grabbed his gun and coat. “Sounds fun…”, he commented dryly, pulling up the collar of his coat as if it was offering any protection from the heavy rain as they left the police station and sprinted to their car.
The crime scene didn't look like a homicide at first. The room of the brothel where it had happened was poorly lit and shabby. A queen sized bed was standing leaned against one wall, there were two violet armchairs, a lot of clothes draped everywhere, mostly light dresses and lingerie. After Keith had demanded for it, someone had brought a brighter floor lamp to illuminate the naked, motionless female body of a 20 year old girl named Cassie on the bed. She was lying on her stomach, both hands chained to the bedposts with handcuffs. Her head with the thick blonde hair turned to the right, lifeless green eyes wide open and her lips were coloured with way too bright pink lipstick. There was some bruising on her neck and if it wasn't for the bloodstained bedsheets and the fact that some pieces of intestines were leaking out from underneath her frail body, Keith would have mused that this merely might have been some really rough sex going incredibly wrong. But as it seemed, they had to do with a quite disgusting murder case.
“We need forensics”, Murphy meant and Keith just nodded, while apparently the news of what had happened were spreading throughout the brothel. Outside the door, some girls were weeping and he could hear hushed voices and people trying to calm each other down. Before inspecting the body, they'd advised the owner of the brothel and security to lock down the doors and not let anyone leave without permission. There weren't that many rooms, hookers, and clients around, luckily, but they'd still need some back-up for interrogating everyone around who might have heard or seen something.
“I'll just make some phone calls, get more people here”, Murphy said and Keith offered to already start questioning some people. At first, obviously, the owner of the brothel, a fat, bald guy named Wes Jennings. As it turned out, he had no clue who had last went up into this room with Cassie, since “discretion” apparently was “something our clients set a high value on”. Keith was rolling his eyes internally, obviously it had to be like that. Nothing could ever be easy. Still, he noted down everything that could possibly help them and then told Jennings to call at the station whenever he wanted if he might remember anything else of importance. Certainly, this wasn't the last time he'd talked to that guy.
As he stepped out onto the floor, most people who'd been standing around earlier, had retreated downstairs or to their room. At least there were only two girls, one asian looking and one redhead, still lingering around, looking pretty shattered.
“Go to your room, there's nothing to see here”, Keith told them, just as Murphy came back from making his phone calls.
“Forensics will be here soon, there are at least three more colleagues who can help with the interrogations”, he announced. “Okay, should I just start already and you wait for them?”, Keith wanted to know and his partner nodded. “Yeah, best start at the end of the floor, so we don't get confused and know whom we already questioned”, he suggested.
So, Keith walked down to the last of about eight or ten doors and knocked on it.
“NYPD, open up!”, he called, holding his badge ready, just in case. As nothing happened and he couldn’t even hear noises from inside, he knocked again, harder this time. Finally, he could hear someone moving and getting closer to open the door.
Keith had expected some pretty young girl, but actually, it was a guy, maybe a few years younger than him, standing in front of him, he realised after checking twice. He had beautiful, almost feminine, features and incredibly full lips, staring at him a little confused out of big blue eyes lined with dark eyeliner. He was barefoot, wearing sinfully tight black leather pants that obviously disclosed his bulge, and his well-trained, but slender upper body was naked, less for a bright pink feather boa slung around it. Keith had to blink a couple of times because this was clearly not what he had awaited. Despite hanging around easy girls way too often, especially the weeks and months after his wife left, he'd never been to a brothel himself where there were male hookers as well.
“Hello there, handsome! Who sent you up here, darling?”, the pretty boy asked in a soft voice. “Actually I like going down and having a say in who comes up here with me.”
“I'm not a client”, Keith said through gritted teeth, shoving his badge under the guy's nose.
“Pity, you're a looker”, the prostitute said in a flirty voice and Keith tried really hard not to roll his eyes.
“NYPD, Detective Keith Richards. We’re investigating in a murder case”, he explained as the other man's eyes seemed to get even bigger.
“Oh no, what happened?”, he wanted to know.
“Can I come in?”, Keith meant, looking down the floor where some other hookers had left their rooms. He didn't want them to hear each other's replies, just to make sure.
“You can always come in”, he winked at Keith, who was slightly blushing, but ignoring the fairy boy making moves on him, and stepped inside the dimly lit room.
“What's your name?”, he wanted to know first, pulling out his notebook and leaning against the desk that the other man mostly used to put down various make-up articles and some clothes. There were even more clothes spread over red leather chairs.
“Don't you want to take a seat? Get a little comfy?”, the guy asked without replying to Keith's question first, while he pulled on the next best shoes he could find. Some black high heels. Keith only shot an annoyed look at him, tipping his pen against the notebook.
“Do you wanna know my work name or my real name?”
“Both.”
“Well...around here everyone calls me Brendan. But actually my name's Mick”, he finally replied and Keith noted it down.
“Do you have a surname, too?”, he asked, more brusquely than intended. Mick was staggering around in these heels, swaying his hips in an almost obscene manner.
“Jagger”, he replied, while moving some of his clothes from the bed onto one of the armchairs.
“So, Mick Jagger's the full name?”
“Michael, actually”, he corrected him.
“Do you want a drink, darling?”, he added then in a sweet voice.
“No, and it's Detective”, Keith gave back, getting increasingly annoyed by the guy. Why did he need to keep his act up in front of a police detective who clearly was only here to ask some questions? What got on his nerves even more was that he felt like being in here for ten hours already, but all he got so far was a name.
“What did you do before I knocked at your door?”, he continued his questioning.
“I slept...alone, sadly...but maybe you want to join me after you're done with these questions?”, he suggested, winking at Keith and shooting him a seductive smile.
“I don't. I'm not here for anything but asking you some questions, understood? Don't you wanna know what happened?”, Keith returned, his voice slightly raised. Mick didn't bat an eye at that, only continued to grin at him as if he knew something Keith didn't.
“So, you were sleeping. For how long? What did you do before that?”, he asked in a lower tone again, internally sighing.
“About an hour, I guess?”, Mick replied with a look at the clock on the wall. “I had a client before that...a regular, he's a pretty rough fuck, but paying really well...still too rough for my taste...he's a lot into choking...”, he reported, pulling his boa a little closer around his neck, but not before Keith could spot some bruises there.
“Yes, thank you, I don't need any details of...whatever you did...just…”, Keith stammered, getting a little flustered, but trying to regain his countenance. “What's his name? When did he leave?”
“He told me his name's Henry. But...who knows if this is his actual name”, Mick gave back, still staggering around, swinging the ends of his feather boa in the air.
“Everything is pretty discrete here...nobody will know if you decide to stay with me, handsome, you know?”, he added, again in this suggestive voice.
“When did he leave?”, Keith repeated as if he didn't hear that last comment.
“A bit over an hour ago...probably around 5:30pm”, Mick mused walking over to the mini fridge, obviously not without exaggerating his hip swing, and poured himself a cold water.
“Are you sure you don't want a drink, darling?”
“Detective”, Keith mumbled. “Fine, you got a coke?”, he meant, hoping that he'd maybe leave him alone when he accepted a drink.
“Of course”, he pulled a bottle of cola out of the fridge, before closing it and staggering over to where Keith was leaning against the desk.
“Anything for you, handsome”, Mick purred, licking his big lips suggestively while handing Keith the bottle, not without their hands brushing and his touch lingering way too long. Keith suddenly felt way too hot for the fact that it was late October and shitty weather outside, so he opened the bottle and hastily gulped down the cool liquid, while Mick was just watching him with a smirk, still standing way too closely in his personal space.
“Thanks…”, he just got out, putting the half empty bottle aside and focusing on his notes again to get his head straight.
“Just let me know if you need anything else, babe”, Mick replied and it was obvious he wasn't just talking about a drink.
“So...do you know Cassie?”, Keith went on with the interrogation then as Mick sat down on the armrest of the red leather chair that was only standing about a metre away from where Keith was leaning.
“Cassie? From a few rooms down the floor?”, he wanted to know.
“Yeah, young blonde woman…”, Keith agreed.
“What about her?”
“It looks like she died forcefully…” he started, and observed how Mick's mouth dropped open in an almost dramatic gesture.
“Noo?! Cassie? But she's such a sweet little angel…who would do something like that to her?”, Mick was seemingly shocked, pressing a hand to his face and looked at Keith out of huge eyes that were welling up in tears.
“That's what I want to find out and why I'm here”, Keith returned. “So you did know her?”
“Yes...she was so beautiful...oh my god, I cannot believe this”, Mick was outright crying now and Keith took some more sips of his cola in order to give him a moment to calm down again.
“Will you be alright to continue, Mick?”, he asked after a while as the other was wiping away his tears with a paper handkerchief and looked at Keith almost surprised after what he just said.
“You didn't call me Brendan”, he got out, his voice still thick with tears.
“Well...Mick's your real name”, Keith said, naturally.
“I just...I'm not used to…”, he started sobbing again. Keith sighed and stepped a little closer, reaching out a hand awkwardly, but stopping short before he could touch Mick's bare shoulder in a consoling gesture. Mick noticed and pushed himself up off the armrest, stumbling into Keith, who reflexively caught him before he could trip and so Mick ended up leaning against him, clinging onto the lapels of his open coat, while Keith awkwardly stood there, not sure where to put his arms.
After a short while, Mick had calmed down again, breathing evenly and let go of his coat.
“Are you okay to go on with some more questions?”, Keith asked carefully, as Mick was still standing really closely, brushing his tears away with a hand.
“What happened to Cassie?”, he asked.
“I cannot name any details”, Keith explained.
“Did she die quickly?”
“A pathologist will have to examine her to determine that”, he meant and Mick only nodded.
“Do I need to be afraid?”, he asked and actually looked alarmed.
“Of what?”
“That whoever did that to Cassie could come back? And could hurt or kill more of us?”, he wondered, pulling at the end of his boa again.
“I honestly cannot tell you this. But chances for it being a serial killer are slimmer than for it being any other motive”, Keith meant honestly.
“Well, you know what would make me feel a little safer? If you stayed with me tonight”, Mick replied, apparently in his flirty mood yet again.
“I cannot do that”, Keith just gave back, wondering how the other man could go from being sad and shocked about a friend being killed to making a turn on him again in the matter of minutes.
“Why not? You're not married”, Mick said, looking at Keith's ringless hand.
“I’ve got more interrogations to lead”, he simply meant, clearing his throat.
“You aren’t even done questioning me”, Mick threw in.
“Because you keep distracting all the time”, Keith tried to reason.
“Oh, is that so? Am I distracting you?”, Mick was using that suggestive tone once more.
“No, that's not what I meant”, he quickly said, sounding rather frustrated.
“You're so handsome, you know that?”, Mick asked him, smiling sweetly.
“I'm not a homosexual, you know that?”, Keith gave back, angrily glaring at him. Why couldn't he just stop being so seductive?
“I never said that.”
“Then stop your whole...whatever you’re doing here”, Keith said, gesturing vaguely.
“Why? You don't like it? Or you do like it...but don't know how to handle it?”, he smirked at him, almost knowingly and Keith grew increasingly angry, but he just didn’t know what to reply to that. He'd never admit to anybody that Mick, with his pretty face, and full lips, and his bold seduction was in fact turning him on.
“You look tired...a little distraction won't hurt, I promise”, Mick purred and scooted even closer, pressing the palm of his hand against Keith's crotch.
“Take your hands away from me”, Keith growled, but not pushing him away. He hadn't been touched like that by anyone in months and it felt too damn good, even if Mick was a guy. He was torn between feeling ashamed for being so needy and just wanting to lean into Mick's touch, demanding more.
“Come on, darling. I can see you like that”, Mick returned, not stepping away, but rather pushing Keith back onto the desk and stepping in between his legs.
“Leave me alone”, he got out in a weak attempt to stop what was happening. He knew exactly that he shouldn't do this. It was wrong on so many levels. But he was so touch-starved and lonely and his blood was starting to rush into his groins, leaving him light headed.
“The door's open...you could have left minutes ago. Yet...you’re still here, not even trying to push me away. What does this tell me?”
Keith didn't have an answer to that. Other than that Mick was mesmerizing. He swallowed heavily, panicking a little, while fishing for anything reasonable to say. But there was nothing. He wasn't gay, he had only ever been with women, so why did Mick make him all weak and desperate? He hadn't slept with anybody in at least three months and he was really lonely and overworked, but was this an excuse to fall for the cheap seduction of a male hooker?
“Do you want me?”, Mick whispered, pressing his hand against Keith's bulge once more, which made his breath quicken. “I think you want me…”
“What do you want to do, darling? You want me to give you head?”
“No…”, Keith shook his head vigorously, desperately trying not to think about how Mick's full lips would feel like on that sensitive skin. He knew this was the worst idea he ever had and he should get out of here as soon as possible, but he couldn't get himself to move. Mick was beautiful and stunning and he just couldn't rip himself away. It was like he'd cast a spell on him. But he also was a possible witness in a murder case, a little voice at the back of his head kept reminding him. Keith wasn't as ethical and morally correct as Murphy. He was ready to play it a little dirty if it meant getting closer to the goal. He still always kept within the bounds of the law and would never do illegal shit like taking hush-money or something alike. Sleeping with a hooker while on the job wasn't the gentleman way of doing things, but while undercover he'd done it before. Only that it were women.
“What then?”, Mick went on in that low voice, pushing Keith's coat off his shoulders, before starting to unbutton his shirt.
“Do you want to fuck me?”, he whispered in Keith's ear, pressing his thigh between his legs, making him moan.
“Damn…”, he groaned, balling his hands into fists. Why was Mick being so irresistible?
“You want to fuck me”, Mick repeated, his smirk almost audible and Keith could sense Mick getting harder in his skintight leather pants.
“Come on, handsome”, Mick took his hands and pulled him up, just to lead him over to the bed and pushed Keith down on it, before straddling his lap.
“You can touch me, you know?”, he meant as he wrapped his arms around Keith's neck and started to press kisses to his jawline. Keith made a sound between moaning and growling and then grabbed Mick by his hips, pulling him closer so that he eventually fell down on his back and Mick leaned over him, continuing to unbutton his shirt.
“God, you’re so hot…”, Mick sighed, as he helped Keith out of his shirt and examined his bare upper body. It made Keith blush visibly because he'd never heard that before from a guy.
Mick continued to press sweet kisses onto his chest and collarbones, nibbing a little at some sensitive spots and making Keith crane his head back. All the while he opened his belt and the zipper of Keith's trousers, brushing against his underpants and finding him hard already. Keith groaned at the light touch and struggled to kick his trousers away, before pulling Mick close and spinning them around so that he could lean on top of him. He started to pull away the pink boa, some heavy bruising appearing underneath. He knew he probably should ask him what happened, but he couldn't think clearly anymore. Mick was just so beautiful and he wanted him badly.
“What is it, darling?”, Mick asked as Keith just sat back onto his hips, not doing anything.
“I...I haven't…”, he stammered, blushing and averting his gaze.
“You haven't fucked a guy yet, I know…”, Mick said with a grin. “Just get me out of these damn pants first, okay? Then we'll see further”, he winked at him. Keith sat up a little, there wasn't a button or a zipper to open, so he just began wriggling them down a bit, which proved tough since they were so tight. He wasn't surprised at all to find out Mick wasn't wearing anything underneath, but he wasn't prepared for how hot and arousing this sight was. As he pulled his pants further down, he could clearly see how hard and bothered Mick already was as he slowly emerged gradually from under the much too tight fabrics. It almost made Keith feel dizzy seeing him like that and he couldn't tell when he last longed for someone that much, as he felt himself getting even more turned on as well. When he'd finally freed Mick of these way too tight trousers, he quickly got rid of his own underpants, before searching Mick’s eyes, looking at him a bit uncertain.
“How do you like it?”, he dared to ask, blushing a little. But he'd never done that before and he needed to know. He didn't just want to assume. Also he didn't want to hurt him, Mick might be a hooker, but he was a human being and not just something to fuck.
“How do you like it?”, Mick repeated his question with a grin and Keith blushed even more.
“I mean...how do you...usually…”, he stammered, feeling somewhat lost.
“Well...a lot of clients just...take me from behind...if you’re into that”, Mick said, pulling Keith down to him and started sucking on his neck while he slid a hand between their bodies and wrapped it around him, teasing his tip a little, which made Keith buck his hips.
“But you don't enjoy that?”, he breathed out between a stifled moan as Mick kept up his teasing.
“I like it better...when I...I can see your face and kiss you”, Mick admitted and for the first time this evening, he sounded almost shy. Keith smiled at him a little before Mick leaned up to capture his mouth in a passionate kiss. His lips felt incredibly soft and Keith returned the kiss hungrily, as their bodies kept rocking against each other.
“Let me just...get some lube”, Mick breathed heavily as they parted after a while and he reached over to the tube on the nightstand, pressing a little onto the palm of his hand. He then massaged a little of it onto Keith, which made him exhale hot moans and then used the rest to prepare himself. When he was done, he wrapped his legs around Keith's hips, pulling him down for another longing kiss. Keith kissed him back demandingly, adjusting his position and then slowly started to slip inside Mick, making both of them groan in pleasure.
“Okay?”, he asked, mouth close to Mick's ear, carefully sliding into him further as Mick just nodded and wrapped his arms around his neck tighter.
“Okay”, he breathed out after another moment. “Just take me”, he added and it almost sounded pleading, before Keith started rocking against him, thrusting into him in a slow pace, trying to figure out how it felt best for both of them.
“Oh damn…”, Mick breathed out, all worked up already as Keith apparently started hitting the right spots and started going a little faster. He hadn't known how much be needed this until he was fucking Mick, had never even thought about doing this to another man, but it made him feel incredible and he wanted it so badly. It wasn't better or worse than with a woman, just different, and he greatly enjoyed making Mick moan and almost plead for more. As he felt like he was getting close, he wrapped his hand around Mick, teasing and rubbing him, while he continued to thrust into him. Like this, Mick finished off first, digging his nails into Keith’s back, while throwing his head back in pleasure. Seeing him like this, Keith didn’t take much longer either. He came hard, stifling his moan by gently biting down on Mick's shoulder. Shaking and panting, he felt Mick still contracting around him and then collapsed halfway on top of him. He kept waiting a few moments until he finally stopped trembling and then carefully pulled out of Mick. Keith was gasping for air, overwhelmed by his feelings and he buried his face in Mick's neck.
“Did you like it, darling?”, Mick wanted to know after a while, tangling a hand in Keith's messed-up hair.
“I need to leave”, he only heard himself saying, the bliss fading away, making room for clear thoughts again. Truth was, that he'd enjoyed this more than he'd ever dare to admit and at the same time he felt like it was the worst possible thing he ever could have done. Mick was a witness, probably, he couldn't just go around like that, compromising their investigations just because he didn't get a good fuck in some while.
“Keith…”, Mick started, trying to stretch his arm out and touch him, but Keith just pulled away and got up.
“No”, he simply returned not wanting any backtalk. He took one of the paper towels from Mick's nightstand and cleaned himself up a little.
“Just let me say something?”, Mick meanwhile pleaded.
“You got ‘til I'm dressed”, he meant, slipping his trousers on.
“I just...I wanted to thank you...that's all”, Mick admitted coyly. “I enjoyed this...a lot…”
“I need to get going”, Keith just returned, buttoning up his shirt.
“Can I see you again?”
“I need to investigate in a murder case here...surely you'll see me around”, he answered like he didn't know what Mick actually meant as he put his coat on.
“No, I meant...will we do this again?”, Mick dared to ask.
Instead of replying, Keith grabbed his wallet from his pocket and pulled out more than three times as much money that he'd give to any other prostitute.
“I don't want your money”, Mick said, looking somewhat disappointed. “Please...keep it. Don't ruin what you made me feel like by offering me money now.”
“Whatever…”, Keith mumbled, pushing the bills back into his wallet. “I've got stuff to do. Goodnight, Mick”, he added before just leaving without a second look.
Just as he was outside on the floor, seeing the forensics team leaving the crime scene, it became apparent to him, that he’d need to see Mick again and finish the interrogation. He had barely got anything from him so far because he was a needy idiot. Keith wanted to either punch himself or find the next best bottle of whiskey. Since he couldn't do any of that right now, he pulled out his cigarettes and lighted one.
“Hey, buddy!”, Murphy called over to him from one of the rooms he'd just left. “Any good info yet?”
“No...let's continue tomorrow, I need to get some sleep…”, Keith simply replied without looking at his partner. “I'm taking the subway home”, he added, before just strutting down the stairs without as much as a goodbye.