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Remy & Lightening: The Big Easy
By R.A. Swain
Remy looked across his desk at Lightening, the district attorney of New Orleans. It was late, well after 2am, on a misty,muggy, summer night. "Hey, Lightening. How come they call you that?" He asked, shifting in his seat.
"You'll never know, McSwain," the district attorney answered, as he shuffled some papers. "Man, it is hot in here." He had already taken off his jacket, rolled up his shirtsleeves, and loosened his tie and two collar buttons. A small patch of blond hair peaked over the third button.
"Come on, Lightening, tell me about your nickname," Remy pressed. It had been a long day working on a case that wouldn't do much for either man's career. He had taken off his shirt and was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt, and chinos. He'd kicked off his loafers hours ago and propped his light brown socked feet up on his desk.
"Why?" Lightening asked.
Remy shrugged. "I'm just tryin' to be neighborly. You don't like me much, do you?"
Lightening put down the file he was working on, ran a hand through his short cropped blond hair and looked across the desk at Remy. "I don't like or dislike you. I work with you. Should I have any other feelings for you, it would be inappropriate for a district attorney."
"Aw hell, Lightening," Remy swore. "Can't you lighten up just a little. I like you. Even though most of the guys say you're a stuck up yuppie wannabe, I think you've got a okay side to ya."
Lightening leaned back in his chair. "Do the officers you work with really think I'm a yuppie wannabe?"
Remy smiled. "That's the nicest thing some have said."
Lightening looked hurt, but quickly shrugged it off. "I can be just as relaxed as the next guy. It's just this job. Being district attorney is not something for a man in my position to take lightly," he said. He took note of Remy's feet propped up on the desk. He kicked his shoes off and matched Remy's position, propping his own feet up.
"So, come on, tell me, why do they call you Lightening?" Remy asked again.
Lightening leaned forward again. "It sure is hot in here." He looked down at the stack of papers on the desk.
"If you're hot take that tie and shirt off," Remy suggested.
Lightening looked around the empty squad room. Budget cutbacks had left them alone and short handed on night shifts. "I can't do that. How would it look if someone walked in and found the district attorney sitting here bare chested?"
"Suit yourself," Remy said, leaning forward and peeling off his t-shirt, revealing a muscular chest covered in fine dark hair.
"McSwain, what do you think you're doing?" Lightening asked.
"Coolin' off. And stop callin' me McSwain. It reminds me of my third grade teacher, Miss Pritchard. She was always callin' me McSwain. My name's Remy." He stood up and walked around the desk to Lightening's side. "It sure is a lot cooler already."
Lightening glanced up at Remy and back at the paperwork in front of him. His eyes strayed back to the fine hairs on Remy's stomach. "It feels warmer in here to me."
Remy sat in the suspects chair by the side of the desk. "It's only you and me. Get comfortable, Lightening."
Lightening glanced around the empty squad room again, and then back at Remy's challenging eyes. He began undoing the third fourth and fifth buttons of his shirt, tugging it from his sweaty chest. He too revealed a muscular chest. Only his was covered with thick blond hair.
"Better?"
Remy eyed him. "Only if you're comfortable," he replied.
Lightening nodded. "I am, Remy."
Remy smiled at the use of his name. "So, now why do they call you Lightening?"
"All right. You win. If I tell you can we drop it and get some work done?"
"Okay."
"I've got a tattoo of a lightening bolt."
Remy smiled. "And here I thought it was because you was fast as lightening in the sack."
Lightening ignored the last remark. " Can we get down to work now?"
Remy stood up and started back around the desk. He stopped. "Were is it?"
"Where's what?" Lightening asked.
"You know, your tattoo?" Remy eyeballed his torso. "I don't see it."
"It's not some place you could see it." Lightening picked up a file and opened it.
"Lemme see it?"
"No way!"
"Aw, come on. I'll show you my gator, if you show me your lightening bolt."
"No."
Remy was quiet for a moment. "Where do you have this tattoo?" He asked after a moment.
Lightening threw down the file. "It's on my member, if you must know."
Remy burst into laughter. "No?! Really? Come on, show me?"
Lightening stood up. "I can't."
"Why not? We're both guys."
"You can't really notice it unless..."
"Unless what?"
"Unless I'm hard. Okay, I've said it. Now, can we please get back to work?" lightening reseated himself.
Remy looked across the desk. "Come on, Lightening, show it too me. I've just gotta see it," he said with a school boy quailty to his voice.
Lightening leaned back in his chair. "I ain't gonna whip my pecker out in the middle of the squad room for you to oggle. Besides, I doubt I can get it hard with another guy watchin'."
Remy stood up. "We can go into the interrogation room," he said.
Lightening looked at Remy's bare chest and noticed a slight bulge in his chinos. "Officer McSwain, if I indulge your little challenge here, will you remember I'm your boss, and do what I tell you to do?"
Remy nodded. Lightening stood up and followed Remy to the interrogation room. The overhead lights were brighter, and sweat glistened on both mens bare chests. Lightening closed the door and locked it. He stood in front of Remy and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned the button and pulled his zipper down. Next he stepped out of his suit pants and stood there in his light blue cotton boxer shorts. In one swift move he shed his shorts and stood completely naked. A hairy crotch surrounded a small penis.
"Officer, " he addressed Remy. "Get yourself naked."
Remy looked into his brown eyes and obeyed his command, shedding his chinos, revealing the absence of underwear. Both men, wearing only socks, stood facing each other. Remy grabbed his cock and began stroking it.
"Remy, I need some help gettin' myself goin', if you know what I mean," Lightening said. "Officer, help your district attorney. Get your mouth on my meat."
Remy fell to his knees and obliged his boss. His tongue licked the length of the shaft, which rapidly grew to three times its present size. Remy marveled at the softness of the skin, yet the firmness of the cock against his burning lips. He parted his lips and took the whole seven inches into his mouth, nuzzling his nose against the blond pubic hair of the district attorney.
Lightening moaned. "Oh, Remy. You're so good, man. Lick my balls."
Remy moved back from his position and paused. "I'll be damned! You do have a lightening bolt tattooed on your dick." Remy leaned in and began licking along the underside of his shaft to his furry balls; his hands kneading Lightening's firm ass. As he worked his tongue around the furry ball sack and moved his fingers into the hot area around Lightening's soft hot hole, Lightening guided Remy's head back. He looked down into his eyes and leaned down, their lips touching.
Remy greedily thrust his tongue into Lightening's willing mouth. When their lips parted Lightening opened his eyes. "I've just gotta have me some detective tail tonight. Officer, bend over that interrogation table. I wanna eat you hot ass, and then plow it," Lightening said.
Remy's eyes lit up. "Yes sir." He stood up and leaned across the table.
Lightening knelt behind Remy, spreading his ass cheeks with his hands, leaning in he began to tongue him around the puckered mound. Soon he was standing behind Remy. He spit into his hand and lubed his throbbing cock. Slowing rubbing the tip against Remy's begging hole he began to enter him. Remy moaned. Inch by inch he slid into the police detective, until their hairy balls were rubbing against each other.
Remy gripped the edge of the table as Lightening began thrusting faster, and reached under Remy to grip his growing cock. With each thrust, Lightening stroked Remy's steely cock. Faster and faster, until there balls were literally slapping against one another, they fucked.
"I'm gonna cum!" Lightening shouted. He thrust several more times, and pulled out, grasping his cock and shooting his creamy legal load across Remy's tight buttocks. Remy stood up and leaned his naked body back against Lightening's hairy torso.
Lightening wrapped his arms around Remy and then jerked him off, stroking his cock until it shot a load across the interrogation table. Remy slumped back down across the table, Lightening on top of him for a moment. When they regained their composure, Lightening stood up. "Ah, Remy, er, what we just did..."
"Was wonderful....." A voice clamoured over the intercom.
Lightening and Remy froze. Remy was the first to speak. "C.D. Is that you?" He looked at the two way mirror against the wall.
Both men had a look of terror in their eyes. They exchanged glances. "C. D. we can explain this," Remy said.
They heard the interrogation room door being unlocked and C.D. LeBeaux, Chief of New Orleans Police, Remy's uncle by marriage, and a big bear of a man, entered the room. "I can explain it too," he said.
To be continued.....