Date: Mon, 17 Sep 2001 07:07:45 EDT
From: MychaelMartell@aol.com
Subject: Love Groove Pt. 9

LOVE GROOVE

by Mychael Martell

Chapter 9



       Lt. Dennis and Sgt. Jones arrived at the home of Jerome Browne and
after knocking on the door they found that no one was home. Both detectives
considered walking into the place, ala OJ Simpson, but decided that they
would use different methods. They decided that they would have an unmarked
unit watch the house after all, it could actually be that Jerome Browne was
in danger himself. After the unmarked unit arrived both Jones and Dennis
returned to the station and after clearing a few things and making the
watch commander aware that they were to be called about anything concerning
the Romero or Khalil cases. Jones and Dennis then said good night to each
other and went their seperate ways.

       Lieutenant Richard James Dennis lived in a comfortable three bedroom
house in the Valley. He bought the house because it was close to work and
the neighborhood was kind of nice considering there was a lack of people of
African decent. A veteran of the force of many years, a father of two, a
son named Christopher and a daughter named Sarah. He was a good cop, a good
father and a good spouse.
       As he walked into the house he could smell the welcomed aroma of
fried chicken and as he walked into the kitchen he found a note on the
kitchen table and he noticed that a plate of food was being kept warm in
the oven. Richard read the note and as he did a smile crawled across his
face.

             Dear Richard,

                   I know you had a hard day at work. I tried to stay up
but I was just too tired. Your dinner is in the oven and I love you very
much. See you in bed..soon!

				Love, Miles

       Richard removed the warm dinner from the oven and then went into the
refrigerator and pulled out his favorite drink, Dr. Pepper, and then he
went into the living room to sit in his comfortable and favorite easy chair
recliner with the remote control holder on the arm. He flipped on the TV
set and surfed until he found HBO and he began to eat his meal and watching
the re-runs of this weeks episode of OZ. He found OZ amusing and
entertaining though it lacked any realism. He had worked as a correctional
officer before becoming a police man and later a detective and of all the
jobs he had being a correctional officer was the toughest. On the streets
you had a gun and backup if the situation got bad and even a partner and if
push came to shove a place to run and regroup but not in prison. In prison
you were usually locked in with the inmates and very much outnumbered and
the inmates spent time building their bodies until they were just one
walking muscular form of termination and destruction. If they ever got the
mind to really get together they could take over the prison whenever they
wanted. In his mind the fear of working on the street was no match for
working in prison. But those days were now gone and he was happy with what
he was doing now.
       For some reason he turned the channel and he was glad he did. The
aryan visage of the nighttime anchor for the local news was on and behind
him was video file footage of the Wilshire Plaza. Richard sat up and
increased the volume to hear.
             "We have confirmed accounts that the victim of this brutal
murder is African American recording star Khalil, who is also a nominee for
this years Grammys. Police are currently investigating but so far there are
no leads nor suspects at this time."
       Richard switched channels as he cursed, "I'LL BE GOD DAMNED!!!!" He
was about to pick up the phone when it rang. He knew who it had to be.
             "LT!!! Did you see the fucking news?" Jones exclaimed.
             "I just saw it. It's un-fucking-believable. How in the hell
could they have known about any of this so damn fast?"
             "You think those guys the clerk told us about had anything to
do with this?" Jones asked.
             "Hell the damn clerk could have said something. Hell, there is
nothing we can do about it now accept get ready for a shit load of
questions from the higher ups. They are gonna want a solution to this and
they are going to want it yesterday."
             "I hear that. Then I will see you at the office in the
morning."
             "Bright and early, sarge. Bright and early." Richard said
hanging up the phone. He didn't hear anyone enter the room so when he heard
a yawn he was startled. He turned to see Miles, his lover for ten years,
standing in the living room wearing a black tank top t-shirt and black silk
boxers. Miles was just too sexy and handsome for words. Miles was 35 years
old, 8 years his junior. He had long black hair and a thin mustache and the
sexiest smile that Richard had ever seen. Miles was from Brooklyn New York
but had come to the coast ten years ago to work to start his own fashion
design firm. Designs By Dion, Miles' last name, became a hit and he was
doing very good and had several stores throughout the greater Los Angeles
area. Miles was African American but his complexion was what Richard's
grandfather would have called "Light bright and damn near white". Brothers
like Miles would have been accused of trying to "pass" back in the day but
Miles was far from trying to pass. He was the most Afro-centric brother
that Richard had ever met or been involved with.
             "Baby, did I wake you up?" Richard asked.
       Miles yawned again and wiped his sleep filled eyes. "Naw, but the
phone did. Was that Cleo Jones calling?"
       Richard put his food on the table next to his chair and waved Miles
over. Miles walked over and nestled onto Richard's lap and cuddled and
snuggled against his broad chest.
             "Yes, that was your buddy, Cleo Jones. He was telling me about
the news and the case we are working on." Richard said as he caressed Miles
thick black hair.
             "Anybody famous?" Miles asked sleepily into Richard's chest.
             "Actually, yes." Richard answered as he kissed the top of
Miles' head.
             "Really? Who?" Miles asked excitedly though he was still
cuddled in Richard's arms.
             "Ever hear of Khalil?" Richard began.
             "Yeah. The brotha has a bomb album. He's been nominated for a
Grammy this year."
             "Well, if he wins he won't be there to accept it...unless he
can come back from the dead."
       Miles looked up, "Khalil? He's dead? Baby, what happened?"
             "That's what Jonesy and I are trying to figure out. I do know
this. The person that killed him was also the same person fucking him."
       Miles squealed and laughed. "I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT! I knew that
brotha was in the life. There was no way that he could be straight and
sound and look the way he does...I mean...did. So who killed him?"
            " I wish I knew. We have one suspect that we are looking at."
             "Really? Anyone I know?"
       Richard looked at Miles and then kissed him passionately on the
lips. Miles accepted the kiss and opened his lips as Richard's tongue
entered his mouth and performed a sensual dance with his own tongue and
when the kiss ended they were both breathless and excited.
             "Enough shop talk. I have missed you all day and I have been
waiting to get you in my arms and hold you."
             "Why officer, I do believe this is some type of police
harassment." Miles cooed as Richard kissed his neck.
             "Of the high and aggravated nature. I believe I will need to
take you in and perform a full body cavity search on you."
             "OOOH Dick-tective...dick-tect me." Miles sighed as Richard
lifted him up and carried him back into the bedroom.

       RJ had been trying Jerome's number for an hour and all he was
getting was the answering machine. He had paged him and got no answer and
the cellphone calls were going unanswered. He knew he should be mad, upset
and angry. He knew he should stop calling but there was something that said
that something was wrong. He was falling in love with Jerome Browne and he
just wanted to know what was going on. He just wanted to know if Jerome
felt the same or if he didn't so that he could get over it and move
on. Something wasn't right and he felt it. He couldn't explain it but he
knew something was up.
       RJ sat down and mindlessly looked at the TV while he thought about
the first time he and Jerome had gotten together. It was in his office and
they got their freak on real good. After that it had a whirlwind of
emotions and spending time together and passionate sex. It was great. It
was wonderful and he missed it...he missed Jerome. RJ had not been paying
any attention to the TV until a picture of Khalil appeared on the TV screen
and the anchor mentioned that he had been murdered. RJ's heart went cold as
ice.
       MY GOD, he thought. Did Lawrence Duke catch Khalil and Jerome
together? Did he kill them both? No...they were only talking about
Khalil...no suspects so far. Something wasn't right. If Khalil was dead?
Where was Jerome? Fear gripped RJ like it had never done before. He tried
Jerome's number again and after getting the machine again he decided that
he had one choice. It was time to pay him a visit.

       Jerome felt like he was in prison. They had wheeled away from his
place with him laying on the floor of the Escalade with a blanket covering
him and TaMeka, the thug princess, Mohammed and Tee all armed to the teeth
and ready for trouble. They had been telling Jerome all about what was
going on and what they were going to do. They were going to keep him in
hiding while they went out to find who did this and clear his name. When he
complained that he had enough money to hire the best attorneys and private
investigators money could buy.
             "Brotha Jerome, you have lost your mind. To the white man you
are just a nigger with money and your money is not long enough or strong
enough to beat the white man's green." Mohammed said.
             "Man, you don't know what your saying." Jerome said.
             "No, my brotha, you are the one in need of knowledge. Don't
you remember what happened to brotha OJ and Brotha Rodney? If brotha Tee,
Sistah Meeka and I don't get to the bottom of this you, my brotha will be
on trial for murder and you will be going down hard."
       They had arrived at Mohammed's place, a huge and secluded house
surrounded by woods and unless you knew where you were going you couldn't
find the house off the road. Tee stayed with Jerome while TaMeka and
Mohammed left the Escalade to check out the area and the house, just in
case. Jerome looked at Tee, who was looking out the window with his hand on
his gun. For as long as he'd known Tee, Tee was always taking care of
him. There were times when Tee saved his ass more than once. He didn't know
what he would do if he didnt have Tee in his life.
             '"Whatcha staring at?" Tee asked.
       Jerome hadn't realized that Tee had been looking back at
him. "What?"
             "I asked whatcha staring at me for?" Tee asked with a smile.
             "Oh..yeah, I was just thinking?" Jerome said.
             "Yeah? Bout what?"
             "Bout you and me." Jerome found himself saying.
             "Yeah? Well...ummm...You know we dawgs and all but I don't
think you and I can even flow like that."
             "WHAT!" Jerome exclaimed. His expression changed when he heard
Tee laughing.
             "Gotcha!" Tee laughed.
             "Punk!" Jerome snapped back.
             "You too my brotha. You too."
       Jerome smiled. "Hey Tee...ummm....thanks, man."
             "Thanks? For what?" Tee asked
             "For taking care of things." Jerome said.
             "Man, I'm gonna make sure you are ok."
             "I know Tee. That's what I mean. Thanks..I mean not for just
whatcha doing now but I mean what you have done for me all these years. You
have always been there for me when no else was there I could always rely on
you. You protect me, you take care of me, you tell me when I'm right...."
             "And when your ass is wrong." Tee interrupted.
             "Damn! You got to be the rudest nigga walkin today. Can't a
brotha finish?"
             "Sorry, Rome. Go ahead"
             "I just wanted to tell you that...damn..." Jerome turned his
head away to wipe away a tear. Tee put his hand on Jerome's shoulder.
             "Sup man?"
             "I just wanted to let you know that...that I love you, man and
that I owe you everything that I am and will ever be. I wish I could be
like you, Big Tee."
       Tee smiled and squeezed Jerome's shoulder. "Hey man, that's what
brothers are for. You my brother and ain't nothin gonna happen to you while
Big Tee is around. Not now,not ever."
       Jerome gave Tee and deep and strong hug. "Thanks man. Thank you for
being my friend and brother."
       The door of the Escalade opened and TaMeka was there with her gold
tooth smile and her cackling laugh. "Sorry to interrupt yo tenda moment but
Mo said c'mon in but don't get comfortable cause when Big Lenny calls we
out."

       RJ arrived at Brownestone, Jerome's mansion estate. The gate was
opened and as he drove up he could see that there were some lights on in
some areas of the house. He knocked on the door and waited before knocking
again. He was about to walk away when he remembered he had a key. Jerome
had given it to him but he had never used it. Well, he would now. RJ
inserted his key and walked in.

       The unmarked patrol car had been sent to watch the house and were
instructed to contact HQ if anyone showed up. When the car that RJ was
driving turned into the drive way the two officers watched closely and when
he got out, knocked on the door and then went in they figured that this was
important and they called the station.

       Richard had his eyes closed. He loved the feel of Miles' hot, wet
mouth and full juicy lips wrapped his throbbing hard dick. He let go of the
beautiful face and reached down seeking Miles' nipples. Finding them, he
began squeezing and mauling them, pinching them hard. With his dick well
and truly enveloped by his lover's mouth, Richard left off stroking Miles'
face and began pinching his nipples. Miles muttered a protest of some sort
from around his mouthful of dick. Richard paid no attention, his fingers
caressing and pinching alternately.
       He twiddled his fingers over the sensitive nubs, listening with
pleasure to Miles' louder moans.His fingers lightly stroked over his ribs
making the ticklish Miles twitch and squirm.
       Miles carefully closed his lips around Richard's hard dick and
applied suction in his mouth. Richard groaned and thrust harder. Miles
opened his mouth as wide as he could. Richard left off toying with his
nipples, and, gently holding his face between his hands, fucked that hot
mouth with a steady, rhythmic motion.
       His balls slapped against Miles' chin. Miles could feel the growing
harder and Richard's dick seemed to swell up between his lips. Miles got
ready to swallow a mouthful of cum.
       Miles squirmed under Richard. Richard felt his balls drawing up and
felt the first jolt of ejaculation hit his body. Miles pulled back just in
enough time for the hot cum to hit his face and lips and cheek. Richard
groaned and twitched as he allowed his dick to be drained. He sighed as
Miles laid next to him with his own raging hard dick.
       Richard gaze wandered down the length of Miles' beautiful body and
paused thoughfully on his hard dick.
             "Aw, baby, you didn't come," he said. Miles closed his eyes
and then moaned as he felt Richard's hand grip his dick with that velvet
vise like grip he loved. "Allow me to return the favor."
       Richard tightened his fingers around Miles' dick and began
tugging. Miles came in a surprisingly short time, drenching Richard's hand
and sheets with a wave of cum. It flowed out over Richard's hand.
       Richard padded into the master bathroom and returned with two warm
towels and cleaned them both up. Miles snuggled into Richard's arms and
yawned.
             "Sleepy?" he asked.
             "Yes," Miles answered.
             "Me too." Richard said.
             "Richard, I love you." Miles said as he drifted off to sleep.
             "I love you too." Richard said as he too drifted off to sleep.

       When the phone rang Richard knew he had been to sleep for a few
minutes but it was two hours. When he grabbed the phone he didn't look at
the caller ID, he didn't need to once he heard the voice on the other end.
             "Lt. Dennis, this is Sgt. Parker at the front desk. Car 123
has a hit on your stake out."
          Richard leaped out of bed. "Call Sgt. Jones and have him meet me
there."