Beautiful Obsession

Veil of Trust

Andy approached Brooke, who was in the midst of a one-sided conversation with a bundle of fur and energy that refused to focus on the task at hand. "Bandit," Brooke admonished gently, his tone a mix of amusement and exasperation, "be a good boy for daddy and go potty, please." Bandit, far from discouraged by the scolding, seemed to find even more vigor for his quest, his tailless butt wiggling enthusiastically as he resumed his diligent exploration of the grass.

"He’s cute," Andy remarked, drawing closer, his presence instantly capturing Bandit’s attention and further diverting him from his mission.

Brooke sighed, turning to face Andy, his expression softening at the sight of him. "How's Devon?" he inquired, the concern in his voice evident.

"Awake," Andy replied, bending down to give Bandit some affection, which only seemed to energize the dog further. "He's playing it off like it's no big deal."

Brooke's mouth twitched in a half-smile, tinged with worry. "With Devon's background, I guess he's built to downplay such things. But it doesn’t make it any less serious."

"Yeah," Andy said, rising to his feet as Bandit, finally deciding on a spot, scampered off to attend to his delayed business. "You know, it's weird. Devon's always been there, like this unshakeable presence. Up until now, it felt like we were living in some kind of bubble. Nothing really bad could touch us." He paused, the reality of their situation settling in. "Guess we were wrong."

Once Bandit had dutifully completed his late-night mission, Andy and Brooke headed towards the parking lot, where Brooke's car was parked under the soft glow of the street lamps. It was a dark blue sports car, its sleek lines belying the fact that it was a model well within a detective's budget. The car wasn't ostentatious, but it had a subtle charm and a hint of aspiration, much like Brooke himself. It was clear he took pride in it, the vehicle meticulously maintained and polished to a shine.

"Could you take me to my hotel?" Andy asked, a slight hesitation in his voice as he admired the car, trying to momentarily distract himself from the weight of his thoughts. "I... I just can't go back in there tonight."

"Of course, Andy. Let's get you there," Brooke responded, unlocking the car with a beep that seemed to punctuate the night air.

Before they could get into the car, Brooke motioned towards a figure standing discreetly under the soft glow of a nearby streetlamp. Andy recognized him as one of the bodyguards assigned for their protection, a necessary shadow in their turbulent world.

"Everything clear?" Brooke asked the bodyguard, his tone professional, yet carrying an undercurrent of genuine concern.

The bodyguard, recognizing Brooke's authoritative stance, nodded. "All clear for now. No unusual activity spotted.”

Brooke's nod was one of approval, but he added, "Stay sharp. We're heading to Andy's hotel next. Follow at a distance, and let me know immediately if you notice anything out of the ordinary."

It was a nod to the bodyguards training that he didn’t bristle at Brooke’s commands instead he nodded in acknowledgment, his demeanor reflecting the seriousness of his duty. Andy, standing by Brooke's side, felt a surge of reassurance, appreciating the layers of safety woven around them.

"Thanks," Brooke said, clapping the bodyguard on the shoulder with a friendly firmness before turning back to Andy with a reassuring smile. "Just making sure we're all set. Better safe than sorry, right?"

With a shared understanding, they turned back to the car, Brooke's gesture reinforcing the care and vigilance he extended towards those he valued.

They slid into the comfortable seats, the interior of the car wrapping around them like a cocoon of safety and intimacy. Brooke's choice in vehicles, practical yet with a touch of elegance, seemed to echo his approach to life—grounded but not without dreams.

As Brooke started the engine, the car purred to life, a soft rumble that filled the silent gap between them. The dark blue exterior merged with the night as they drove, the city lights casting fleeting reflections on its surface. Brooke’s hand found its way to Andy’s thigh, a gesture that spoke volumes in the quiet of the car, offering comfort and sparking a tumult of emotions within Andy.

Brooke’s hand found Andy’s thigh not long after they started driving, a gesture of comfort meant to bridge the gap between them. Andy appreciated the intent, the warmth of the touch sparking a longing within him he was afraid to acknowledge. The mix of desire and guilt created a tumultuous storm within Andy's heart.

"Devon... he’s been through more than I can truly grasp, hasn't he?" Andy finally let out the thought that had been circling his mind like a persistent shadow.

Brooke offered a sympathetic glance, his understanding deepened by what he had learned from his background check on Devon. "Yes, his service records are impressive; he's seen a lot of action. Multiple tours, high-stress operations—it's a lot for anyone to carry." Brooke’s tone held a note of respect mixed with concern. "But having friends like you, who genuinely care, makes a world of difference. Remember, Andy, finding moments of happiness doesn't take away from your concern for Devon. If anything, it's a testament to the strength of your bond."

Andy absorbed Brooke’s words, the layers of guilt slowly peeling away, though not entirely vanishing. He was caught in a battle between his innate need for connection and the guilt that clouded his judgment—guilt for seeking personal solace while a friend lay in a hospital bed, fighting his own battles.

"The thing is," Andy continued, "I only know parts of what Devon's been through. He doesn't talk about it much. It's like, until now, I didn't fully realize the weight he's been carrying."

"It's common among veterans," Brooke offered, his voice gentle. "The things they’ve experienced often stay with them, shaping how they interact with the world. Devon’s protective instincts, his reaction at the concert, it’s all part of that. But knowing he has people who care about him, who see him as more than just his past or his duty, that’s invaluable."

Andy felt a slow warmth spread through him, a mix of appreciation for Brooke's insight and a renewed sense of resolve. Brooke was right. Their shared concern for Devon didn’t have to be a source of sorrow; it could also be a foundation for their own connection, a way to navigate through the darkness together.

The atmosphere between Andy and Brooke grew charged as they stepped out of the car and made their way to the hotel elevator. The weight of their conversation about Devon had forged a connection, a bridge built on shared concern and understanding. Yet, as the elevator doors closed, Andy found himself caught in a torrent of sudden nervousness, a whirlwind of anticipation and anxiety that Brooke seemed unaware of.

Brooke, still processing their deep conversation, missed the shift in Andy's demeanor. He was about to comment on the strength of their bond when Andy, propelled by a mix of emotions he couldn't fully articulate, closed the gap between them. He pressed Brooke against the elevator wall, his lips finding Brooke's in a sudden, intense kiss that left no room for words.

Taken aback, Brooke's initial surprise melted into a complex cocktail of desire and nervousness. As they broke away, breathless, the unspoken realities of their lives hovered between them, palpable in the silent air. Brooke was suddenly vulnerable, acutely aware of the need to share his truth with Andy.

"Andy, wait," Brooke managed, his voice a mix of caution and yearning. "There's something about me you should know—I'm trans."

Andy stepped back, the intensity of the moment giving way to understanding. "You’re still the man for me."

Andy's acceptance of Brooke's revelation seemed to envelop the room in a new layer of trust and intimacy. Just as they were navigating this newfound closeness, the elevator chimed, signaling their arrival at Andy's floor. The doors slid open to reveal the bodyguard standing there, his presence a silent testament to the complex world they inhabited.

The bodyguard gave them a nod, his expression neutral yet vigilant, a professional façade that barely concealed his surprise at finding them together in such a charged moment. He stepped aside to let them pass, his gaze flicking away to give them a semblance of privacy in the open hallway.

Brooke, momentarily caught off guard by the bodyguard's sudden appearance, composed himself quickly. The layers of his life, both personal and professional, were colliding in unexpected ways. He gave Andy a look that mingled apology with a hint of defiance—a silent communication that, regardless of circumstances, his feelings were unwavering.

Brooke paused at the entrance to Andy's suite, his demeanor shifting into one of heightened alertness. “Wait here,” he says gently unholstering his gun, a silent testament to the seriousness with which he took their security. Andy watched, a mix of apprehension and admiration in his eyes, as Brooke entered the suite alone.

Inside, Brooke's movements were swift and methodical. He first checked the kitchenette, its compact space quickly cleared. Then, he moved to the bathroom, opening the shower curtain and checking behind the door with practiced ease.

The suite boasted two bedrooms, and Brooke approached each with the same thoroughness. In the first bedroom, he checked the closet and under the bed, his eyes scanning for anything out of place. The second bedroom received the same careful inspection, Brooke's professionalism evident in every move.

Once satisfied that every corner of the suite—from the kitchenette to the bedrooms and bathroom—was secure and their privacy uncompromised, Brooke holstered his gun with a quiet click. He returned to the suite's entrance, opening the door wider to signal to Andy that it was safe to enter.

With the door closed behind them and the bodyguard manning the hallway, Andy and Brooke’s lips crashed together. Clothes couldn’t be removed fast enough as they made their way to the bedroom. Andy striped away Brooke’s boxers, pushing the man onto the bed.

“Hell, you’re beautiful,” Andy said huskily as he stroked himself.

Brooke’s hooded eyes raked the Rock Star’s body. “Andy please,” he begged not knowing exactly what he was begging for.

Andy’s signature smile spread across his face as he climbed on the bed between Brooke’s legs, “I’ve gotta taste you.”

Before Brooke could respond, Andy’s tongue wrapped around his d**k, dipping into his folds, and lapping up his essence. In that moment, Brooke felt truly excepted. Andy with no hesitation took what he wanted.

“f**k, babe. Suck on my c**k,” he cried as Andy continued. Howls tore from his chest, Andy’s fingers found his already slopping wet entrance and slid right in.

Andy glanced at his lover, “is this okay?”

With no words, Brooke nodded. Andy’s mouth found it’s way all over Brooke’s body, sucking love bites along his chest and neck.

Andy’s whispered worshiping continued for so long, Brooke had lost track of how many times he’d crescendoed. His head rocked back and forth as Andy’s tongue made love to Brooke’s nether regions.

Brooke whined when the heat of Andy’s tongue disappeared, “hold on, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” Clearly Andy was in his element. Here in this room it was just the two of them, their problems stopped at the door.

Andy’s sheathed c**k entered Brooke in one thrust, hitting areas inside Brooke that he never new existed. “f**k,” he cried out.

Pausing over him Andy looked down at him in concern.

Brooke lifted his hand placing it on Andy’s cheek, he’d never felt so connected to anyone in his life and he’d only known this man for a few days. “I’m good, please f**k me.”

Andy’s mouth connected with Brooke’s as he slammed into Brooke at a grueling pace. Their tongues dueled and their hands explored connecting them together in the throes of passion.

“Please,” Brooke begged between breathes, although he had no idea what he was begging for.

When the pair finally fell over the edge they were both a sweaty mess, Andy stayed inside of Brooke until he softened. He tossed the used condom towards the trash can and pulled Brooke into his arms. It was his turn to comfort the detective. They both feel asleep to Andy’s whispered words.