A few minutes later Sanjay walked into the lane way.
“Long time no see.” He said as they kissed quickly.
“Yeah. How was the party?”
“Same old. I left before Sylvan could pressure me to help with the service. Feels like I haven’t slept for days.”
“I’m just finishing up here.”
“Anything I can give you hand with?” Sanjay started to roll one of the bins.
“As a matter of fact there is.” Dan grappled with Sanjay from behind and pulled him into the nook. He’d never had sex out there himself. What would that be like. How would it look on the monitors. He could star in his own moment.
“What the fuck.” Sanjay struggled to get away.
“It’s okay.” Dan unzipped Sanjay’s jeans and tried to get his cock out.
“It is not okay. Someone might see us.”
“Not here. Too dark.” He stepped into the darkest corner of the nook. “Can you see me?” Dan knew would be the best spot for the camera to catch any action. He undid his fly and let his erection catch the light.
“Sort of but … that’s not the point.” Sanjay stepped back and into the limited light. “What’s got into you?”
For the time they’d been together Dan had kept his lane way fascination a secret. There didn’t seem to be any of starting a conversation about it with anyone. He didn’t discuss it with his V-Files buddies. He saw no point. But now that he the chance to share it this way with Sanjay was too much for him to resist. He pulled Sanjay back into him and sank to knees. Sanjay pushed away.
“You been drinking or what?”
“No.” Dan said as he finally wrested Sanjay’s thick dick out of his underwear. He lunged forward and got in into his mouth. Was the light right? The angle. It better be for all the work his was doing to get this shot.
“Stop.” Sanjay shoved him hard into the wall. “This isn’t like you.” He shoved his cock back in his pants, did up the fly as he moved away from Dan.
“Sorry.” Dan stood doing up his own fly. A minute more and he would have shot off. “I was just happy to see you. Happy and horny.”
“I can tell.” Sanjay glanced around to see if anyone might have seen them.
They pushed the bins into the nook. Dan went back into the store to get his bike. He desperately wanted to check the security cameras to see what they picked up. He could access them when he got home.
He strapped his bike to the trunk rack and got in the car.
“Man what a day.” He said. “I’m surprised someone didn’t throw a vcr through the window. Even with the signs saying No VCR’s people insist on bringing them to trade in. They take it personally, as if I was telling they weren’t worth the money, not their tired old equipment. Funny how some people resent being told no.”
“Look, I’m sorry.” Sanjay patted Dan on the knee. “About back there. So you can stop yammering about nothing.”
“I wasn’t.”
“Dan, I know you well enough to know when you are talking around something rather than facing it. I didn’t mind really I didn’t. It was just a bit unexpected.”
“Another time maybe?” Dan said. He knew that the element of the unexpected was a big part for him in making it truly hot. Planning would spoil things too much.
“I doubt it. You know how I feel about …”
“Public displays of affection.”
“Honey that was no display of affection, that was damn near rape.”
“Can’t rape the willing.”
“Or the unwilling.” Sanjay pulled the car into their garage. He handed Dan a plastic bag with some take-out containers in it.
He glanced in the bag as he went into the house. “Chinese?”
“What passes for it anyway.” Sanjay followed him in. “You change and I’ll set the table.”
“Change?”
“You smell like an electronics factory.”
“You don’t like my robot lubricator scent?”
“No more than you do. Now git.”
“Yes, sir. I love it when you tell me what to do.” He took the stairs two at a time.
“Shower while you’re at it.” Sanjay called up to him.
“What about you?” He called back.
“Did that before I left the pie factory. Be quick so I can do some laundry.”
The water pressure in the house didn’t allow for shower and laundry at the same time.
When Dam came down Sanjay had set their dinner on the coffee table in the living room.
“Top Chef.” He said. “I have two episodes to catch up on. Start without me. I’ll be right back after I slip into some looser.”
Dan spooned shrimp fried rice, red gooey something done to chicken by a General and some ginger beef onto a plate.
Sanjay came back down in a tank top and sarong.
“Loose enough?” He asked as he sat down. He took the remote and turned on the TV, found the episodes of Top Chef and pressed play.
“You should try out for that.” Dan said.
“Not pretty enough.” Sanjay said.
“Doesn’t seem to matter much for this show. The gals can be a bit glam but the guys are truly ordinary. Even chunky.”
“You mean fat. Say it.”
“You know that’s what I mean. I mean hefty. Some of us prefer the hefty handful, as you well know.”
“Shh …” Sanjay glanced him.
Dan finished his plate of food, during the commercial break helped himself to another and got up from the couch. “I’ll leave you to it. I got work to check out anyway.”
“You’re worse than me for always having work to do. Another case?”
“No. Still doing my research on those missing kids.”
“Right.” The commercials were over. “See you in bed.”
Dan went to his desk. Turned on the store computer to see what the monitors might have picked up of his flirtation with with Sanjay. If there was anything he’d send to his personal computer. He’d learned years ago to keep his work computer free of personal files.
He reversed the feed to the approximate time. Yes, there they were. He glanced to make sure Sanjay hadn’t left Top Chef. It happened so quickly Dan had to watch it a few times to see what was happening. None of it was at the right angles for him to see what he longed to see. Sanjay’s cock going into his mouth for a moment. If he had been in the office at the time he could have moved the camera enough to get what he wants. Probably. Damn! What a wasted opportunity.
He set the feed back to the present time. There were some people in the laneway. Perfect timing. Again he checked to make sure Sanjay was still caught up in Top Chef.
It was two people. One was pushing a bundle buggy. The other opened the garbage bin and began rooting in it. Pickers. He was used to that activity. They’s have a field day with the trade in discards. He used to spend time sorting that stuff but when he noticed that it was all often gone by morning before the garbage trucks had been by he stopped being so thorough.
These two were pretty happy to find what was in the bins tonight. Now this was reality TV. No editing for drama. He shut the work computer off and turned on his personal one. His post on V-Files was still generating likes and looks. He watched it again. Not bad. He shut that computer off as well.
Enough is enough. He stretched and took his dirty dish to the kitchen. Sanjay came in just after him.
“The latino guy was sent packing. I’m not surprised though. Would think these guys had never watched Top Chef they keep making the same mistakes year after year.”
“I guess that’s part of the screening. Have you even seen Top Chef before?” he adopted a comic bass voice. “We have ways of making you cook.”
Sanjay laughed.
“I’m going to turn in.” Dan said. “Its been an exhausting day. An exhausting week in fact. Missing children, Cuppa threat, RCMP looking for clues, me looking at my past.”
“What about your past?”
“Stuff about when we moved here. The why. Stuff about Timmy Dunlop that I was too young to realize or understand I guess. Funny how childhood can be rewritten when new facts come to light.
“I thought Timmy visited me because he missed me but it was most likely to escape abuse in his own home. We just happened to offer safe shelter. And … ” he almost told Sanjay about the soft-core porn he’d found. He didn’t know what to make of that himself.
“And?”
“Nothing. Just thinking aloud. You coming up soon?”
“In a bit. I’m still unwinding.”
“By watching other chefs?”
“Yeah, not having to worry about supervise them is soothing for some reason. I’ll be up once my laundry is done.”
Dan yawned. He was falling asleep on his feet.
Dan woke to Sanjay muttering as he got into the bed.
“What is it.” Dan asked.
“You never put away after yourself.”
“What?”
“Your laundry was all over the laundry room. I had to fold it up and put it away before I could do my own.”
“Sorry.” Without opening his eyes he reached over to where Sanjay was. “I’ll do it the morning. Promise.” He drifted back to sleep.
He woken again sometime later to go the bathroom. Sanjay was no longer in the bed. In the dark he made his way to the washroom. He peeked into the other room and Sanjay was there reading a book in a dime light.
“Can’t sleep?” Dan sat on the edge of the bed.
“Guess not.” Sanjay looked up from his book.
“You still sore about before. In the lane way?”
Sanjay pulled Dan to him and pushed him onto the bed, kissing him.
“Stop.” Dan pulled away.
“Oh!” Sanjay stopped. “It is okay for you to … to ambush me in public but not okay for me to do the same in private.”
“I get your point. I said I was sorry. What more can I say.”
Sanjay pushed his blanket down.
“Say you want to suck this.” He pushed Dan’s head onto his cock.
Dan struggled to get away but couldn’t.
“Suck it. You know you want to?” Sanjay said. “Suck it.”
Dam opened his mouth and as he began to suck Sanjay pulled him away.
“That is how I felt. Violated. Did you think I would get off on being violated like that.”
“Sanjay, it’s not as if we were strangers. Not as if we have never had sex before. We’ve done it on the patio, in the car that time. Remember you pulled over so hot from that movie we’d seen. You had to get blown there and then.”
“That was different. In the car you had been touching me. You had started things, I merely let you have your way.”
“Okay I get it.” Dan started to stand.
Sanjay pulled him back to the bed.
“You starting something you want me to finish?” Dan pulled his t-shirt off over his head.
“No. I just wanted to kiss you good night.”
Sanjay kissed him lightly on the mouth and pushed him way from the bed.
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