Sunday, April 22, 2012

Kinky Kiss and Tell - Joe Peterson from The Deputy Joe Novels by James Buchanan


Today we're peaking in on a conversation that morphs into Deputy Joe Peterson being interviewed by Kabe.  

We’d gone down into Salt Lake City, Joe and I, to meet with this lawyer Joe found. Supposed to be really good. Just a consult to see if we might get my probation cut short. When we came in, the receptionist said Mr. Aaron Bulger, Esq. had been detained in court for a sentencing hearing. She set us up in a waiting room that looked like an upscale Western whore house and got me coffee and water for Joe. Then she told us she was headed out on lunch and if we needed anything to push the buzzer and one of the secretaries or paralegals would come out.
Of course, we got to sit a while. Bored. Bored. Bored. I thumbed through the magazine selections to try and take my mind of my stress. My choices were things like NewsWeek, National Geographic or Cosmo. Just for shits and grins I grabbed one of those sexed up, more ads than content, glossy rags. Maybe I could at least make fun of chicks who looked like the heroin addicts who hung out in the Mission district back in the City by the Bay. Seriously, ‘cause I wasn’t up to starving child soldiers or endangered rainforest cats right then.
I chose one with a candy coated cover featuring a model in not enough clothes and too much airbrushed makeup.  Flipped randomly through pages until I hit one of those quizzes: How What He Likes Tells You What He’s Like. Why not? “Hey, Joe,” I grabbed one of the freebee pens off the cup on the table, dropped my butt into a green leather wing chair and asked, “What’s your favorite ice-cream flavor?”
“What, Kabe?” Joe looked me like I’d been smoking crack. “You want ice-cream…right now?”
“Bored.” Holding one corner, I flipped the magazine in the air so that the paper rattled in the breeze. “Ice-cream flavor!”
He glared at me. I could eat those glares three times a day and still be hungry for more. “I don’t know.” Joe screwed up his face like he actually had to think about it.  “Vanilla.”
“Seriously.” Joe was so anything but vanilla. “Vanilla?” And I had to tease him because, you know, he had to think about answering vanilla as his favorite flavor of ice cream.
“Yeah.” He leaned up against the arm of a Victorian red-velvet couch, his leg just brushing up against mine. “What does it say?”
“Hmm,” I looked over the test results, “not flashy, all American, yeah that’s you and then some. Risk taker. Okay, not so sure about that.”
“Me?” He teased back, “Or that Vanilla is risky?”
“Both.” I shot back. “Okay, alright, yeah you do mountain climbing, you’re pretty fucking kinky…the rest of it though.”
Joe rolled his shoulders and one of his big country boy smiles took over his face. “I took a risk on you.” Smoke rolled through his voice and lit my senses up. “I risked my whole career for you.”
“Yeah.” Holy shit, he was hot. “Okay. Score one for you.” Wished we were home, back at our cabin outside of Panguitch and not some lawyer’s office in Salt Lake City.
“Your’s?” He settled down into the seat of the couch and bumped my knee with his. “What do you like?”
I didn’t even have to think too much on that. “I like sorbets more than ice cream.” Rolled through the various tastes, “berries, sweet/sour tastes. Just LIKE you.” I licked my lips.
“And?” Joe leaned in with the prompt, “what does that mean?”
I read through it a bit and condensed it down. “Health nut.”
He laughed in one of those healthy, deep laughs. “That fits.” I could taste the tease in his voice.
“Bite me.” I shot back. “Okay, next question…coffee or tea.” As I read it off I had to snort a bit. Shit, Joe didn’t ever drink either. “I got this.” I couldn’t stop laughing as I answered for him. “Neither! He’s Mormon. There’s no third option for like, I don’t know, lemonade, a glass of milk? Oh my fucking God, I can’t even score you on that.”
“Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain.” Joe snapped as he cast a quick glare around the room. “Need me to blister your butt to remind you of that?” I guess he wanted to make sure no one had snuck in without us noticing.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” Teased him with what we both liked. “Seriously, okay. I’m going more with coffee: black coffee. That whole religious thing just reads traditional. I think that’s what you’d drink if you drank the stuff.” Flipped through the pages to the answer section. “Let’s look at the results page.  Strong. Stern. Can be moody, yeah okay that is so true.” I got another glare from Joe. Pointed the magazine over at him and laughed. “Make my point for me there.” I continued reading. “Difficult but dependable. Stable where everyone goes to in times of need. Okay, and me, ‘cause I know you’ll ask.  Straight up espresso…hard bitten, leadership – maybe not that ‘cause I let you take the lead – but totally into the game in the sac.”
He rolled his eyes and leaned back into the couch. “You gonna keep reading that junk?”
“Lawyer’s not here yet. I can’t play Words With Friends twenty-four seven.” The food quiz already tired me. I tossed that magazine on the table and grabbed up another glossy rag. “Here’s another one.” Something about honesty with yourself to make things work. Yeah, right. Figured I could flip it around and screw with Joe some.
“Another one? Why don’t you read something worthwhile?” He waved towards the stack on the table. “Like that one over there.”
“You know what, I don’t really want to be depressed by reading about modern day slavery in Sub-Sahara Africa.” Looked at the cover, found the page number, and the flipped to the right section. Skimmed through the questions and chose one most likely to annoy him. “Alright what does your man do that is most annoying?”
Both eyebrows went up. “My man?” I got the cop stare down: the don’t-give-me-bullshit glare.
Wouldn’t give up half that easy. “Me.” Tapped my chest with the spine of the magazine. “What do I do that do that drives you nuts?”
He snorted. “What do you not do that doesn’t drive me nuts?” He crossed his arms over that big chest of his.
“Good thing I speak Joe ‘cause otherwise I’d never be unable to untangle that sentence.”
Took a few minutes before he answered, “That mouth of yours. That’s what annoys me.”
“I thought you liked my mouth.” Stuck my tongue between my teeth, just a bit, and tapped my upper lip with it.
“What you do with it,” he corrected, “not the filth that comes out of it.”
“Well, fuck you.” I kicked his shin with the toe of my shoe. “I’m not changing that.” Looked through the article and found another question worth answering. “What is your favorite thing about me?”
Joe shifted a little like I made him uncomfortable. “Those aren’t the questions in there.” His face tightened up, almost pouty, and he growled, “You just want an excuse to make me stroke you.”
Most of the time I didn’t need an excuse to get Joe to stroke me. Usually, I just have to give him a glance or touch his shoulder and he’s up for damn near anything I can think of. There wasn’t anyway that was happening for a least a few more hours. “Ahhh, just answer the question, Deputy.”
“You’re a brat.”
Like I didn’t know that. I cultivated that. “I am, but what’s your answer.” After all, both of us like me that way.
“That’s my answer.” Joe leaned over. Came close so he could whisper. “You’re a brat.” Then he grinned, all wicked. “Don’t. Ever. Stop.” The slow, deliberate way Joe said it, sent my blood rushing south.
As discreetly as I could, I move my hand down and shifted my dick over just a bit. “What, you don’t want me to do the ‘Yes, sir. No, sir,” routine.” I kept my voice down too. I mean, this was Utah. Not everyone tolerated guys like Joe and I. “Lick your boots. Grovel at your feet.” Beyond just being gay…the whole leather aspect of our relationship would go over like a lead balloon around here.
“Don’t you dare.” He smirked.
I hissed out the promise, “Never.” Okay, if we stayed that close, I was going to have to snog Joe witless. I rolled my shoulders and sat back in the chair. “What is my weirdest habit?”
“Weirdest?” Joe rocked back as well. “Weirdest, lets see. That thing you eat. You know the yogurt-barley-rice thing that you eat for breakfast, that smells like feet.” He screwed up his face all nasty…same way he did when I made it. “Actually, half that vegetarian junk you make me eat. That stuff is weird.”
“Pazhaya Sadam.” My grandparents fed me that when I was a kid. Dadaji called it peasant food…outta respect not disdain. “That’s not a habit.”
Joe’s sour face didn’t easy up much. “Since you keep eating it, yeah it’s a habit.”
Well that question didn’t lead us anywhere fun. Even killed my hard on. I searched until I found something that might be more amusing. “What my best sexual talent?”
Joe’s eyes went wide. “You’re going to ask that here?” He leaned forward and kinda peered down the hall towards the inner offices and then out towards the elevators. I guess he reassured himself that no one was around, because he licked his lips and looked all sheepish. “Ah, let’s see.” Red started to creep up the back of his neck and into the tips of his ears. He was so sexy like that. “You’re as flexible as a cat. You can take everything I give out.”
“And you give it good and hard.” I got up and sat next to him on the couch. I wanted to tease him but still played it safe. “Whip me. Beat me.” I teased quietly. Then I whispered in his ear. “Send me to heaven.”
Joe shuddered. “I promise, when we get home.” He swallowed hard.
No lawyer in sight, so I asked another question. “What is the craziest place you’ve had sex?”
“You’re not even looking at the magazine.” Joe chided. Still, he answered. “Like you don’t know.”
Actually, I didn’t. I wouldn’t consider any of the places we’d had sex – back of the truck, outside, kitchen floor – wild. “Hey we’ve gotten down in some pretty fun places. What do you consider the weirdest?”
“Well, let’s see.” He blew out a slow breath between his tense lips. “Ah, there was that time up on the cliff, you know. Couple hundred feet up and you got busy with your mouth.”
Okay, that did equate to freaky even on my scale. “That got pretty crazy.” Gave Joe a blow job while we’d been climbing. Clipped into our ropes, perched out on a ledge of rock hardly big enough to fit our feet without our toes hanging off the edge. The second time we ever had sex. The first time, the night before, Joe’d tied me up in the back of his truck. I knew then that I’d found myself one of those quiet on the outside but total freak underneath guys.
“We done with twenty questions?” He pushed on the side of my head with his fingers.
“No.” I had a wicked idea, you know, since I’d gotten him this far. “One more, last one.”
“Okay.” Looking all resigned, he kinda huffed it out. “I guess.”
“No bullshit.” Tried to be as serious as I could. “I ask it you have to answer.”
Joe shook his head. “Whatever.”
“Not whatever.” I scooted to the edge of the seat so I could turn back some and look direct into his eyes. “You’ll answer.”
“Get on with it.” He growled.
I licked my lips and then asked, “Do you love me?”
“Ahh…” Joe’s face went white. I could see his adam’s-apple bobbing in his throat. “Uh, well, ah.”
Oh my, God, I’d floored him. I leaned in, “Answer me.” And then I heard it behind me. I jumped up and turned. The elevator door opened and an older man in a dark suit rushed in.    
“I’m so sorry, I’m late. Kabe Varghese?” He held out his hand as he walked over.
“Yeah, that’s me.”
“Wonderful.” He started to walk off.  Joe scrambled off the couch and motioned me to move. “Just follow me to my office and we’ll get started –”
Damn, no answer…at least not today.

If you'd like to read more of Joe and Kabe's story you can visit the author at James-Buchanan.com, and you can purchase copies of the books at MLRBooks.com.

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6 comments:

  1. James,
    Thanks for coming by.Joe and Kabe sound very interesting, love the way you worked the interview into an actual scene so you actually told us about two characters not just one.

    Qwillia

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    1. I'm glad you liked it, it was fun playing with them like that. (sorry it took so long for me to swing around by here)

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  2. O_O Wow. Okay, that interview was hot. I want to read this book.

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    1. Good! There's two out there: Hard Fall and Spin Out. The third book should be out this fall.

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  3. Damn, leaving us hanging like that! :D

    Now you've made me want to go re-read Hard Fall, which ain't a bad thing.

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