It seemed that their missing person, an ATF Group Supervisor named Christopher Larabee, from the Denver office, was quite an interesting man. He’d arrived in town on Sunday to attend a conference scheduled to begin Monday. Most of the hotel employees as well as the conference organizers and attendees hadn’t had much to report. Larabee left every morning at the same time, arrived at the conference center a few blocks away, then returned to the hotel once the conference was over for the day. He didn’t go out drinking with anyone that he’d met at the conference, nor did he go out with any of his acquaintances that were also attending the conference. When asked why, all Larabee had done was grin and reply that he had something better waiting back at his hotel. The only change in routine had been that morning, when Larabee had failed to show up for the last day of the conference. On the surface, this wouldn’t have been worrisome, it wasn't all that rare for conference attendees to bow out on the last day and go sightseeing, but Larabee had been scheduled to give a presentation that morning, and had, by all accounts, been looking forward to giving it. And so when noon had come and passed, the conference organizer had called the hotel, thinking that Larabee had fallen ill. When the hotel staff had ascertained that Larabee had left that morning as usual, the conference organizer then called in a missing person’s report on the man. Normally, their team wouldn’t have gotten something like this, at least not this early, but with Larabee being a Fed, it had fallen into their laps.
The team, minus Martin who was testifying in court all day, had scoured the hotel before splitting into two teams. Samantha and Vivian had gone to the conference center, calling in their reports, while Jack and Danny had remained at the hotel.
As they went over the phone records and charges made to Larabee’s room, they learned that Larabee placed a room service order each night around midnight, and it turned out that the same waiter delivered the meal to the room. Jack had given Danny the task of talking with the waiter, Ron Bradley, which meant sitting around with nothing to do until the young man arrived for his shift, as phone calls to Bradley's apartment had gone unanswered. Meanwhile, Jack had decided to phone Denver to let Larabee’s bosses know that he was officially missing and seeing if he could get any information on any old or current cases that Larabee had been working on.
At first, Danny had felt a bit pissed off over being deserted and left to twiddle his thumbs while Jack got the chance to find out more about their missing person, but once the waiter arrived, he’d quickly changed his mind. The young man was more than easy on the eyes, and he eyed Danny back, seemingly pleased at being noticed.
Danny's overt appraisal seemed to put Bradley at ease though, and he quickly opened up, admitting that the “something better” that Larabee had at the hotel was another man, and from Bradley’s accounts, this other man was not just good looking, but uninhibited and slightly wild, at least from what Bradley had seen while delivering the room service order each night. The highlight of each delivery was seeing what new and different things Larabee and his boy toy had found to do.
"So they kept on doing things while you were there?" Danny asked, feeling more than a bit of admiration for Larabee's daring and apparent ease at taking what he wanted, when he wanted. God, how many months had Danny spent wishing he could do just that with Martin? But Martin had never acknowledged his flirting or hints, and Danny had pretty much figured out that Martin wasn't interested in men. Didn't stop him from flirting with the guy, but at least now he knew that it wouldn't get him anywhere.
"Oh, yeah," Bradley replied with a salacious grin. "He'd leave the door ajar, then call me in when I knocked and had me set up the food while they kept at it. That first night…" Bradley shook his head as he shifted in his chair. "He was sitting in the arm chair, naked, and the other guy was on his knees, giving him a blow job. Mr. Larabee came while I was there, and he never even tried to hold back how much he was enjoying it. Then he got to his feet, ran his fingers through the other guy's hair and watched me finish setting out the food. He signed the tab and sent the guy to get his pants so he could tip me. That's when I got my first look at him, since he'd stayed on his knees and facing the chair until then."
Bradley smiled, "He was one sweet piece of ass, man. Hell, they both have great bodies, but I really like a guy who knows his place, you know what I mean?"
Danny couldn't agree out loud, but his cock was definitely agreeing with what Bradley was saying. He'd lost count of how many times he'd jerked off to the fantasy of Martin on his knees, willing to do anything and everything that Danny wanted. "So, this happened each night? He was with the same guy?"
Bradley nodded. "Same guy, but each night they'd be doing something different. Spankings, nipple clamps, a cock ring...one night I came in and he had the boy tied to the bed but good. Blindfolded, too. Last night was different. Instead of reaching for his wallet for a tip, he asked if I'd like to have his boy suck me off."
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Ron removed the cover from the second dish, letting the aroma of the lasagna into the room, mingling with the smell of sex that seemed to be ever present each night. The one nice thing about working as a room service waiter was that he got to see so many different kinds of people, and all kinds of different things. There'd been several times when he'd wished that he was one of the guests, and not just an observer, and this past week had been one of those times. Ron had left his shift each night to go home and jerk off with the image of that slut in his mind. Larabee was one lucky son-of-a-bitch.
Ron turned to face Larabee, holding out the bill for the man to sign. Larabee's boy was kneeling on the floor at Larabee's side, practically wrapped around the older man's leg. And naked, just as he was each and every time that Ron had delivered their food.
"You've been giving me excellent service, Ron," Larabee said as he handed the bill back, and Ron had to force himself to look away from the younger man and to Larabee.
"Thank you, sir. It's been a pleasure, I assure you."
Larabee slowly grinned as he looked Ron up and down, his gaze lingering on the bulge that Ron didn't even try to hide.
"I can see that. You know, I've been remiss as a customer, Ron. Each night I automatically give you money for a tip, but it seems to me that maybe I should have been offering you something else."
Larabee stepped back from his boy toy, and a touch on the younger man's shoulder brought the guy more fully to his knees, thighs spread apart and head bowed; a classic submissive pose that made Ron even harder. Was Mr. Larabee offering what he thought he was offering?
"He has a beautiful mouth, Ron," Larabee said as he stepped behind the kneeling man and ran his hand along the guy's jawline, slightly lifting the jaw so that the man was now facing forward. "A very talented mouth. I'd like to give you a choice, Ron. Money or his mouth."
Larabee's fingers slid into that mouth, and the kneeling man began to slowly suckle them. Ron knew that choosing the mouth could lose him his job, and even though it was so very tempting, he had enough self-control to say no and keep his job. And then the guy looked up at him, and Ron had to stifle a gasp as he found himself looking into the most expressive blue eyes he'd ever seen. Eyes that darkened as they stared at one another and that mouth just kept on sucking Larabee's fingers.
Ron nodded and he moved just enough to toss the bill onto the tray that rested on the dresser. He quickly unzipped his pants and lowered them and his shorts in one fluid motion, his hard cock springing free. His attention was so focused on watching the slut move forward on his knees that he had no idea what Larabee was doing or even where he was. All he knew was that those fingers were gone and that mouth was all his.
Warm fingers grasped the base of Ron's cock, holding it steady as an even warmer tongue began to lap at his cockhead. Jesus, but that felt good! As the slut kept teasing his cock, Ron ran his hands through the guy's hair, surprised at how soft the short strands felt. A haircut that short, he'd been expecting the hair to feel prickly, not soft, and Ron couldn't keep his fingers still as he smoothed them back over the guy's scalp.
Ron gasped out loud as the guy's mouth engulfed his cock head, surrounding it with that wet heat. Larabee came back into his field of vision, and Ron began to wonder where the man had gotten off to, but his train of thought came to a halt as the boy sucking his cock slid his mouth down Ron's entire length, easily taking him in. Larabee knelt behind the kneeling man, one hand caressing the guy's chest and playing with his taut nipples.
"I knew you'd like this," Larabee said against the toy's ear. "Sluts like you just can't be satisfied with just one cock, can you?"
The toy moaned, and the vibration of the sound went right through Ron's cock. And that's when he realized that Larabee's other hand was busy with the slut's ass.
Larabee looked up at Ron and smiled, and Ron found himself shivering at the predatory look he saw in those green eyes. "Fuck his mouth, Ron. Take him like the slut he is."
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"And the other man was okay with that?" Danny asked as he subtly shifted position in the chair. Being ticked off at being handed off to another man after being so accommodating to Larabee could be a reason to take revenge against the man.
"I guess so because he didn't hesitate when I accepted the offer. He seemed to enjoy it, even when Mr. Larabee insisted that I fuck his slut's face." Bradley grinned, "God, but there's just something about a guy when you're thrusting hard into his mouth and he's looking up at you, his eyes all dark and intense because he's getting off as much as you are, you know what I mean?"
The sound of someone clearing their throat made Danny look up, and he saw that Jack had walked up to the table at some point during Ron's story. Hopefully, the boss hadn't noticed how turned on this line of questioning was getting him. "Jack. This is Ron Bradley, the waiter who took the midnight order to Larabee's room each night. Mr. Bradley, this is Jack Malone, my boss."
Jack's eyebrows were raised as he nodded a greeting to Bradley, and Danny continued, "Mr. Bradley was just telling me about the man who was with Larabee each night."
"I see. And does this man have a name?" Jack asked, looking from Danny to Bradley and back again.
Bradley shook his head. "The only names I ever heard Larabee call him were slut and boy. And I never heard this guy talk, either. Unless moaning counts as talking," Bradley said, a leer on his face.
"Do you think you could recognize him?" Jack asked. "There's a chance that he might be a professional, and we might have a mug shot for him."
"Sure, I'd know him again if I ever saw him, even with clothes on," Bradley assured them. "But I don't think he was a hustler. We get all kinds of people at the hotel, and many of them call out for some action, both male and female. I've seen plenty of hustlers, and this guy didn't come across as one. For one thing, most of the people who hire one don't turn around and buy them something to eat. They get their rocks off, then kick them out. From what I've heard, this guy stayed all night, leaving sometime between 5 and 6 each morning. No," Bradley shook his head. "This guy might have been a slut, but he was no whore. He wasn't getting paid to do that stuff, he was doing it 'cause he wanted to do it."
Despite Jack's presence, Danny felt his cock twitch at that idea. He was beginning to hope that this interview was almost over, because if it wasn't then he was going to be in danger of coming in his pants, or embarrassing himself in some other way.
"While I appreciate your observations, I'd still like for you to come up to our offices tomorrow to take a look at some photographs. We should be able to get you a good selection to look at between now and say, ten in the morning?" Jack asked.
Bradley looked as if he wanted to argue, but he finally nodded. "I'll be losing sleep, but yeah, anything to help you find this guy. He was a pretty good tipper, and the shows weren't anything to sneeze at. Do you need me for anything else? I need to get ready for my shift."
"I don't have any more questions right now. If I think of some, I can ask you tomorrow," Danny said, and Jack nodded.
"Great. See ya." Bradley got to his feet and left, and Jack sat down.
"I spoke to a Vin Tanner in Larabee's office. He's his second-in-command, and he's having their team pull information on their most recent cases. He also filled me in that Larabee was with the Denver PD before joining the AFT, and that one of the reasons he left was because he'd been the target of death threats. An attempt was made on his life, and a bomb was planted in his car, but instead of getting him, they killed his wife and child."
"Jesus." Danny didn't know if he could go on with the same line of work if something like that ever happened to his family. Not that he was planning on having a family, at least not the traditional kind. Although, t was easy to imagine him and Martin living happily with littler versions of themselves running around the yard. Only Martin would also have to be gay for that dream to ever come true, and despite Danny's wishes and hopes to the contrary, the guy had an immutable heterosexuality about him that Danny couldn't ignore.
"Yeah. One of the other team members, a Buck Wilmington, was Larabee's partner back then, and he's heading over to the Denver PD to pull records on their cases. So, aside from this mystery sex partner, Larabee didn't have any contact with anyone else while here in New York?"
"Sam and Viv said that there were some people he knew at the conference, but he didn't hang around with them. He'd leave here, arrive there, attend sessions all day, then come back to the hotel and not leave again until the next morning. I'm thinking that maybe this other guy had a key to Larabee's room and let himself in."
"We need to find this mystery guy, Danny. See if they have security cameras in the elevators or lobby. If Bradley's information is correct, then we know that this guy left the hotel between 5 and 6 each morning, and I can't imagine the lobby being all that busy at that time. He should stand out."
"Right." Danny made a note of that, then realized that he hadn't gotten a description of the guy from Bradley, aside from the guy having blue eyes, and eye color didn't normally show up on the security feeds. Well, he could get a full description later, and it was something that could maybe wait until the morning. They weren't going to go knocking on doors if it got too late at night, and Danny had a feeling that by the time they went through enough tapes to figure out if someone was leaving the same time every morning, then it would be too late to go calling on him. Anyway, if Jack did want a description from Bradley, they knew where to find him before morning.
Jack got to his feet. "I'm going back to the office. Martin should be done with court by now and I'd like to fill him in on what we've got so far. I think I'll have him pull Larabee's financial and phone records."
"See you back at the office," Danny called after Jack. He then took a few deep breaths, getting his body under control. But damn if his mind didn't want to keep picturing Martin on his knees, his beautiful mouth getting slowly fucked while he looked up at Danny with those gorgeous blue eyes of his.
Part Two