Encounter
by elfin


Robbie smiled his thanks when James placed a pint and a whiskey chaser down onto the table in front of him, returning to the bar to pick up his own before sliding into the seat opposite.

The booth made it feel like they were in their own little world.  Not something too many pubs had nowadays.  Too open, some of these modern bars.  The Wharf had always understood its clientele's need for privacy.

"Thanks."

"Ney problem.  So, how was your first day at Maryhill?"

Robbie shrugged, but his expression showed the surprise he'd felt at leaving work happier than he'd arrived.  "All right, actually.  People seem nice.  There's a female DS who could be a bit of a struggle, but might be worth it.  I've got my own DS who's as wet as a fish but I think we're gonna get on."

James swallowed his own amber shot before taking a long swig of beer.  "Met the boss yet?"

"Nah.  He was out all day investigating a murder at the barracks."

"What's his name?"

"DCI Michael Jardine.  Bit of a tight-arse they say."

Considering this, James leaned in closer.  "I've never fucked a 'Michael'."

Robbie frowned.  "I have."

James was taken about.  "You never told me," he complained in his best 'offended queen' tone.

"It was just a one night thing.  Just sex."  

"That's what all gay men do.  They just have sex.  If they end up just having sex with the same person more than once, they might consider it a relationship."

Robbie rolled his eyes.  "This was definitely just sex.  It started here in fact."  

The Wharf was one of those rare places where gays, bi-sexuals and straight men could drink together in peace.  A sign - one hand held palm-out - was enough to cut a potential pass off in its tracks, if a man so wished.  It was an unwritten rule that everyone usually bided by.

Robbie had fallen quiet.

"Well?" James was pushing for more information.  "I want all the details.  When was this?"

"Years ago!  Four or five years, easy.  I was still a DS at Glenside.  It was just one night, like any other.  I was in here with Billy, just talking.  I was about to call it a night.  I remember just turning around, and he was standing there.  Just beautiful.  Slim, boyish good looks, blond hair that looked as if it would feel like silk, and as nervous as hell."

James smiled knowingly.  "Heaven on earth?"

"Couldn't keep my eyes off him."

"It wasn't your eyes I was wondering about."




Robbie excused himself from Billy's company, missing his friend's expression as he approached the newcomer like a hungry predator.

"Hey," Robbie flashed his friendliest smile.  "Can I buy you a drink?"

He'd half-expected to be brushed off.  But large blue eyes locked with Robbie's own and the stranger nodded.  "Thanks."




"He wasn't what I'd expected at all."

"Not the wilting flower you thought you'd spotted?"

"Not in the least."

"Disappointed?"

Robbie shook his head slowly, a sly smile touching his lips.  "Oh, no."




They sat opposite one another in a booth against the wall.  "You've never done this before?"

Leaning on the table, arms crossed, untouched whiskey double in one hand, Michael moved his head, left to right.  "It's taken me six months to pluck up the courage to come here."

"Definitely not 'out' then?"

" To be honest, I've got no idea if I'm even in."

"Now that's a pity."

Instead of the shy reaction Robbie thought he might get, Michael laughed.  "That's a come-on if ever I heard one."

"Of course it is!"





James smiled proudly.  "As forward as ever."

"Shut up," Robbie countered.  He finished his pint.  "Another?"

Carrying all four glasses in both hands, Robbie put them on the table and sat back down.

"So come on, spill!  Why so pushy with him?  You're usually more patient, certainly more cautious."

"Simple, I wanted him."

"I see."

Robbie recognised the tone.  "Don't get bitchy with me.  You should have seen him, Jay."

"So, what happened?"




Robbie felt the whisper of a touch along his fingers.  "Do we have to sit here all night?"

"God, no.  But Michael, listen... if you're not sure...."

The slim mouth turned up in an ironic smile.  "Changing your mind about me?"

"Not a chance."


In the dim light in the entrance hall of Robbie's flat, Robbie wrapped his arms around Michael's waist and finally tasted the mouth he'd been glancing at all night.

He tasted as sweet as he looked, and Robbie took what he could get greedily.  Pulling him closer with one arm, he freed his other one and combed spread fingers through Michael's hair.

Robbie was hard just from the feel of the stranger under his hands.

Michael's tongue stroked over Robbie's, luxurious wet caresses that were beginning to fray the edges of the man's control.

Pulling back, Robbie took a deep breath.  "Let's go to bed where I can eat you alive."


Skin against sweat-damp skin, Michael's lips seared their mark on Robbie's chest and stomach.  Robbie fought for control of his own senses, and finally won them over.  Capturing Michael's mouth under his own, he insinuated one leg between Michael's knees and shifted until he was on top.

Michael moaned softly, fingers carding through Robbie's hair as the other man moved over his body, kissing and nipping, pausing to suck hard on each nipple before continuing down until he had the head of Michael's cock sliding teasingly between his lips.

"Rob...."

At the sound of his name breathed in a soul-deep tone of need, Robbie deep-throated his lover.  Michael yelled hard and came.  Robbie didn't stop, demanding everything the other had to give before he softened.  Even then, Robbie took a few moments carefully playing with the limp cock in his mouth before releasing it.

Michael had collapsed back onto the pillows, breath coming in short pants, eyes closed.

Trailing the tip of his tongue over Michael's hip, up over the side of his ribcage, across his shoulder to the base of his throat, Robbie finally kissed him deeply on the lips, letting him taste himself.

"Is it all right if I...."  He didn't need to finish the sentence.  Michael was nodding, turning over on to his back.

Touched by the simple trust, Robbie reached for the lube he kept in the bedside drawer and rubbed a generous amount on his own aching erection before kneeling between Michael's finely toned thighs.

Whatever the man did all day, he didn't just sit around in an office in front of a computer.  He kept active, and it showed.

Pushing his thumbs into the muscles on either side, Robbie massaged him slowly, sensuously, making his way lazily to the crease between the top of Michael's thighs and his firm buttocks.

Michael shuddered gently as Robbie pushed one thumb between his cheeks while using his other hand to press down in a continuing massage of one side of his ass.

Leaning down, he kissed both cheeks while he found the tight ring of his lover's anus and pressed his thumb inside.

Michael released a long groan, not of pain but of need.  

How long he'd been wanting this, desiring it and yet been too scared to ask for it, too scared to find someone to give him what he craved, Robbie didn't want to know.  He just wanted to make it great, to show Michael that it wasn't anything to be scared or ashamed of.

Joining his index finger with his thumb, Robbie opened Michael slowly, relaxing him, stroking his prostate, making him jump with the pleasurable shocks.  When he finally straddled his lover's thighs and pressed the blunt head of his cock through the stretched muscle, there was no sign from Michael that he was in pain.

All the way inside, surrounded by tight heat and hearing nothing but the thundering of his own heart and the quiet pleas of the man under him, Robbie lay on Michael's back for a short time.  He lapped at the heated skin, ran his fingers through the damp, silken hair, until a rough command escaped Michael's lips.

"Stop torturing me, Rob, please!  I need this, I need you....  It's too good."

"Never too good."  Pushing up on his hands, Robbie started to ease out until just the head of his cock was inside Michael's ass.  Then in one smooth movement, he thrust back in.  Without stopping, he turned it into a rhythm, fast approaching his own climax, unable to bare the exquisite tightness for long.

"Robbie!"  Without warning, Michael came a second time.  His orgasm racked through his body, clenching every muscle.

The sudden squeezing of his lover's anus around the length of his cock as he slid inside triggered Robbie's climax and he bathed Michael's insides with his semen, feeling his orgasm slam through him with more force than he could remember it doing before.

It was a few minutes before either man shifted.  Robbie tried to move, but Michael's arm came back, hand pressing to his hip.  "Stay, please."

Smiling to himself in utter adoration of this man, Robbie pushed on arm underneath Michael's belly and held his lover close as he rolled them onto their sides.  As Michael had asked, he stayed inside the flaming hot body he'd just fucked.  Despite the softening of his cock, Michael's tight muscle held him inside just for a little while.

"No such thing as too good," Robbie murmured, kissing the back of Michael's neck gently, seconds before he fell asleep.




Drowning his third whiskey, Robbie sighed softly then looked up to meet James' surprised look.  "What?"

"I don't think I've ever heard you talk about one your conquests with such... tenderness before."  There was concern in his voice.

"Mike wasn't a conquest.  He was... he was something else.  And like I said, it was years ago.  I never saw him again after he left in the early hours of the morning.  I don't know who he was, I'll probably never know."

But James was still regarding him suspiciously.  "You felt something for him though?  More than you usually feel, with men or women."

"Don't be daft."  Robbie could hear the defensive tone creeping into his own voice.  "He was just a one-night stand.  He's probably shacked up with a wife and two kids now."

James picked up his pint.  "And if he wasn't?"

"I've told you before, if I ever settle down, it'll be with a woman, not a guy.  Not even him."

* * *

Robbie sauntered into the CID offices of Maryhill police station the next day.

"Morning."

Jackie and Stuart were already half way down their first mugs of coffee.  At least, Robbie hoped they were their first mugs.  He couldn't face the thought of having to get out of bed any earlier.  

Pouring himself one and sitting down behind his desk, he opened the newspaper he'd picked up on his way in.

He was almost at the sports pages when a near by door opened, and a voice said, "Jackie, can I have a word?"

Robbie's head snapped up, his stomach threatening to return his coffee to the mug at the sound of that never-forgotten voice.

At the same time, the man now standing in the doorway to Jardine's office, turned to look at his new DI.

Michael's eyes widened, and he gripped the doorframe hard.  "DI... Ross?"

Robbie nodded slowly, trying to hide the sudden chaos of his thoughts.  "DCI Jardine."  With a tremendous effort, acutely aware of the trained eyes upon them, Robbie got up, walked around his desk and shook Michael's hand firmly.  "It's great to finally meet you."

With his back now to Jackie, and his expression hidden from Stuart, Robbie let his long-held affection and happiness to see Michael shine in his eyes, hoped it was obviously in his face.

Robbie remembered the big blue eyes that were now staring at him with fear, suspicion, and just a little joy.

"I hope you'll enjoy working here."  Michael uttered the words without really thinking about what he was saying.  "Why don't you... and I have a chat?  I can explain how things are done around here."

Smiling broadly, Robbie nodded.  "Aye, that'd be great."  He stepped passed Michael into the private office.

Michael at least had the presence of mind to remember what he'd come out for.  "Jackie, could you and Stuart get down to the barracks?  Find out all you can about what's going on there."  It was vague, but for the life of him he couldn't even remember the name of the dead man, never mind any of the other soldiers involved in the current case.


When Michael closed his door, Jackie glanced at Stuart.  "What was all that about?"

Stuart smiled, but he kept what he'd seen to himself.  "I think there might be some tension between them," he suggested with a shrug.


Leaning back against the door of his office, Michael's gaze locked with Robbie's.

"You didn't call," Robbie started off-handed.  But Michael didn't rise to the bait.  Just stood there silently.  Robbie could practically see the cogs working.  "I'm not gonna say anythin' to anyone," he assured.

Still, Michael seemed lost in thought.

Robbie endured the silence.  Michael had definitely put on weight, he'd lost the slightly boyish awkwardness, having aged the last few years into a good-looking man.  His hair, Robbie suspected, had just been cut.  

'I wonder if I can persuade him to keep it longer?'  As the thought entered his mind, he banished it.

"Someone once told me," Michael finally started, "that if a man has sex with another man more than once, it's considered a relationship."

Robbie felt a sudden surge of anger and jealousy.  James!  The bastard!  "That's bollocks.  They have to sleep together at least five or six times before any self-respecting man would call it a relationship."

Michael smiled.  "That's a relief."

He pushed away from the door, leaving Robbie more than a little confused.  "Why's that?"

But Michael just shook his head and sat down behind his desk.  When he next spoke, he was all-business.

* * *

It was later that night when Robbie pushed open the door of The Wharf and crossed the wooden floor to the bar.  He was after James.  When he saw him, he was planning on punching the man's lights out before leaving again.

Leaning on the bar, he ordered a whiskey.

"And a mineral water, please."

Turning, Robbie smiled when he saw Michael leaning on the bar next to him, shoulder touching his own.

"Mineral water?" was his only greeting.  

Michael nodded.  "I went T-Total."

"God, Mike....  You're not celibate as well, are you?"

They took their drinks to the same booth they'd sat at so many years before.  "How did you know I'd be here?" Robbie asked curiously.

"I followed you from the station."  Robbie almost fell for it.  "I guessed.  Or... I hoped."  Michael sipped his mineral water.  "I wasn't sure," he finally admitted.  "But... I've never forgotten about that night.  I've never denied it to myself, but I've never been with another man since."

"You're kidding me?  Why not?  Was I that bad I put you off for life?"

Michael chuckled.  "No.  The opposite in fact.  I'd never felt so close to anyone.  It was frightening.  I wanted to see you again, but at the same time I had so many fixed ideas about gay men."  His smile faded.  "I didn't think you'd want to see me.  And I couldn't face the rejection.  So I just never came back."

"For six years?"

He shrugged.  "In the end, it was habit.  I've dated women, even proposed to someone but got turned down flat.  You were my first and my last."

Robbie drank half his whiskey.  "I came back here almost every night for a month hoping I'd see you again.  When you didn't show... I tried not to take it personally and got on with my life."

There was a long pause.

"And now we're working together," Michael stated finally.

"Aye."  Taking a deep breath, Robbie added, "I guess that precludes us from having any kind of shared, off-duty... interests?"

Michael seemed to think about it.  "Oh, I don't know.  I mean, as long as it is off-duty, and we're discrete...."

Robbie wanted to lean over, wrap his hand around the back of Michael's head and bury his tongue in the other man's mouth.  But from the look in Michael's dilating eyes, the other man wanted to do something much more likely to get them arrested.

A few minutes later, they left the pub together.  Outside, Robbie turned to the man who he knew was going to become his lover.  He opened his mouth to speak, but in the darkness of the small car park, Michael leaned in and kissed him before he could say a word.

As he was released, Robbie laughed.  "Do Jackie and Stuart know you can be like this?"

"You're joking?  They think I'm a straight-laced puritan."  Michael opened the driver's door of his car, watching Robbie do the same.  "I'd like it to stay that way."

"Absolutely fine by me.  My place?"

Michael nodded.  "No speeding."

"Don't worry, it'll take all my concentration to keep my dick out of the way of the steering wheel."


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