The Agent
Okay, there I was. Still waiting. That Standish guy wasn't there yet and we were supposed to meet ten minutes earlier. What kind of name is Ezra anyway? Ezra, Ezra Standish. Huh, sounds funny.
I looked up as a car came but it just kept going. Damn. I kicked a rock and went back to picking that scab I found behind my ear that morning. Yeah I know disgusting but, I was
bored.
I got so focused on the scab that I didn't notice a car pull up. Not very brilliant considering it coulda been someone who wanted to kill me, but I'm still here. I looked up when I heard a car door close and wow. I mean with a name like that I thought he'd be one of those guys with their glasses attached to one of those string things around their neck and carrying a briefcase around everywhere they went. Well I was wrong, this guy looked like he was a male model. His suit and even sunglasses looked expensive.
"Detective Kowalski?" He asked as he took off his sunglasses. His eyes were green, very green. Green means go but I couldn't do that. Instead I tried to talk, "yeah, that's me."
"Special Agent Ezra Standish," he showed me his badge and after I had done the same (can't be too careful), he held out his hand and I took it. "I was sent here in regards
to information you have on the Browning case?"
"Yeah, right." The next fifteen or so minutes I told him everything that I had gotten on the case.
During the drive back to the station, all I could think about was him. I was acting like a fucking school girl, but I couldn't help it. Oh well, not like he was a horrible
thing to think about. Nope, beats thinking about work, life, Fraser... Okay, enough of that.
After telling Welsh about the meeting with the ATF agent I went to my desk and for once I didn't expect Fraser to be there. It only took three months. Three months of
always expecting him to be sitting in that chair by my desk or in the car, ready to tell me some Inuit story.
But I'm over it. He's in Canada with Vecchio and I'm here. Alone. But I'm over it, 'cuz I got closure. No, maybe I don't have closure but I'm still over it.
The phone rings and after thinking that it'd be funny if it was Fraser because I just told myself I had closure, I picked it up. Well it wasn't Fraser, it was Standish. I
almost fell outta my chair.
"Detective Kowalski I was wondering, since you are the only person I know in Chicago, if you could accompany me tonight. Show me the sights..."
"Yeah, sure Agent Standish. I'll pick you up at about five-thirty, after my shift. Where are staying?"
"The Park Plaza, room 256 and it's Ezra."
Wow, first name basis already, "Ray."
"Well Ray, I'll see you at five-thirty."
"Yeah, five-thirty."
Holy shit, what was that? Was I just asked out? I think I was. I have a date tonight. This time I did fall outta my chair.
The rest of the evening went smoothly. We went to a Chinese restaurant that me and Fraser used to go to a lot. But it was cool, I didn't feel weird or anything. And I
didn't wish Fraser was there, that's a plus. After we ate we drove around, not really going anywhere, until we ended up at his hotel.
"Would you like to come up for a drink?"
Shit yes!
"Hey, why not."
We were in the elevator, not talking and it was creeping me out. Walked down the hall, turned the corner, walked some more, stopped at the door, opened it, and went through. The door closed with a click and when I turned around he was all over me.
I couldn't believe what was happening. I was being kissed by Ezra and oh, what a kiss. After a minute of shock I started to kiss back. Ya know, I wondered what he would
taste like and now that I know, I think I could get addicted to it. With his hands running across my chest I barely registered his mouth leaving mine and moving down my chin.
All thoughts fled my mind as he bit the side of my neck then soothed it with his tongue.
Then it clued in that, somehow, I didn't have a shirt anymore. So I untucked his and started unbuttoning it (fumbling's more like it), cuz do unto others as they have done unto you. Is that right? Oh who cares, his fucking tongue's in my belly button. He started undoing my jeans and before I knew what was happening my cock was engulfed by his
mouth. I let out a groan as he ran his teeth along the length of it and I almost screamed as he pulled away. He kissed me hard as we walked backwards.
The back of my knees hit the bed and I let myself fall backwards, taking him with me. We managed to get the rest of our clothes off and that first touch of skin against skin,
nothing in the way, was greatness. Perfect, absolutely wonderful.
His fingers were in my ass and I didn't think I could take anymore.
"Fuck me. Now!" I growled at him.
He looked at me with those incredible green eyes and started coating his cock with lube. Where it came from I didn't know, but what I did know is that he was going too
fucking slow. So I told him that and he smiled and positioned himself.
And then he was in all the way and it was fucking greatness. His thrusts started slow and got faster. He grabbed my cock and started pumping in time to his thrusts. He hit
that spot and I'm came, with him right after me.
I barely noticed that he got up and he came back with a wet cloth and cleaned us up. I smiled as he kissed me and fell asleep.
The ringing of the phone woke me up, and looking beside me, I didn't think Ezra was going to answer it. Reaching over I grabbed it and the movement got no reaction whatsoever from Sleeping Beauty there. If I couldn't see his chest moving I would've thought he was dead.
"Yeah," I said, checking the time. Eight o'clock, way to fucking early. No one was even talking on the other side. "Hello?"
"Uh, I must have the wrong room, sorry."
It all came out in a rush and I could barely understand what this guy said, I mean I was still half asleep. "Well, who are you looking for?"
"An Agent Ezra Standish, but..."
"This is his room, though ya might wanna leave a message cuz he's sleeping and I don't think a bomb going off would wake 'im."
The guy laughed nervously and said, "Yeah, that's Ezra. I just wanted to make sure in time for his flight at nine-thirty."
"And you are...?"
"His boss. And you would be...?"
"A friend. I'll make sure he's on that plane."
I hung up the phone and laughed at what just happened there. Obviously his boss wasn't expecting a guy, of all people, to be answering his Agent's phone at eight in the
morning. Looking back at Ezra I think I could have a lot of fun waking him up and I think I know just the way to do it.
I left the airport after dropping Ezra off. I'd only been with the guy one night, but damn I wished he didn't have to go. Well I'd just gotten over Fraser and now I'd have
to get over him. Crap. Somehow I didn't think it's going to be easy.