Moments

Ajay Kavanagh short stories

by

Kracken

A collection of short, erotic, and day to day life stories in the Ajay Kavanagh world.

Story One: Tango

“I don't dance very well,” Ajay said nervously as he eyed the couples locked in close embraces, doing slow dances. The music was light, an instrumental that evoked romantic thoughts.

“I'm a good teacher,” Devon replied with a smile that conveyed that he was speaking about teaching more than dance steps.

Ajay blushed and covered it by taking a drink of his water. “We're here on business,” he tried.

Devon frowned, knowing it for the evasion that it was. “You did say that we shouldn't waste a five star time, after you asked the manager and the wait staff all of your investigative questions.”

Ajay stared down at his plate and the remains of his meal. The impulse had been fueled by the need to make up for their ruined dinner date, that had been interrupted by his own kidnapping. They hadn't managed to find the time to attempt it again. Another case had been dropped into Ajay's lap right after he had closed his last case. Devon had also managed to land a modeling job for a top artist. It had required long hours. They had been meeting only for breakfast and dinner for the last few weeks.

Confirming Ajay's client's story, by confirming that she had been dining with their suspect, would be the deciding factor in whether Ajay took the case. Her claim, that the man had decided to break into a nearby store and steal merchandise, for the thrill, was hard enough to believe, considering how wealthy the man was. Linking him to a string of robberies in the area, including her own home, after her date with the suspect, was, likewise, not a task that Ajay was willing to undertake lightly.

Spontaneity had never been Ajay's strong suit. Devon had been the one to suggest that he come along, as a cover, in case their suspect showed at the man's favorite restaurant while they were interviewing the staff. His uncharacteristic impulse to stay for dinner, had been fueled by Devon's wistful look at the other diners, the glittering richness of the restaurant, and the need to see Devon smile, to show the man how much he appreciated and loved him. This request to dance made his gut tighten, though. Ajay was finding it hard not to think of consequences and the censure of the other people around them.

“This isn't...” Ajay struggled for the right phrasing. His hand worked at his tie. He was dressed almost as if he were going to a wedding; formal black and white. In fact, he had borrowed the suit from one of his brothers, who, he suspected, had only worn it to Kile's wedding. “It's not a place where there's frequent...” he stopped again.

“Gays don't usually hang out and dance here, you mean?” Devon finished for him. His tone was prickly.

Ajay looked up from his plate. Devon's earrings were diamond studs mingled with his golden hoops. His necklaces and bracelets glittered against dark brown leather and a a dark gray and black design scarf, over his thin black tie and white dress shirt. His black pants were cut tight, making his legs look long and muscular. He had micro braided his golden hair and tied it all up into a pony tail. The braids trailed down his back and wisps of golden hair framed his handsome features. He drew all eyes, male and female. Ajay was plain next to him, a shadow, albeit a large one.

Devon seemed to be searching for something in Ajay's eyes and not finding it. He sighed, took a drink of his wine, and then put his white, linen napkin on top of his plate. “Well, we might as well leave, then,” he said in a carefully neutral voice.

“Devon, I'm sorry,” Ajay was quick to say.

Devon smoothed down his jacket with both hands as he rose, as if working out any wrinkles in the leather. “You are not an exhibitionist. You are a very private man. I didn't decide to live my life with a man who wants center stage in the spotlight, and I've always known that. Don't feel guilty for being who you are, for being the man that I fell in love with. I'm the one who should feel guilty for asking you to-”

Ajay rose and took Devon's hand in his big one. Devon's blue eyes widened. “A short dance,” Ajay conceded and couldn't keep his eyes up. He looked down at his dress shoes, instead, as he led Devon towards the dance floor.