# Chapter 1: In from the cold night

Author: Ginsenshi
Tags: Gay relation, M/M

#1 of Wondering in from the cold book 4

Its&nbsp; odd&nbsp; I'm&nbsp; finding&nbsp; my&nbsp; way&nbsp; back&nbsp; to&nbsp; my&nbsp; boys, but&nbsp; I have&nbsp; I think&nbsp; and&nbsp; can&nbsp; give&nbsp; them&nbsp; some&nbsp; interesting&nbsp; work&nbsp; and&nbsp; some &nbsp; fun&nbsp; loving&nbsp; for&nbsp; them.

Wondering&nbsp; in&nbsp; from&nbsp; the&nbsp; cold&nbsp;

A Kouji and&nbsp; Shuichi&nbsp; mystery&nbsp;

by Ginsenshi&nbsp;

Chapter 1: In&nbsp; from&nbsp; the&nbsp; cold&nbsp; night&nbsp;

it&nbsp; was&nbsp; one&nbsp; of&nbsp; the&nbsp; calmer nights as I&nbsp; sat&nbsp; down&nbsp; at&nbsp; the&nbsp; local coffee shop&nbsp; on&nbsp; 4th and&nbsp; main, Kuro, my&nbsp; guide dog,&nbsp; lays under the table, his head in&nbsp; my lap, looking at me, wondering if I was really okay to be&nbsp; out&nbsp; and about, I had&nbsp; just&nbsp; gotten off a particularly rough case, and&nbsp; Shuichi&nbsp; was meeting us&nbsp; for coffee, well coffee for&nbsp; him, for&nbsp; me&nbsp; something with no&nbsp; caffeine, since&nbsp; the stuff kept&nbsp; me&nbsp; up&nbsp; all night, if I had it&nbsp; after, well at all.&nbsp; &nbsp;

Guess&nbsp; I&nbsp; should&nbsp; remind&nbsp; you&nbsp; who I am, My name&nbsp; is&nbsp; Kouji&nbsp; GInsenshi, I stand 5'5 in&nbsp; height, my hair is silver, a&nbsp; trench coat is&nbsp; over my&nbsp; faded grey short sleeve dress shirt,&nbsp; faded black pants about&nbsp; my&nbsp; waist, a eagle&nbsp; buckle belt&nbsp; holding&nbsp; it all in place. My&nbsp; wedding&nbsp; ring&nbsp; is&nbsp; a&nbsp; silver&nbsp; band&nbsp; with&nbsp; my Shuichi's&nbsp; birthstone,&nbsp; the&nbsp; march&nbsp; stone, and&nbsp; love&nbsp; the the &nbsp; ear&nbsp; cuffs&nbsp; my&nbsp; baby&nbsp; got&nbsp; for&nbsp; me&nbsp; on &nbsp;Christmas, and&nbsp; the&nbsp; plain&nbsp; silver stud&nbsp; ear rings&nbsp; too .

The door opens&nbsp; with&nbsp; the jingle of a bell, the&nbsp; traffic noise following&nbsp; along, in&nbsp; comes in Shuichi, with&nbsp; the&nbsp; sound of&nbsp; his&nbsp; trench coat tails&nbsp; flapping&nbsp; from the door&nbsp; closing. He&nbsp; walks&nbsp; over&nbsp; to&nbsp; where&nbsp; we&nbsp; sit,&nbsp; one&nbsp; hand&nbsp; reaching&nbsp; out&nbsp; to&nbsp; give a scratch behind a ear, my&nbsp; reaction&nbsp; as&nbsp; usual is to&nbsp; lean&nbsp; into it, a&nbsp; MURR escaping&nbsp; my&nbsp; lips.

My&nbsp; Shuichi&nbsp; is &nbsp; 5"8 in&nbsp; height , his&nbsp; hair&nbsp; a&nbsp; brownish-red, always&nbsp; tied&nbsp; in a&nbsp; pony tail, with a&nbsp; blue &nbsp; ribbon,&nbsp; If &nbsp; I&nbsp; remember&nbsp; right&nbsp; he's&nbsp; wearing&nbsp; right&nbsp; now&nbsp; a &nbsp; blue short&nbsp; sleeve&nbsp; dress&nbsp; shirt, with &nbsp; black&nbsp; pants,&nbsp; covered&nbsp; by&nbsp; his &nbsp; favorite old&nbsp; trench coat.&nbsp; He also&nbsp; loves&nbsp; the&nbsp; ear rings&nbsp; I&nbsp; bought&nbsp; for &nbsp;Christmas&nbsp; last&nbsp; year,&nbsp; really cute &nbsp; blood&nbsp; stones with&nbsp; silver&nbsp; accents.&nbsp; &nbsp; His&nbsp; wedding&nbsp; ring&nbsp; is&nbsp; a&nbsp; silver&nbsp; band&nbsp; with my Birthstone, blue&nbsp; sapphire,&nbsp; in&nbsp; it.

"Shu, baby, we're in&nbsp; public I don't&nbsp; need to get&nbsp; turned&nbsp; on&nbsp; right now," I whined a little, as&nbsp; he&nbsp; continued. He leans&nbsp; close to a ear and&nbsp; whispers sweetly.&nbsp;

"But hon, its&nbsp; fun to&nbsp; make you squirm in public."&nbsp;

I lean&nbsp; away from&nbsp; him, as Kuro got up&nbsp; from under&nbsp; the table, his&nbsp; tail&nbsp; wagging as he&nbsp; nuzzles&nbsp; against&nbsp; Shu's side, Shu petting him, Kuro&nbsp; nosing his&nbsp; pockets, looking&nbsp; for&nbsp; treats. Shu ignores Kuro, instead sitting down across from me looking&nbsp; at me&nbsp; with&nbsp; I&nbsp; guess&nbsp; with&nbsp; concern.. &nbsp;

"Kouj... love, you&nbsp; okay?"

I sigh as&nbsp; I think of&nbsp; how&nbsp; to&nbsp; answer, "Yeah&nbsp; its&nbsp; just&nbsp; after Ms Weston's murder, I think someone's out&nbsp; to kill for&nbsp; fun.",&nbsp;

Shuichi&nbsp; nodded&nbsp; &nbsp; his head, as&nbsp; he&nbsp; called&nbsp; a waitress&nbsp; over, to place a order&nbsp; for&nbsp; his&nbsp; coffee with&nbsp; extra sugar and&nbsp; creamer.

Shuichi&nbsp; continued&nbsp; to &nbsp; stare&nbsp; at&nbsp; me, as we start to talk about&nbsp; what chores we had to do when we got home. My mind was starting&nbsp; to wonder to&nbsp; other more&nbsp; interesting things as my&nbsp; eyes start to close, nodding off, my&nbsp; chin resting on&nbsp; my&nbsp; chest.

\*Day&nbsp; Dream\*

Shuichi stopped talking about what chores&nbsp; we&nbsp; had&nbsp; to&nbsp; get&nbsp; done&nbsp; when&nbsp; we got&nbsp; home, and&nbsp; I&nbsp; think&nbsp; dropped&nbsp; something&nbsp; he&nbsp; was&nbsp; playing&nbsp; with, maybe his coffee spoon ducking under&nbsp; the&nbsp; table to&nbsp; retrieve it. I heard him, under&nbsp; my side of the&nbsp; table. &nbsp;

"So&nbsp; wolfie, interested in some&nbsp; stress relief?" I heard&nbsp; him&nbsp; barely whisper, as&nbsp; the&nbsp; loud&nbsp; sound&nbsp; of&nbsp; my&nbsp; pants&nbsp; zipper coming down&nbsp; filled&nbsp; my&nbsp; ears. I tried&nbsp; to&nbsp; protest as&nbsp; he&nbsp; pulled&nbsp; my slightly &nbsp;stiffening &nbsp;member&nbsp; through&nbsp; my&nbsp; boxers, as&nbsp; he&nbsp; started&nbsp; to&nbsp; stroke &nbsp; me&nbsp; to&nbsp; full&nbsp; hardness.

As my mind wandered, it conjured up a nice scene. Shuichi was kneeling between my legs gently rubbing my crotch as he undid my belt buckle and my pants . Feeling his warm breath on my fully erect shaft was amazing, he dipped his head and took it in his muzzle. Licking and sucking gently.

\*end&nbsp; day&nbsp; dream\*

I suddenly&nbsp; awake, feeling&nbsp; a little&nbsp; hot&nbsp; and&nbsp; sweaty, having&nbsp; to&nbsp; unbutton the&nbsp; first&nbsp; few &nbsp; buttons&nbsp; of my&nbsp; dress shirt.&nbsp; I could feel&nbsp; Shu&nbsp; starring at me a&nbsp; question&nbsp; about&nbsp; to&nbsp; be&nbsp; asked.

"Yes&nbsp; if&nbsp; you&nbsp; must&nbsp; know babe, it&nbsp; was&nbsp; about&nbsp; you&nbsp; and it was&nbsp; hot." I answer,,&nbsp; trying&nbsp; not&nbsp; to&nbsp; draw attention to&nbsp; us, and&nbsp; the&nbsp; slight tempting in my pants.&nbsp;

Just&nbsp; then Shu's coffee arrived, hot&nbsp; and&nbsp; steaming. Shu&nbsp; sipping&nbsp; off&nbsp; the foam on top,&nbsp; the&nbsp; image of&nbsp; that&nbsp; in&nbsp; my mind made it&nbsp; even&nbsp; more&nbsp; apparent that&nbsp; i was&nbsp; in&nbsp; the&nbsp; mood&nbsp; for&nbsp; it&nbsp; from&nbsp; my&nbsp; hot&nbsp; husband, Practically wanting&nbsp; to&nbsp; beg&nbsp; him&nbsp; to&nbsp; go&nbsp; home&nbsp; and&nbsp; screw the&nbsp; chores&nbsp; and&nbsp; just&nbsp; make love&nbsp; to&nbsp; me all night&nbsp; and&nbsp; forget&nbsp; about our&nbsp; jobs&nbsp; in the&nbsp; morning, but I couldn't,

"So ...&nbsp; interesting day dream love?" He asks, as he&nbsp; finished the&nbsp; last&nbsp; sip of&nbsp; his&nbsp; coffee, &nbsp; hearing&nbsp; him&nbsp; gather&nbsp; up&nbsp; his&nbsp; things&nbsp; and&nbsp; standing&nbsp; up, Kuro&nbsp; following&nbsp; taking&nbsp; clues&nbsp; it&nbsp; was&nbsp; time&nbsp; to&nbsp; go&nbsp; home. I pulled two one dollar bills and left them as a tip for the waitress.

Kuro was&nbsp; standing, waiting&nbsp; for&nbsp; me&nbsp; to&nbsp; take&nbsp; hold&nbsp; of&nbsp; the&nbsp; harness&nbsp; handle, to&nbsp; go&nbsp; out&nbsp; to the gently rumbling 2007 Jaguar XK8.&nbsp; we exited the&nbsp; coffee shop, Shu's&nbsp; hand&nbsp; in&nbsp; my&nbsp; right, as&nbsp; Kuro&nbsp; guided&nbsp; me on my left. &nbsp;

Shu,&nbsp; reaching&nbsp; into&nbsp; his&nbsp; pocket&nbsp; for&nbsp; the&nbsp; remote&nbsp; on&nbsp; his&nbsp; key chain,&nbsp; hitting&nbsp; the&nbsp; unlock button,&nbsp; as&nbsp; he&nbsp; left&nbsp; a&nbsp; few&nbsp; steps&nbsp; ahead&nbsp; to&nbsp; get&nbsp; the door&nbsp; for&nbsp; me&nbsp; and&nbsp; then left&nbsp; to&nbsp; the&nbsp; drivers side.

&nbsp; Shu then slipped into the driver's seat , the destination now is home.

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