Trevor opens the door to his apartment and lets himself in. Because he couldn't first hear anything from in, he assumed Milo has left already. Feeling quite disappointed.
But then he could hear someone humming. Moving papers. Milo was still here.
"I will leave that to you then. The side art is done, just use it how ever. But don't let the main story out yet, they could charge the company from disturbing the official investigation," Milo speaks to the phone, turning his tired look on Trevor when hearing him opening the second door and walking in. Younger man doesn't low his intent stare when he leans his back behind, showing a welcoming smile. "If everything goes well, we can drop the bomb tomorrow. Under the name of XI Magazines of course. Thank you, sir," without even looking at the screen, he ends the call and lows his phone, leaning his arm on the couch. "Welcome back. How was your day?"
"Very hectic. And yours? I hope that pack of crackers isn't your only nutrition till now..," Trevor smiles, eyeing that empty pack in front of Milo, realizing he has so seen this scene before. Man was sitting on the floor, leaning his back to the couch while using his laptop. He has splayed some files on the table. Clearly using this space as it was his own living room. Why that grown up man was sitting on the floor when he has an actually couch behind him, Trevor has no idea.
Realizing his annoying professional health carer has indeed showed up made Milo click his tongue. Of course guy was irritatingly right too. Indeed Milo has been only focused to finish his part for the case this whole time he has been awake. Those crackers were only to silent his growling stomach. To move his hunger for the more convenient time. Which was outside the time he was working. "Been busy."
"How hard working..," Trevor leaves the grocery bag on the kitchen island and walks straight to the living area. He sits down on the floor next to Milo and hands a colored bottle toward him. That was some fruit juice, with zinc and Vitamin C, according to the red label on it. "I must admit, this is not how I imagined you working. Sitting on the floor, nose stuck in a book, like.."
Milo snorts and takes the drink, thanking. "No, this is the part being a journalist. When you have hunt down your story, you also have to color it for the readers, sit down and write," he corrects and leans his face closer. "But when you are like me and can sniff out actual crimes, you also need to know how to write official reports too. That takes time. To pile up everything together, in right order, with right sources of informations.. Everything clear, black on white."
Older tsihs, also leans his face closer. "Sounds sexy. Are you willing to take a break soon? From your nerd stuffs?" Trevor asks, using very seducing voice. To drag this guy away from his work mode.
Since Milo kind of already realized what Trevor was up to here, he doesn't just let himself blindly lose under that glance, albeit it being damn attractive. Older guy knew his charm. And didn't avoid to boldly use it. "So what's for dinner, honey? I can actually cook too, you know, so let me help. What is in that bag?" There was no way someone would come in with a grocery bag and just leave it unpacked for long when it include items which needed to keep cold. Like that milk bottle Milo could see. This was a fast visit from Trevor, not suggestion of having some horizontal mambo.
Trevor snorts and drops his act. Seeing right through him now, ha? "You have lost some weight so I got protein filled ingredients for our dinner. I have always been the cook in this household so you stay out of the kitchen. It's my territory," he just states, pointing the drink on Milos hand while getting back up. "I didn't bring that you to just hold it. Drink it." After saying so, he walks back to empty the bag.
Lost weight? He has? He definitely hasn't... Has he? Milo actually needed to try his muscles around his arm. He might have eaten less during these past few days but that wasn't so unusual. Trevor must have said that just to make a point, make Milo take a break. Thinking that must be the case here, Milo erases the whole thought and was just about to open his drink when his other phone suddenly rings on the table, next to his laptop. That was his work phone.
Milo knew Don has opened the case and put Larx on charge, making him investigate the persons involved by officially hearing them. While Milo has gathered the evidences of the main chain of events, others job under CID was to finish the case off. Prove the facts and have their suspects talk. From this point, it was all about playing their parts right. Everything could go smoothly or shatter to pieces.
But Milo knew in the end it didn't matter would this be run under the simple path of incrimination and sentence, or would it go all the way in front of the jury. He's played his part savely, knowing exactly how far he could go to keep this all legitimate, what he had to do to make the case flawless. There was no way the people he found guilty could just walk out from this. No matter what title they were sitting on. Were you a member of the city council or just a simple transporter. Not on Milos watch. That mistake he would never do again.
He used law as his strongest weapon. Has memorized this countrys entire constitutional law, keeping up the changing laws. Familiarized everything possible about the judicial systems, ethics, political theories.. There was no way anyone could shut him down now.
So he didn't think too much when seeing Larx calling him. Although that guy should have been hearing their suspects now. Not be calling him, who has nothing more to give to this case but stand upright when the case goes public. "Yo. How is it going there?"
"I'm good but you are not. They put you in wanted list, APB," Larx states immediately, sounding irritated. "I'm looking your photo right now.."
"What?! Why?! By who?!" Milo doesn't hold his voice when he let his anger out. This was absolutely nonsense!
"It's from the NU agency, our own main police department. They want you in, no major reason why, which makes this suspicious in the first place," older man keeps, without taking a break. "Don't worry, I'm pretty sure this is about you reguesting that bold interview from Beringer himself. He's clearly on his toes now if he sends police after you. Your freelancing in CID is classified information anyway, so there is a big change they see you as too curious journalist here. They try to silent you. If there is even more shit on his hands he definitely doesn't need this kind of attention. The election is just a few months by. This might turn even better for us actually. We can use you as a distraction, ease Beringers mind when he thinks you are in, while we others act behind his back."
Even when Milo would have wanted to say a word back here, Larxs plan sounded just too reasonable. Man has clearly think this through before calling him. "So you suggest I should just turn myself in?" he sighs, holding his head.
"Yes. Walking in yourself looks much better than be drag out from your hide. The sooner the better. They will go after you and might search your apartment in progress, with a warrant or without. I'm not familiar of their customs in main land, but they might fight ugly if they see it as a defamation against one who runs the city. So if you have something in it's time to get rid of it."
"Too bad, I'm not at my place..," younger tsihs annoyed, already imagining what kind of mess this was going to be. He has his gun in. Bulletproof vest. Files from other cases.. That darkroom at the back of his apartment where he develop his film photos couldn't look more suspicious if you didn't know what it was for. Since the window was totally shut from light..
"Just go. We will handle the rest. Keep your arrogant mouth hold before Don gets you out. Understood?"
"Yes, sir..," Milo sures and ends the call while trying to hold his calm. Even when he was damn sure about his skills in field, he wasn't a soldier. More experienced men might just eat him alive in there.
"Are you okay?" Trevors voice drag him back from his running thoughts. Milo fastly shows a smile toward the guy who was now standing near, intently eyeing him.
"Yeah. It's nothing.."
Not that it doesn't make Milo look damn sexy when he shows his work mode like this, but that also was damn annoying when he covered his main feelings with it. Playing fine when clearly he wasn't. Trevor has never seen Milo looking that abashed. His stress levels were up. So just before Milo was about to focus using his laptop and clearly ignore the others presence, the strong touch on his head stop him from doing that. Trevor has leaned down a little, holding now Milos head, making the guy turn and look straight at him. "Keep things from me and make me angry, you will find my fist fondling that handsome face of yours," he heartlessly points out, using very calm voice, finally releasing his hold when Milo was properly looking at him.
Wow, the sadist has appeared again. That threat was very straight and honest. Kind of scary. But indeed that made Milo wake up from his trance. Appeasing his inner panic what was about to fill his mind.
Instead of saying anything first, Milo just smirks, moves fastly up to pull Trevor on the couch under him. Hiding his face against Trevors shirt while hugging him. "I need to get going. Something came up. That bastard Beringer called me under arrest," he indeed clears straight, just like Trevor has request. Milo shouldn't think he could keep going like before and just avoid speaking straight out. That wouldn't work at all. Not with this guy.
"How sneaky move..," Trevor tsihs, sighing out. He doesn't still know exactly what was going on, but only hearing that much was satisfying. He knew to keep his curiosity on hold when it really wasn't his business to know too much. More important was to see Milo be open about it.
No more questions? Milo snorts and pushs his body up for a bit, searching Trevors lips. "If we are quick, we might actually get it done. The dinner," he whispers.
The pain under Trevors chest was too aching now. Warming his body while eyeing the guy on him. Making him drop his guard and just make his move, taste the saltiness on Milos lips. Forget the dinner. Milo daring to come this close, using seducing words.. No way he could think clearly after that.
He wanted his touch.
- - - -
This fresh, chilly air outside the police station couldn't feel more lovely after spending over twenty fucking hours inside that shit hole. Since Milo turned himself in after so called office hours, they simple took him in without a change to leave and made him wait all the way to late evening until 'the people in charge' bothered to show up. Since Larx had already warned Milo, he took this waiting time as their wear out method. Tire the suspect before even starting the interrogation, like.
Too bad feeling drained has been part of Milos everyday life the last years, so their efforts were as good as nothing. And when men finally start their questioning, they had all backup stories made-up already, just trying to fill Milo in their visions, about him working for someone to defame Beringer, use his work status and put media to use for his sick plan. All for the money.
Milo has to admit, when they indeed said they have searched his apartment and for example found his gun parts, making more stories out of that, he wasn't so sure how to act against those criminations with nothing else but silence. He hated the idea someone has been in his apartment without his permission, invaded his space. That of course made them keep up even more and more, thinking he has something to hide.
Break after break they start over. Uselessly thinking one more all-nighter could make Milo break down. Some point it even felt like his training under insomnia has been just for this very moment, since Milo was the only one remaining energy.
That wasn't the case anymore though, feeling energy that is. Even this cold weather couldn't shake off his tiredness. The relief of finally being out made him drop his charges, calm down. Making him feel damn exhausted.
"Good job in," Don states calmly after stepping out from the main doors, meeting Milo on the side walk. Younger man was eyeing up the darkening sky above them. It was soon evening again. Close to five, almost. A whole day wasted from Milos life, just to prove his innocent.
"I'm not that sure do I feel so anymore. If this is what you have to deal for the sake of truth, I might be ready to just give up. Find some normal job..," Milo sighs, not a bit of life in him right now.
"Unfortunately I can't let you do that. People like you are necessary in our field," older taps his hand on Milos shoulder, pushing him to walk forward, toward the parking area. "Or, should I say, our unit is lucky to have you in. So be proud. What you did, tearing a truth out from nothing, alone, not just anyone are able to do that. You are one of the kind. And I do not give this compliment lightly. Be sure of that."
Milo hums, actually smiling slightly now. Wasn't that like the utmost praise you could even get. And hearing that from Don was a huge deal.
"Larx and Mark are doing the rest. I already warned Daniel and the whole city council, including Beringer. They are having one wild chat inside the doors right now, how to answer to media tomorrow morning after news will be out," Don keeps, showing this very proud smile. Indeed, he too enjoyed it to the fullest when cases like this huge came out, bringing chaos around them. That was the prize every investigator was after. To see their work matter. "Such a high politic member having contacts with gangmembers, dealing stolen guns and supporting the crimehood, that kind of scandal I have never witnessed. Thank you for that."
"Aren't you a scandal yourself..?" Milo dares to point out. There was a lot what he knew about Don and still man was strongly standing on his spot of honor. Dons words could have been a straight description about man himself.
"I am. But my seat is adjusted. Part of the working system. When I can no longer fil that seat, someone else will," man turns to look at Milo, suring with his glance this was a once in a lifetime change to hear him even talking about this. But because of their history, there was no need for Don to act any differently in front of this young genius. "Hopefully I will never give an actual reason to be under your pen. Ever again."
Free was sitting inside Dons car, wasting some time while eyeing his phone. After spotting Don and Milo walking closer, he fastly jumps out to meet them, showing a smile to Milo whose case and this recent setback he was very aware of.
"If I would have been more experienced back then, you would be in a death row now. Boss," younger boldly comments, smiling back to Free, waving his hand.
"That is true. Lucky for me that wasn't the case then. Be sure to use your skills to stop my successors," Don smirks, showing this very threatening kind glance. "Since you failed badly with me." After that, he turns his mood back to his normal, calm appearance.
"I heard what happened. Good job. And welcome back," Free teases while smiling widely to welcome his mentor back from the cage. Knowing Milo being the most law-abiding of them all, seeing him walking out from interrogating was just hilarious, a twist in matrix.
"Thank you very much..," Milo just tiredly calls, searching his own car keys from his pocket. "They said they turned my place around so I want to check the damage as soon as possible. So I'm just gonna go. Thank you for getting me out."
"We kept you in until the right time to release you, so thanking me from that is pointless. Larx and the guys with him benefit from your suffer. So thank you," Don heartlessly clears, already heading to walk on the drivers side of the car, ready to leave. "Remember to take legal actions to get your reparations from the possible damage at your place. If you had a broken TV before, add that in too. Their insurance will cover even your freezer if you want. Take advange of that. You have deserved it." Man gets in.
"Yes, sir."
"And about tomorrow..," even when this might be unnecessary, Don wanted to remind Milo for his rights outside the work too. "Rather than going out to celebrate your win, I success you take your rest. Finish it in you. Your case is closed. Understood?"
Young man sighs out. Nods. Yeah, he gets it. He already knew there would be a huge fuss around him after the big drop. Both in CID and XI Magazines. He surely didn't feel like jumping in that chaos. Not right now. "Yes, sir."
"Are you alright?" Free adds before following Don in the car. Young man has never seen Milo looking this beaten like.
Milo fastly shows a smile back. "Am not," he tsihs, smirking a little, then turning around to walk toward his own car. Raising his hand to wave. "Be sure to watch the news tomorrow morning. You will see the results of your mentors ingenious handwork. Can only try do the same."
Free hums, feeling a little better himself after realizing Milo still has some energy in. "Yes, sir!" he calls loudly, gets in the car.
- - - -
Indeed, the sight what was waiting inside his place made Milo feel even more beaten. Not only every closet doors seem to be left purposely wide open, his couch bed had took apart too, back cushions were cut open, their insides all over the place.
This was damn hilarious. Looked more like a robbery than a normal search. They surely had used excessive ways here. Going way over than they ever even have a need. To think some calling themselfs as law officers would do something like this just to some journalist involved. A normal civilian might have seriously be mentally broken after this.
Instead of letting his frustration out, Milo calmly takes his phone and starts taking pictures. The further he get inside his apartment the more damage he face. Even his so called darkroom was searched. Luckily they were smart enough to not touch his enlarger equipments. They seem to be okay. But some of the stored retouching inks were pulled out from the sealed boxes.. Chemicals on the wall rack which used to be in right order were now one big mess.
After getting his evidences for the insurance company, it was time to call cleaners.
It was over nine a clock before Milo was all done, gathering the last trash bags near the front door. His apartment was clean again. The sofa bed was a long gone, carried away by the cleaning company. No major other losses. Clearly the god of sleep was torturing him still. Now making sure he doesn't even have a bed to sleep in here.
Milo sits down on his usual spot, in front of the low table. Now the area behind him where his couch used to be has a huge empty area. Even so, Milo leans his back down on the floor, letting this long breathe out, staring the ceiling.
He wanted to see Trevor. Hear his voice. Wasn't his personal health carer supposed to take care of him when he was feeling this down. Where that guy even was now? It was Sunday, was he working? Why Milo doesn't even know his work schedule..? Wouldn't it be okay to know now? All his answers could be answered by simple reaching out to him. And ask.
"Hi..," Trevor answers to the call he has been waiting since yesterday. After Milo had left from his apartment, saying he would be back some time later, Trevor wasn't assuming it would be within hours but surely didn't think it was about days or so either.
"Hi. Can I see you?" was all Milo straightly asks. Trevor could easily hear from the sound of his voice man must feel exhausted. What ever happened in has sucked his usual lively attitude out.
"Where are you? Should I pick you up?" without any doubt in his own voice, Trevor offers out he was eager to see even if he needed to go to Milo instead.
"No. I'm at my place and.. Well I just.. wanna get out.. like.."
That surely didn't sound Milos normal mood. Making the older one here feel even more puzzled what was going on. "Come over. I'm waiting," Trevor states, using this very commanding tone.
Milo hums, finally showing a smile out. That guys hoarse voice was definitely what Milo would call a calming breathe from his savior. Instantly his mind felt more secured. Stronger. Fading out this last days pressures from his shoulders.
Indeed, just like Don successed, Milo didn't want to even think his case anymore. Not what he has achieved. Not how strong impact it would have. Not step on the spot lights to take his glory. No. He just wanted to hide. To his sanctuary. To Trevor.
"I will see you soon."
. . . .
Trevor was already waiting at the door when Milo finally reachs the last stair to get on the top floor where Trevors apartment was. Since it was past nine already, the buildings main doors were electronically closed so Trevor has let Milo though by the buzzer.
Their eyes met. And Milo immediately shows his smile, feeling a little sentimental after realizing Trevor has come out to meet him. Slowly, younger man walks closer, making Trevor move a little to let him in.
"What happened?" Trevor eagerly asks after closing the door, eyeing Milo undressing his light jacket, looking unusually exhausted.
"We managed to run it down. So I thought to take a break now," Milo smirks tiredly, still keeping his light mood up. Seeing Trevor really gave him such a strong inner calm what he indeed right now needed. Something else to think outside of work. "I just wanted to see you as soon as possible. That's all."
Trevor sighs. It was now clear to him man wasn't feeling that well what he trys to show out. Milo looked pale, even more tired than usual. Totally opposite how he was when he left. Still his handsome smile could somewhat cover that all. But couldn't blind Trevor. "Still wearing my clothes? Did they keep you in there the whole day?" man walks past him, slightly touching Milos hand while doing so.
Milo hums and follows the guy in. "Get out a few hours ago. Can I borrow your shower?"
"Sure. Let me get you a tower," older states back, eyeing the man walking behind him before turning his way toward the bedroom area on their right.
The TV was on and, as usually in Trevors house, playing some documentary. Since the low voiced narrator was just talking about kidnapping and a quite disturbing acted scene was shown, Milo couldn't help but turn his eyes on it, stopping his steps next to this white couch. Last time Trevor mentioned about some Treasures of Egypt documentary he was in the middle of watching. But this definitely wasn't that.
"What are you watching?" Milo raises his voice a little, making sure Trevor could hear him from the bedroom.
"Ted Bundy..," Trevor says and walks back, holding the folded towel.
"You are into such crime docs?" Milo smirks, meeting others glance.
"Kind of. Genres like serial killers are interesting. The dark sides of a human mind, like," Trevor answers with a smile back. "If it's too heavy for you, we can watch something else."
Of course that was meant as a joke. Like it would be too dark for someone who work as a crime investigator. But Trevor really wasn't sure would Milo be that into crime documents when he saw crime scenes in his work.
Milo takes the towel Trevor hold out. "After all the showers together you are not going to join me now?" he couldn't help teasing.
"We both know what would become from that," Trevor tsihs, lowing his hand. Leaning his face very close, almost touching Milos lips with his own. "I bet you have no energy to spare. You can barely stand."
"You will lose that bet..," Milo whispers back.
Knowing Milo might actually mean his words, especially when he was looking back with such a serene glance, Trevor has to back off. Sure, this man doesn't seem to need energy to run. He just runs. "Just go and take that damn shower," older smirks and flicks guys forehead, clearing out there was no way Trevor would go with him. Then man turns his back, walks toward the kitchen. "I will make you something to eat. You haven't eaten anything yet, have you?"
Not that Milo really was that horny. But if it was with Trevor, he felt he could be turned on at any time anywhere. For now, guess it was just better to drop that idea. Trevor definitely think more rationally now than Milo did.
"Been way too busy for such. Thank you. Can't wait what you will bring out," Milo smiles, giving one last glance toward Trevor before heading to the bathroom, which was on the back of the main bedroom.
Trevor watchs him leaving. Then turns his eyes back forward, opens the fridge. Even when it was a very little thing, he felt damn happy what Milo said, about really wanting to see. Now Trevor had hoped a rerun from yesterday, but there was no way he would try to seduce a half dead guy. Milo needed rest. Not more reasons to play around. Just having the guy in here was enough. Guess the feeling was mutual. While it felt kind of weird too. When they usually just mess around in sheets.
And it became very clear how exhausted Milo actually was when Trevor finds him lying down on the bed, wearing the towel on his waist, sleeping soundly. That Trevor has never ever seen before. Man actually falling asleep just like that. Usually.. No. Always, it took him a very long time to catch a sleep.
Sighing out while showing a smile, Trevor walks next to the bed, eyeing the others calm sleeping face. It was better just let him be. Right now Milo was like a hound dog ran till exhaustion. Blacking out. Brains shutting down for the sake of his tired body to rest.
Acting very carefully, Trevor moves Milos legs up on the bed and covers him with a blanket. Since Milos body felt warmer than usual, even warmer than normally after the shower, he sured a water bottle and some medicine for the fever to wait on the nightstand, just in case if man would woke up again in the middle of the night or so. Then at least they would be ready for him.
Trevor would have never thought a few weeks ago he would now actually been nursing this guy like this. Or more like, Milo would ever show himself to anyone under this kind of situation, being so exhausted, both physically and mentally. Not the proud guy like him.
So for the first time ever Trevor actually at least tried to accept Milo might be serious. About what he said before. About wanting seriously try this out, with Trevor. A man who said he has zero interest of sharing his life with anyone has suddenly changed his mind. No way Trevor wouldn't take that without doubting. He has trusted before. And realized trust was just a word for many. Milo was still on the same line as others. Let them be and see if they were worth it, don't expect too much, that was how Trevor saw it. But..
Of course Trevor would become one of those fools who realize there was this 'but'. Ruining his stances. Making him doubt himself and what he believed was right thing to do. He liked the physical relationship what they have now so why that couldn't be enough? He liked this guys overly sure and arrogant personality, but why there has to be more than that? From the very beginning, why he has think this guy differently? Why he actually even has to like this guy this much? Having a crush without an actual commitment, without needing to trust would have been easier before this 'but'.
No. That's where he was wrong. Seeing something you really really like from time to time knowing you couldn't have it has felt torturing. Making him mad. But this here wasn't any easier. Trying to trust when it was damn hard. But..
..there was this 'but'.
- - - -
Like with a switch, Trevor was pulled out from his dreams. Suddenly he was eyeing the empty side of the bed next to him, trying to search the other guy under his look. But Milo was not here.
There was a slim light coming from the living area. So Milo was already awake? Older man pushs himself up to sit, stretching his shoulders, turning his look on the empty nightstand. Taking his time to finally get up.
"Good morning."
Milo was about to turn and look behind him after hearing Trevors voice, but suddenly there was a hand on his forehead, holding him still.
"Good morning..," Milo says smiling, leaning his head behind and raising his face up to meet with Trevors eyes. "I found my dinner with a note. Thank you." The man of the house had left the wrapped plate wait in the fridge with a note 'Eat' on it.
Trevor smirks back, not letting his touch go just yet. "Did you sleep well?" he asks while trying to decide was the warm he could feel under his palm normal or feverish. "You had a fever last night. But I guess that's gone now. Like kids, one nap and you are already back on your feet. Looking so energy again." Finally he severs his touch.
"I did sleep well, seven damn hours, I think. But I wouldn't say I'm that energy," Milo hums and clears, not turning his eyes away from Trevor even when man start heading toward the restroom. "They published my text this morning in XI Newspaper, exclusively. It will be all over the news soon so I want to witness when that happens."
"Ah, congratulations," Trevor stops his steps again after hearing Milos note, turning his eyes toward the TV screen. "Is it starting now?"
"Soon. Come back quick so I can brag about it," younger smirks.
Trevor tsihs smiling and keeps going. Not that he didn't like Milo showing his vulnerable sides, but guys confident and strong attitude were what really made him attractive.
When he comes back, Milos serious eyes were now totally locked on the TV screen. The news program was just about to start.
"Good morning from XI news. The X city woke up today for an unbelievable revelation concerning The City Council after XI Magazines publish this very detailed article in their newspaper about the Economic Council Kendrick J. Beringer and four of his close subordinates been suspected from dealing confiscated items as guns and drugs back to street."
Trevor sits down next to Milo, carefully listening.
"The Police has admit some individuals related to similar case has already been taken custody, but can't comment more when the investigation is still in progress.
The publicist of The City Hall has not yet given any comment out about Beringers possible participation, but they have announced keeping a press conference this forenoon.."
After hearing the news anchor talking about the incomplete investigation, Milo tsihs out, annoyedly. "The main police department didn't take any part of our case, but has to act that to the public. They had the original case, an abandoned gun cargo found. Nothing particular done for it after a day. No one particular named to work on it," he clears quietly. "It would be bad for their reputation if people knew what was really happening. How someone from the different unit solved the case alone when they were ordered to just ditch it."
"Ditch it?" Trevor repeats, glancing Milo fastly.
Younger hums. "It was just a hunch, but my guess was someone in knew where the cargo was from and undermine the value of the case. Normalising it. Someone in did a mistake and tried to fix the evidence. It's awfully easy when our police indeed has much more to do and have to take cases in order. They are all fully booked. Not enough man power in. Cases even like this can easily get forgotten, under the pile of cases. That was what Beringer want. He knows the system. Some cases can take months, even years to be solved, if ever. Unlucky for him, I'm a freelancer. I have nothing but time. In CID our method is being fast, simple and clean. The faster the case is solved the less unnecessary changes appear. There was no way earlier impressed guns would just vanish and appear in a place they don't belong without an organised party in it. Someone just needed to start digging and act against our own police organization. So I took a challenge. Law is on my side."
After giving a little more details out about the case, the anchor welcomes their special guest through the videocall interview, someone very familiar looking one to Trevor too, as it indeed was the same man who he has seen at the ambulance the day he was giving a first aid to Milo.
"That's Larx Dennis, one of my superiors from the CID. Remember him?" younger man introduces, looking even more excited now. He had no idea Larx would step out like this. "After I did my part of collecting every information we needed in, he took the case in CID while I finished my article. Larx is a good choice to be the face of the case. As a family man, working as a crime investigator, people can relate to his concerns about what ever he states out. Right now, he has the power to impact how the public will react to the fact one of the city councils is now charged of this high-profile crime. Depending his choice of words he can either bring chaos or calm. Of course we are after the calm. He is pro."
Trevor hums for understanding, not helping to get as excited about the news as Milo was. Sure, he already knew what ever Milo has work with was huge, but hearing about the actual facts was like opening the pandoras box. Not only he was witnessing a huge blow toward their local government, he also get to hear the truth behind the case, what was left untold from the others watching this program. This really felt like watching the case from shadows.
While Larx was carefully giving his answers, they get to the original case about the gun cargo. What Milo just clarifyed to Trevor was now mentioned in the news. But Milo was one step ahead, correcting every false statements or avoidances Larx talk out in a subtle manner. "He lets the media assume the case has been running this whole time. By the police department, CID giving their support. There is no way police can admit having already pushed the case side because of the missing clues and the lack of work power. The trust between the residents and the local goverment is a must. People need to trust the police to do their job. So if it benefits both sides and can keep up an act, they will lie."
It's not that Trevor wasn't aware of the possibility of corruptions inside their government when you could assume anything from anyone nowadays or that he wouldn't agree it was necessary to limit the informations given to media and citizens, but hearing Milo talking about something like that like it was the most normal thing to have still someway surprised the older guy. Even when being the younger one here, Milo really gave out this mature vibe. Or cold-blooded.
What was more surprising was how Milo was speaking to him this overtly. "Just asking, but are you even allowed to speak about this?" they have to have at least some kind of policy, like in any profession. An obligation to observe secrecy.
Milo turns to look at Trevor, actually showing a little confused look when he was still kind of under the spell of the program here. But then younger man smirks, leans his back behind. "Definitely am not allowed, at least not before the case's been closed. But it's you. I trust you don't breathe a word about this to anyone," he calmly states. "Did I put you in an awkward spot? Sorry, I get too excited.."
"No, that's not what I meant. Please continue," Trevor clears and turns his eyes back on the TV screen. "I really like to hear you out. If you are comfortable talking then I'm good too. You are a good narrator. It's interesting."
Milo smirks, not dropping his stare just yet. Really, he felt damn too relaxed here to even notice the fact he wasn't talking to his co-worker now. Trevor was really able to mix himself between Milos personal life and work. Fitting in so damn perfectly it didn't even feel that hard imagining dating this guy now.
Finally, the special news report for the morning ends. What the whole city have left to wait was the press conference later, with the Mayor himself. That Milo thought to skip. He has no interest hear more Daniels bullshit.
"Your job..," Trevor suddenly breaks the silence, dragging Milo out from his deep thoughts. "It's really impressing. Now I can understand better what you do," he shows a wide smile, teasing. "Not just slacking and partying around as I first saw you doing."
Milo smirks. "No, I hunt when I have a hunch. Or get a call. The rest of the time I do exactly that. Just slacking around."
Of course. Work hard. Play lazy hard. "Aren't you guys going to celebrate at your unit? That is a huge deal," Trevor asks then, standing up, planning to finally make some coffee for himself and warm tea water for the other.
"They will throw one for sure..," Milo sighs out.
"Why you sound that disappointed..? Haven't you deserved it," Trevor tsihs smiling, thinking youngers reaction was very odd. "Or, what, you are not feeling it?"
"Right now no," man on the couch keeps, then turns his smiling look on Trevor and gets up. "Will you celebrate with me? Lets go out and have a dinner. You have no work today?" Trevor would have mentioned if he had.
"I called a day off last evening. When I heard you would be coming over," man confesses while adding some water on the kettle, turning it on. "Sure, let's go out. That would be the first time." And somehow odd, since until now they only see each other inside each others apartments. Not out.
"Where you want to go? I know every kind of restaurants. Take your pick."
"Shouldn't I be the one asking that? It's your celebration. I'm paying," Trevor turns around to see Milo was already standing behind him, intently eyeing back. Older shows a smile. "This time, I'm really paying," he adds with a more lower voice.
"You do that," Milo hums, taking one more step closer. "Should I have been more aggressive? Yesterday? Just drag you with me to the shower? If you get that prepared and even took a day off, you must feel disappointed now.." He moves his hand to gently touch Trevors chin.
Trevor tsihs, thinking that sounded quite embarrassing when Milo said it like that. But it was exactly how it was. "I was nice enough to let you off the hook yesterday," man points out surely, smiling. "Besides, unlike you, I have never been just after your body.." Even saying so, having Milo this close could easily make Trevors chest ache, making him doubt his own words. Just a small seducing touch from Milo was enough to warm him up. He was still chushed hard, desiring the very touch from this guy.
Now hearing that made Milo confusedly happy. Trevor daring to admit something like that now. Has it really been so? For how long? From the beginning? "I'm sorry," he then says quietly, moving his fingers on Trevors skin.
Trevor sighs. "That's not on you. It's my own fault. I knew our deal," he was the one who break the rules. No, wrongly jumped on the ride he really didn't mentally want to take. But that ride brought them here. Where they were now.
"Then I will take your fault from you. Pay you back. As much as you demand to make us even," Milo states smiling. "I never intend to make you endure me like that. But I'm glad you did.."
"I'm trying to say it's okay.."
"And I'm saying it's not," younger takes his other hand to lean on the stand behind Trevor, pushing his body against him. "As a warn in advance, I will touch you now until you are satisfied. And later, tonight, I will give you as much as you want, so you better call another day off.."
Where the hell these dirty words were coming from now! Trevors face was slightly turning red when he was about to point out how embarrassing that just sounded, but Milos lips silent his words.
Closing their eyes, they search more this pleasuring touch from each others embrace.