Detective Henry Quinn

Okay, so how he was definitely being flirted with, good to know. "Oh yeah? That's nice of you to say, I'm glad I've given you a good first impression considering we just met." He was more than glad, truth be told, The Black Ghost had done him a favour today, that was for sure. He'd give her a good wash-down once she was home again.

"He is cute, and he knows it." Henry couldn't help but chuckle, "Well, RIP to a reel one. Fish aren't great pets anyway, I guess, Max would love some though, I'm sure."

In the near distance Henry could see a gas station coming into view, he was disappointed their ride together was coming to an end, but he hoped he'd get to talk to Zeke even more. "You're pretty cute yourself, also seems a shame those hands have to get dirty."

Sadie sat in silence for a moment, trying to calm herself down and fight against the rage. All she could do was hope that this wasn't something that would put an end to her career before it had fully blossomed. She gave a slight nod of her head when she heard Henry explaining what the nurse would be doing, huffing out a sigh at the thought of the hospital being required.

Henry didn't know how exactly, but he felt like this was his fault. Maybe not directly, but somehow it was him and Josh combined that had disrupted Sadie's train of thought.

It had been some back and forth between them for some time, with Henry in the middle. Josh had finally summoned up the courage to ask Henry out, properly, which was shocking to him, and Henry wanted to say yes, but he also didn't want Sadie to be upset.

She played it off in her usual cool demeanor, told Henry it was fine with a 'why would I care?' which was meant to convey her indifference and somehow hurt Henry at the same time, so Henry said yes to his long time best friend's, and apparently now suitor's, request.

What he hadn't planned on was Sadie barging into their dorm room early Sunday morning like she always did, but this time ignoring the sock they had on the doorknob, and finding her two friends, in bed together, not sleeping.

Henry had died of embarrassment and felt bad, whereas Josh told her to 'get the fuck out!' in no uncertain terms. Henry had never seen anyone yell at Sadie like that. And what was even worse, she was speechless and left, slamming the door.

Fuck me, Henry thought, in the oh shit type of way. They'd fucked and and fucked up. Though the situation was confusing because he wasn't dating Sadie. There had been a rift between her and Josh ever since, the last few weeks.

"Yes, think positively, I'm sure you'll be as good as new. No need to worry." And she was right, the game wasn't a big deal, not for her, Henry knew that. "It happens to the best of us. What do you need, I'm here for you whatever it is, big or small."

“Well, are you going to arrest me, detective?” Coyly batting her lashes at him, her eyes sparkled with mirth. However, it seemed that it would not take much for him to fold to her.

He held her tightly to him as they kissed, and also when the kiss was done. Not that he wanted it to be done. "At this rate we won't make it to the Ferris Wheel." He smirked playfully and held her against his chest for a few moments more.

"But I suppose I could steal more kisses at the top, right?" His heart beat quickly in his chest, from nothing but being in love. He took her hand again. "Come on, beautiful, let's go for a ride."

Dex somehow managed to help Henry all the way to his (which he supposed was their now) bedroom. Crumpet was already waiting just as much as Max was, though the little dog had a habit of menacing Henry whenever he saw him. Not in an evil way, but he was determined to bounce around Henry's bed like a spring and lick his face until Henry was laughing and pushing him away. Henry was careful to make sure his stomach (or balls) didn't get stepped on. "I missed you too, you fuckin' fur ball. Lay off the crack."

Henry's bed felt like heaven, and Dex was an absolute angel. "Thank you, my baby, you're a treasure." He took Dex's hand and kissed it. "Lay here with me?"

Dex chuckled at the comment, allowing himself to be tugged inside the building and smiling at the feel of Henry's hand in his own, their fingers linking together in a way that felt as though they were molded for one another.

"I don't have a middle name, actually, I don't know why. So I guess I could legally change it to 'cool' if I wanted to." Henry laughs, "Do you have one?" It was very funny to him how they were taking these first steps after being so intimate together. It was like the fires of their passion were too strong for them to ignore, or they were just weak. Henry knew he was weak for Dex, anyway. That accent, ugh, he could just melt.

"If your prize is that I have to give you head, I'm throwing the game." Henry says with a cheeky grin and opens the doors leading inside the alley. He can already hear the people and the crashing of balls and pins. "Unless I suck ass at bowling just as good as I suck dick."

Henry gave Zeke a bit of a sly look, even though the young man was looking at the road and not at him; clearly he was picking up on Henry's vibes, but he went along with it like normal. "I'm single, have been for a while now, too long, probably, which might seem pathetic." He smiled, "The job is my life these days, there's always something to be done and people to help." He leaves out that his other "job" is doing readings for people with dead loved ones, as that's why he's here today, meeting Zeke by chance, or not. He's either following fate or lucky as fuck. What a cutie.

"I have a cat actually. I love all animals but a cat is better suited to how I live. His name is Max, he's a hefty tuxedo cat. It's his house, I just live in it." Henry makes a note to show Zeke a picture later if he'd like to see it. God forbid the other blonde see a dick pic by accident though....

"What about you? Pets, partner, or both?" It was only fair that he know the answer to the same question.

“I did that?” Chris blinks slowly, rubbing a hand over his mouth “I won, huh?” barely holding back a hiccup, the bigger boy hides his face in Henry’s shoulder, inhaling his sweet cologne “does it mean you’re my prize now?” slurring lazily, Chris paws at Henry’s back with no shame or acknowledges of the fact that they’re currently in public and pretty much everyone can see them now.

“mhm good, take me home_” he’s cut when the room starts spinning again once he raises his head to look in Henry’s warm gaze, swallowing down the nausea, the after effect of the alcohol is the worst to deal with!

“would you come home with me too?” he leans too close to Henry, their breath mingling and his hand not leaving its place on Henry’s body. Fingers sliding in his jeans’ back pocket teasingly. Chris desperately hopes that the other won’t draw back in disgust. He’s such a miserable waste, his father was right when he said the military would fix him, maybe only them could kick some sense into Chris, making him decide with his brain for once instead of trying to win over or fight over someone whom he knows he can not have… not even in his wildest dreams. Henry is just..out of his league.

"Um..." Henry held Chris against him, he could feel how warm he was from the alcohol, and how much the stink of it was on him. Still, Henry's cheeks flushed furiously. "Me?" He swallowed a lump, "If you want me to be, then yes." Not that he considered himself any kind of prize, mind you, but hearing Chris talk like that made him flustered.

Henry is surprised at the offer, he'd never been in Chris's room before. They mostly hung out at school or after Henry's tennis games. "I'll aboslutely take you back home, Chris, but you're absolutely wasted, there's no way in hell you're driving. You're too drunk to even realize how drunk you are. I'll drive." Henry is trying not to freak about about Chris's hand in his back pocket, Chris is shit-faced and doesn't know what he's doing, as much as Henry wishes he did.

"I've got my Aunt Jeanie's truck tonight anyway, I'll get you back home in one piece, ok?"

Something about Henry bringing up the idea of showing his aunt's chickens to Samuel's daughter caused a twinge in his chest, Henry wanted to meet his daughter?

"Yep, we're having it at the church hall," it had been no secret back in school that Sam's family weren't churchgoers, and Samuel himself wasn't ashamed to openly admit that he wasn't a Christian which didn't go down well in school and only added to the bullying and isolation.

"Oh, okay, I guess in a place like this, a lot of functions go on at the church." Henry was indifferent to that, a church was just a place like any other to him, he respected what other people believed in, but it wasn't for him personally, though he considered him somewhat of an agnostic. He knew there was life beyond death for certain, after all.

"Sounds like you've got it going pretty good for yourself, Sam. I'm happy to hear that. I'm sure your daughter is adorable and maybe gives you whatever trouble you deserve." He teased, and made his way to the counter. He could have sworn he recognized the check-out woman, perhaps someone he went to school with?"

"Wanna get a beer somewhere later? What's open around here?" The only place Henry could recall was the honky tonk where guys who drank wore shit-kicker hats. Not that he minded.

"A run!" she resisted the urge to bodily shake herself. "That's um.. that's wonderful. I should get into running..." She was sure she was blushing more now. And probably sounded like a maniac.

"I uh...do you need help making the couch up or... I think I have sweats somewhere if you need something to sleep in..." Not that he would fit her clothes. Maybe he slept in the nude... talk about lickable.

Her exclamation made Henry smile, "I don't know if it's wonderful, I kinda take the fun out of it by being competitive with myself and always trying to break my own personal best times. I like to get the heart-rate up and going. But it's not a bad habit to have, good for the heart."

Henry folded his arms and sat on the arm of her sofa. "I think I can manage it." He said, clearly clocking her nervous energy. "I think I've got the sleeping handled too, I don't need anything." Sleeping in his underwear would be fine. "I would like to use your shower in the morning if you don't mind. I'll make breakfast as a trade-off."

"Oh, that's fair. No, high school. But seriously, man, you don't gotta say sorry. If anything, I should feel complimented." Zeke gave a smirk as he spoke, feeling kind of glad that the other man thought he was a little older than his actual age. Was part of him hoping that Henry might have been interested in him? Silently, yes. But now that the truth was out, perhaps any potential would be gone. He knew that he shouldn't think like that, because Henry was a customer, but he was allowed a little inappropriate thought here and there, right?

"Oh? Okay then, if you're taking it that way." Henry chuckled. People were usually also surprised that Henry was actually 35. He'd accomplished a lot in his career that usually came way later on in years on the force, and had so much experience that his co-workers always assumed he was older, not by looks, but by reputation. Honestly, Henry's face had hardly changed at all since college, but his hair was shorter, and his body more built. He'd grown up in every sense of the word.

Thinking of this and his work, Henry replies; "As lame as it is, I'm a workaholic, married to the job, as they say. I don't have a lot of recreational downtime. But I like to play tennis, read, and I like to go out whenever I get the chance. I could go for a night out with anyone, but I haven't done much of that lately."

Was that hint a little too much? Maybe, but it didn't hurt to test the waters.

"N-No... No it's ok..." His voice trembled as he spoke, standing under that warm stream of water and letting it coat his entire body. He had never felt so cold in his life, not even when he had been struggling to find places to sleep when he was young. He knew that it would pass, but fuck it was freezing. He gave a small nod in response to the offer of help, unable to do anything besides find relief in the warm water.

Henry's eyes swooped over Jud's form, naturally, without even thinking. He'd never seen the priest more than shirtless before, much less in a towel and wet from the shower; damn. Then he looked away.

"Of course I was gonna help you, I can't have my partner in the paranormal up and dying on me." Henry offered him a smile and rubbed the back of his neck. "Do you feel better now?"

The events had shaken them, even Henry, with all his experience, hadn't seen a spirit so violent before. Perhaps there was something more to it. But even if there was, their jobs didn't change.

"That was scary, but it was scarier seeing you hurt. I think I'd be lost out here if anything ever happened to you." And Henry meant in general, not just investigating. Jud was a big part of his life now, which had happened by chance and was unexpectant.

But then came the call out from Jeanie and he sighed, before chuckling at the response from Henry.

"You know I can be dirty with the best of them." Henry reminded, and kissed Ollie's neck. They both knew that once they started, Henry's filthy mouth was a tool he used to make Ollie undone. His sweet/dirty talk was on point. Even if Ollie was the swearer in their relationship day to day.

Henry took Ollie's hand and placed it on his hardened cock, rubbing it up and down. "Yeah, that's a hard situation alright. And even though I instigated this, I'm blaming you." He smiled, beaming at the brunette. "You can head on down, if you're not as solid as I am, and I'll go splash some cold water on my face."

'That smile on Henry's face, the softness in it, that took Josh straight back to college. The blonde always had such a beautiful, gentle smile, and it had been one of the things that had drawn him in from the first time they met. That tenderness combined with the confidence that would come out when they were together... It was beautiful. He moved after Henry towards the kitchen, hearing the music that came on and pausing for a second. He couldn't help the way his lips turned up into a playful smirk, as if the damn universe were giving him a message. It was taking everything not to crowd Henry up against the counter and kiss him, but he held back because he knew he had to tread carefully.

It was always powerful between them. Josh was a magnet and Henry's heart (and his dick, if he was being honest) were made of metal. If Josh had made a move, Henry wouldn't deny him, and he cursed himself inside his head for this fact. Some things never changed. But even if his body craved his former lover, Henry wouldn't let his emotions pull him back in again.

There were times when Josh had been gentle, times when he'd looked out for Henry and always had his back. And it was impossible to ignore all the memories flooding back, as hard as he had tried to supress them. But there were also times when Josh was toxic, possessive, and hard to read. If Henry had been truly loved by him, he didn't know it.

"I don't know what to say to that, you're welcome I guess?" Henry turned with two plates in his hands with the steaks and sides, and placed them on the kitchen table. "I hope this is good enough. If there's a next time, we can go out, or I'll cook."

Looking forward to any 'next time' was a dangerous thing. Josh might be leaving town in a day for all Henry knew. "Please, sit."