"He gets me off, I get him off."
I could tell that Judge JibberJabber had been annoyed by our initial exchange, but I didn't care ... I knew Denny Crane would 'get me off' ... he had never lost a case in his long career, and I had to be confident that his record would stand. But there were times throughout the trial that I had been worried, and Denny had noticed ... Denny notices everything, even when he doesn't let on that he's noticed.
But this time he did, and assured me that worry was inevitable ... after all, as we get older, our priorities change. All true, perhaps, but oddly enough, even when I feared that my law career might come to an end, I was more concerned over Denny ... how he would take losing a case ... especially my case.
I had been deeply touched when he reminded me that, no matter what happened, at the end of the day, I'd still have him. As many times as we had been there for one another, it was nice to hear those words from him ... and realize that he was thinking only of me, and not how this outcome could effect him, or his career.
Luckily for both of us, he came trough for me in the end ... literally pulling this one out of his ass. Hell, only Denny Crane could get away with dropping trou, and sticking his bulls-eye-painted-boxershort-clad-ass in the juries face to get me off. Mad Cow, or not, he's still the master.
And speaking of getting me off ... that little scene in the courtroom nearly did me in. Thank god I was seated, and had time to recover before anyone noticed. Or so I thought ... apparently, Denny had noticed, although he didn't let on until quite late that night.
I had been in bed, thinking over his comment about always being faithful to me. It had struck me rather odd, seeing that since we had 'slept together' he had not only gotten married, screwed around with a cocktail waitress, and divorced -- all in a matter of a few hours -- but continued to chase anything young and in a skirt, and encouraged me to do the same.
But then I realized that his idea of faithfulness wasn't about sex -- as we hadn't actually had any -- it was about 'being there' for one another, no matter what. That realization made me smile, and think of all the times that we had been there for one another.
I found myself once again getting aroused, as I visualized Denny baring his ass earlier today. Just then, Denny walked into my room, and hit the light switch. "Thinking about the closing today?" he asked, as he crossed to the bed, and sat down beside me.
I felt myself blush, as I rolled to my side, in an effort to hide my arousal from him, although it was obviously too late. After all, I had been lying on my back, clad only in a thin pair of boxers without a blanket or even a sheet to cover myself. "How'd you know?" I finally managed to ask, fighting the urge to reach out and pull him down beside me.
"Come on, man," Denny said with a smile, and much to my surprise, he reached out and cupped my face as he continued, "you had quite a stiffy when I returned to the table. Don't try to deny it."
"I won't ... but I didn't think you had noticed," I said, and then covered his hand with my own, turned my head slightly, and kissed his palm. "Denny," I continued, "I know you're not comfortable with this ... so ..."
But my words were cut off by his mouth covering mine in a kiss. It was, at first, a very chaste kiss ... somewhat tentative. I felt myself relaxing into it, and soon so did Denny. After an eternity, Denny pulled away. The loss of his touch was physically painful to me, and it took all of my effort not to pull him down beside me on the bed.
I opened my mouth to say something -- I'm not sure what -- but Denny held up a hand to silence me. "Alan," he began, then stood beside the bed, and untied his robe, as he continued, "I noticed ... and when I realized why ... well, I got a stiffy myself."
Denny's robe fell open, and I smiled. Clad only in boxers and a t-shirt, Denny was beautiful ...at least to me. "Shall we get each other off?" he asked, as I scooted over to let him lie beside me on the bed.
"We always do," I replied ... and smiled, knowing that this time it was simply for pleasure ... not survival.
~the end
"We're flamingos."
"Don't ask, don't tell."