<strong> Andrew and Johnny in the Den</strong><br/><br/>The smoke from the hookah filled the air, making strange and most beautiful patterns, so beautiful, the scent was more than intoxicating and Johnny offered some to Andrew. They were in a private room it was red velvet and dark wood, and the smoke seemed to linger and permeate the very walls of this place.<br/><br/>The inspector offered Andrew another smoke on the pipe and smiled kissing his forehead as he did; he then nuzzled into his neck as rather stoned hands and awkward fingers tried to find the buttons on Andrews’s shirt. Being with this man was helping Johnny stop the madness he had seen in his head. The madness he knew was now in the city, the horrors that were to come had been too much for him.<br/><br/>Charlotte might have been a help but he wanted to be close to another man not a woman, his hand started to stroke Andrews’s thigh as the other tried to help him out of his clothes. Though he was not exactly expert at this, however he did continue kissing and nuzzling with the young man, his stubble was rough though not unpleasant.<br/><br/>“Be careful…” he mumbled as another kiss was offered…<br/>