by Jerry Cole
“I bet they are.” Louise glanced over at Kyron, and she jerked away from Eric quickly. “I... I’d better head home. I promised Mom I’d go see her, let her know I really am okay.”
“Okay.” Eric straightened up. “Stay safe, Louise.”
“I will.”
Louise paused. Then she approached Eric, cupping his face in her hands. Kyron could only watch in stunned amazement as she stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him, very close to his mouth. Eric looked equally stunned. He barely moved as Louise eased back, giving him a smile.
“If you change your mind about girls, you know my number.”
Eric was still staring as Louise left the room, giving Kyron one last quick glance before she ducked into the hallway. Kyron moved into the doorway and watched as she left, closing the door behind her. Then he turned to Eric, who was still staring where Louise had been.
“Eric?”
“Huh?” Eric blinked, and then shook himself. “What just happened?”
“I think Louise Lakin was trying to come on to you.” Kyron grinned. “And you look like a deer in headlights.”
“You think it’s funny?”
“A little bit.” Kyron walked over to him. “Think you would have considered her if you were straight?”
“I don’t know, and I’m not straight.” Eric sighed and rubbed his eyes. “Fuck, this has been one weird day. I need some coffee?”
“I think I’ve drunk more coffee when I’m with you than any other time.”
“Might as well keep the habit.” Eric flicked the coffee machine on. “Is it bad to say that I’m starving.”
“Not really.” Kyron’s stomach growl almost on cue. “I’ll make dinner. I’m sure I can find a few things.”
“No, you’re not.”
“What?”
Eric pointed at Kyron.
“My home. I make dinner. You are demoted to sous chef.”
Kyron was taken back. There was an authority streak in Eric he didn’t realize existed. And he found that he liked it. Grinning, he stepped back.
“Yes, sir.”
Chapter Seven
Kyron was surprised. Eric hadn’t been much of a chef, either. His efforts at making toast were just as good as Kyron’s. He could put something in the oven to cook, but he balked at doing anything other than open the packet.
Now Eric was looking right at home in the kitchen, chopping up vegetables and ducking chicken in seasoned bread crumbs. Kyron could only stare as Eric made their meal like he was the head chef in a five-star restaurant.
There was a flair to him Kyron hadn’t seen in a while. It was like Eric had found a zest for something in his life again. Kyron tried not to watch too much. He had been ordered to peel the potatoes before putting them in oven to bake and broil. Eric had well and truly taken charge.
Kyron wasn’t keen on being the more submissive one, but with Eric it seemed perfectly natural. He liked it.
Soon, the food was done, and Eric served it to Kyron at the dining table. Kyron’s mouth was watering as he looked at the sight.
“This looks good.”
“It’ll be better once you start eating it,” Eric chuckled as he sat on the adjacent side. “It’s not meant to be for staring at.”
Kyron picked up his fork and began to eat. It was delicious. He didn’t think Eric had it in him. The southern fried chicken was making his mouth tingle, the roast potatoes were crispy on the outside and fluffy on the inside, and the vegetables were cooked to perfection.
“When did you learn to cook?” Kyron asked as he started to wolf down his food. “You hated cooking as much as I did as kids.”
“I had a lot of time on my hands.” Eric sipped at his water. He was eating a little more steadily. “Grandma taught me. She said I needed to look after myself and one of the best ways to do it was to eat properly, which meant I had to learn how to cook. No more shoving things from the box into the oven.”
Kyron grinned.
“I bet you still rebel at times.”
“I’m almost back to how I was, but I still do this every now and then.” Eric gestured at their plates. “Cooking for one is not as satisfying as cooking for two.”
“Well, you’ve got one satisfied customer here.” Kyron reached for his water. “I’m very impressed.”
Eric simply smiled in return. They ate in silence, but it was a comfortable one. Neither needed to fill the air with conversation, and Kyron liked that. When he had been on dates, the girls always wanted to talk. If it was silent for more than five seconds, they would start to worry that something was wrong. He didn’t get to enjoy his food as much.
Eric seemed to be of the same mindset. It was odd that they clicked in that way. Maybe Kyron should have explored his sexuality a bit more and tried dating guys. That might have been more interesting. Then again, none of them would have been Eric. Eric was something else.
They finished their meals and Eric took the plates back into the kitchen. Kyron followed, leaning on the counter as Eric stacked the dishwasher. His sweater had ridden up, revealing the flesh of his lower back and the edge of his boxers. Tasteful. Kyron had a sudden urge to lick at the bare skin.
“Any news on earlier?”
Kyron started. Eric was staring at him. Realizing he had been openly admiring Eric and hadn’t heard a word, Kyron cleared his throat. He reached into his pocket and brought out his cell phone.
“I haven’t heard it go off.” He checked his messages. “Nothing from work, either. The reports will start coming in tomorrow, I’m sure.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means we just have to sit tight for now.”
Eric grimaced. He shut the dishwasher door and turned away, rubbing his arms.
“Just fucking brilliant. I hate being cramped up. It reminds me of those slasher movies.”
“This isn’t a horror movie, Eric. We’re not being infested by a deadly virus or fight zombies.”
“It might as well be a horror movie.” Then Eric brightened up. “Seeing as we’ve got lots of time, do you want to watch a horror movie? I think I’m due a few scares that aren’t ones I’ve seen in real life.”
Kyron shuddered. He wasn’t a fan of horror. He had seen them, but they didn’t sit well with him. Action and thrillers were more his thing. For someone who dealt with a lot of horrors at work, Kyron wasn’t interested in watching scares, supernatural or real.
He followed Eric through the house and into the living room, watching as Eric scanned his DVD collection, shelved up on the far wall. It looked like he owned every horror movie ever made.
“I don’t get how you can enjoy horror,” he grumbled.
“It’s just make-believe, something that isn’t going to just jump out and grab you.” Eric shot him a grin over his shoulder. “You’re still scared of the dark, aren’t you?”
“Of course I’m not!”
“Liar.”
Kyron scowled.
Eric’s grin widened. “I know what we’re going to start with.” He plucked a DVD off the shelf and headed toward the TV. “I’ll have you converted shortly.”
“I doubt it,” Kyron grumbled as he sat.
Eric laughed as he loaded the DVD and closing the player.
“Let’s find out.”
***
Eric hadn’t planned on trying to seduce Kyron—not tonight, anyway—but as he sat beside Kyron, sprawled across the couch while heroine tried to keep herself and her friends alive from the . Eric found himself watching Kyron instead of the movie. Kyron sat at the far end of the couch, upright with his hand clutching onto the arm of the couch, eyes focused straight at the TV. He looked like he wanted to run away but couldn’t bring himself to movie.
He really was scared. It was odd to see such a big, strong man like Kyron Horton to be scared. Then again, some movies weren’t about supernatural things you could put aside and say it was just make-believe. The bad guy was all that. A bad guy. And dangerous.
Eric wondered how many t
imes Kyron had gone to arrest a bad guy, and it had gone to hell. How many times he had put his life in danger to get a result? Far too many times for Eric count, or even think about.
He gently nudged Kyron with his foot.
“You okay over there, Kyron?”
“What does it fucking look like, Eric?”
“You can leave the room, if you want.”
Kyron’s jaw tightened.
“And prove that I can’t watch a horror movie. No chance.”
This was just like high school again. They always dared each other to do things. Eric dared Kyron to watch a horror movie, and Kyron dared Eric to figure out the twists in one of his shows. Eric often won. Kyron looked like he was determined to win this time.
Eric grinned and shifted across, leaning into Kyron.
“Maybe I can be a bit of distraction for you?” he whispered into Kyron’s ear. “Make it a bit more bearable.”
Kyron had stiffened. But he hadn’t moved away.
“What…” He swallowed. “What did you have in mind?”
Eric knew he was pushing it. But he was aching to touch him. He reached out and touched Kyron’s solid chest, sliding his fingers down and over his belly. Kyron hissed and his whole body stiffened as Eric’s hand brushed over his crotch.
“What are you doing?”
Eric was almost distracted by what he was touching. Kyron’s erection was big. Very big. His cock twitched under Eric’s hand when he instinctively tightened his hold. Kyron gasped and pressed into Eric’s palm. His hand on the couch was gripping it tightly, and Eric could hear his breathing quickening.
He was aroused. And he wanted Eric. Eric took a moment of courage and rose up, sitting across Kyron’s lap. He could feel Kyron’s erection pressing against his backside, and it made Eric catch his own breath. To have that cock inside him. Wow.
“Eric?” Kyron was now panting as Eric started tugging at his t-shirt, pushing it up his chest. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” Eric grinned and he scraped his nails down Kyron’s belly. His muscles flexed and Kyron hissed. “I’m undressing you.”
Kyron looked like he wanted to argue, but he didn’t stop Eric from pushing his arms up. He lifted them while Eric pulled his t-shirt off. Eric tossed it aside and stared at Kyron’s bare chest. He was better than when Eric spied on him in the locker room. Fuller, more muscular.
He leaned over and kissed Kyron’s jaw, licking down to his neck and then his shoulder. Then he scraped his teeth over Kyron’s skin. Kyron gasped and his hands tightened on Eric’s hips.
“Eric, you need to stop.”
“Why?”
“I’m…” Even as he tried to protest, Kyron was tugging Eric closer. His hands were shoving under Eric’s sweater, his rough hands touching Eric’s bare back. “I’m on duty...and my job is to keep you safe, not fuck you.”
With the way he was touching Eric, Eric could see he was already starting to waver on his mindset. Eric sat up and pulled off his sweater, dropping it onto the floor. Kyron was staring at his chest with his mouth open and his eyes wide. Then he licked his lips. Eric sniggered and slid off Kyron’s lap, standing in front of him. Kyron was doing a really good job of showing that he was up for this, in spite of his protests.
“You know, Kyron, you’re not doing very well in telling me to fuck off, you don’t want me.”
“That’s the problem.” Kenny was panting, his hands clenched into fists on his thighs. “I do. Too much. But this is the wrong time.”
“When is anything ever the right time?” Eric undid his best and pushed his boxers and jeans down, kicking them aside. “Besides, who’s going to know?”
“I would.”
Kyron was still trying to protest, but now he was openly staring at Eric’s cock. The arousal in his expression was enough to send a shiver up Eric’s spine. He fisted his cock and stroked it, watching Kyron licking his lips. He couldn’t wait to have Kyron’s mouth around his cock.
That will come later, Eric thought. Right now, I have to Kyron himself.
He went onto his knees and started undoing Kyron’s pants. Kyron didn’t push him away, lifting his hips as Eric pulled his pants down. His boxers went with them, and his cock sprang free. He was bigger than Eric thought. He was as wide as he was long.
Eric’s ass tightened as he thought about taking that big cock inside him.
Leaving Kyron’s pants around his knees, Eric reached out and stroked Kyron’s cock. Kyron gasped, and his cock flexed in Eric’s hand. Eric grinned and rose up on his knees.
“You need to ignore the rules for once, Sailor.”
“Fuck you.”
“God, yes, please.”
He licked the tip of Kyron’s cock, hearing Kyron gasp. He tasted really good. Eric angled his head and slid his mouth over Kyron’s dick, taking him in until his lips touched the base. The tip of his cock tickled at the back of Eric’s throat, almost making him gag, but he withdrew before he could do so.
Eric had planned to go slow, savor Kyron’s taste. But from the way Kyron was groaning, grabbing onto his head and pushing him down, Eric couldn’t do that. He started to pick up the pace, sliding his tongue over the soft, warm skin and tightening his lips around the hard shaft.
Fuck, he tasted so good.
Kyron was now lifting his hips, thrusting into Eric’s mouth. Eric managed to look up and saw Kyron’s head falling back, his eyes closed. Then he opened his eyes and looked at Eric. Eric saw the stunned amazement in his eyes. Giving his cock one final lick, he eased back, still stroking Kyron’s cock.
“Have you ever fucked a guy?” Eric asked.
“What makes you think I haven’t?”
“Your reaction. Like you never expected it to be this good.”
Kyron grunted. “Cocky bastard. But no, I haven’t. Attraction is as far as it’s gone.”
“Then you’re in for a treat.” Eric rose to his feet, giving Kyron’s cock one last squeeze before withdrawing. “I love breaking a guy in.”
He went over to the bookcase, picking out a box he had on the shelf. Then he brought it back to the couch, placing it on the coffee table as he opened it. Kyron’s breathing was getting faster as Eric brought out a bottle of lube, along with a condom. Then Eric paused.
Eric gave the condom to Kyron and opened the bottle. “I want you to fuck me.”
Kyron groaned. “Would you stop talking and do it already?”
Eric grinned. He rolled the condom down Kyron’s cock, squirted some lube into his hand and then slathered it over Kyron’s. Wiping his hand on the couch, Eric clambered up and sat on Kyron’s lap. Kyron’s hands slid up Eric’s sides.
“Are we really doing this?”
“Yep.” Eric leaned in, his mouth inches from Kyron’s. “Eleven years too late.”
“Eleven years?”
Eric reached between them and took Kyron’s cock, shifting up and pressing the tip at his asshole.
“Let’s just say this was a regular fantasy when we were in high school.”
“You mean—"
Kyron was abruptly cut off as Eric started to press down onto his cock. Eric gasped and gripped onto Kyron’s shoulders as he lowered himself. He hadn’t had sex in a while, and Kyron’s cock was much wider than he was used to. The momentary flash of pain shot through him, and then it disappeared as the pleasure took over. Eric could hardly breathe.
“Fuck, Eric!”
Kyron was gripping onto his hips. Then he bucked upward, his cock sliding fully into Eric’s ass. Eric shuddered, tugging Kyron up. Kyron took charge of the kiss, his tongue mashing against Eric’s as he clutched Eric to him. He tasted of spice and coffee. Eric felt a Kyron’s teeth scrape against his lips, and he instinctively clenched his ass around Kyron’s cock. Kyron broke off, panting hard.
“Shit, Eric. You’re so tight.”
“You like?”
“Fuck, yes.”
Eric pushed him back, pinning him against the couch.
He grinned as he started to lift his hips.
“You’re going to love this bit.”
Kyron groaned as Eric eased back down. Eric found himself joining in, pleasure rippling up his belly and through his body. If he had known fucking Kyron would be this good, he would have found Kyron years ago. This was amazing.
Eric had planned to go slow, make the most of it, but he could feel his orgasm already building. It wouldn’t take long before he exploded. He took Kyron’s hand and placed it on his cock.
“Stroke me. I want to cum when you do.”
“Don’t take too long.” Kyron gasped as he began stroking Eric’s cock. “It won’t take much.”
“Good.”
It didn’t take much before Eric was riding Kyron, his ass stretching to accommodate Kyron’s cock. It was incredible. And Kyron’s hand on his cock was tugging his orgasm further toward the edge. He leaned back and rested his hands on Kyron’s knees, rolling his hips.
“Fuck!” Kyron gasped, his hand stalling on Eric’s cock. “Eric!”
Eric could hardly speak. He was so close. Kyron twisted his hand around Eric’s shaft, and that tipped Eric off the edge. He came, his whole body feeling like it was exploding into a ball of flame. He could feel his cock emptying his seed onto Kyron’s hand, splashing across the man’s belly. Moments later, Kyron let out a shout and thrust deep into Eric’s ass. His cock twitched, and Eric felt it when Kyron came. His ass was throbbing, clenching onto the wide cock still wedged inside, but that just set off more shivers through Eric. It felt good. Really good.
He could get used to this.
He collapsed onto Kyron, resting his forehead on Kyron’s shoulder. Kyron was breathing heavily, his hands shaking as he stroked Eric’s back.
“Is it always like that?”
Eric managed to lift his head, pressing a kiss to Kyron’s mouth.
“Not as good as that.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Eric stroked Kyron’s head. “You okay?”
“Fucking great.” Kyron’s eyes were wide. He looked stunned. “Would it be greedy if I said I wanted to do that again?”
“You ignoring the rules now?”
“Fuck the rules.”
Eric grinned as he tugged Kyron up for a kiss.
