10. Doolittle Figures Shit Out Fast

Chapter ten

Doolittle Figures Shit Out Fast

F uck, this situation couldn't get worse. I saw it coming from across the street. Panic crawled up my throat, but I swallowed it back and ran. I grabbed K by the arm and pulled him away from the drive. I shook him and practically dragged him away and toward that stupid little car he had parked around the corner. He was acting incredibly stupid for such a smart man.

I pushed him against the car and looked at his slack face. I palmed his cheek. "K? K. Speak to me."

At first, he didn't, and it was enough to be able to name the fear that had been clinging to me. Fear of losing him. I was shaken, so I shook him. Then I leaned in and kissed him.

When I pulled away, he looked stunned but no longer under any hypnotic influence. "Did you kiss me?"

I grumbled a little. "That's what you're focusing on? Are you okay?"

"Okay?" His eyebrows pinched together, and tiny wrinkles popped out across his forehead.

"Yeah. You almost got caught back there. In fact…" I peered around behind me. There was commotion going on, but that would be SPAM. I sure as hell hadn't come alone. In fact, I called in and told April exactly what was happening as soon as I figured it out. Thankfully, she had my back. "They're going in."

"Going in? Who?"

"Are you okay to drive? You're not, are you?"

He shook his head. "I'm not sure what happened."

"Give me your keys."

"What? No."

"Damn it. K. You're important to me. You almost got caught, kidnapped. Again. And you are not okay to drive. Give me the damn keys and let's get you back to HQ."

He handed over the keys and walked around to the other side of the car, mumbling under his breath the entire time. When we were in and seat belted, which was strangulating me for sure, I turned the key and headed back. We hadn't gotten to the highway before he asked, "How did you know to come here?"

I huffed. "I left shortly after you did. I thought about our conversation and where we left things. I don't think you understand how I really feel about you."

"Maybe more now."

"No." I shook my head. "I still don't think you do. But that's okay. We'll work through this."

"Okay. But that doesn't answer my question."

I cracked the window open. It was getting stuffy. Or was that me? "Yeah, so…I went to the basement, and you weren't there. So I wondered what you were doing. I couldn't pull your work up, so I sort of guessed what you might have been doing and knowing how smart you are, I figured you found something."

"I did."

"Obviously, but why the hell you went there by yourself—"

"I only wanted proof that I was right, then I was going to call you."

"Thankfully, I called down to the motor pool."

"Yeah, uh, thanks. I don't know what would have happened." He still seemed shaky.

"I don't even want to think about it. But. We need to know what's going on. Everyone was warned about the hypnosis, but I don't think they get it." I tapped K's thigh. "Call SPAM and see what's going on."

"Okay." He dug his phone out of his pocket and dialed. "Hi, April." He rattled off the case number like he'd had it memorized. I wouldn't even know where to find that number. Then he responded to April, who was obviously on the other end. "Uh-huh. Yeah. I see…Uh-huh…"

Though that didn't help me at all, not to mention it was annoying. "What? What?"

He ignored me, continuing his one-way conversation.

"Put it on speaker phone, for crying out loud."

"Okay. Thank you, April. Yes, we're on our way." He hung up and sighed. "It was a bust. They got away."

"How does that keep happening?"

"I suspect they're hypnotizing everyone."

"That's some pretty powerful shit."

"Yeah. That's why everything on the terrible triplets is called off until they can get a handle on this."

We were quiet for a while, each thinking about this case and what that meant, until I finally pulled into the garage. "So what now?"

"April said they want to examine me. See if they can figure out how the hypnosis works."

"What? Like reverse engineering?"

I parked the tiny clown car and got out, practically falling on the ground as I unfolded my legs. I stretched and bent over to pop my back. "Ugh. That sucks. Don't ever get this one again."

"I didn't pick it."

"Whatever. Come on." We walked toward the door. "So what are they going to do to you?"

"Don't know."

"Well, find out before you agree to it. If it's too invasive, you can say no."

"I guess, but we need to do this. We have to figure out a way around the hypnosis. We have no evidence. No capture. No way of getting it now. Damn. I screwed this up. Screwed everything up, so I have to do this. They could go out and capture a whole new batch of victims!" He threw his hand in the air.

I hated seeing him distraught over this. Yeah, he screwed up and almost got himself kidnapped or killed, but it wasn't the end of the world. I grabbed him and pulled him into a hug. "You have a huge heart, K."

"Yeah, whatever. Maybe you wouldn't say that if you knew everything about me."

"Maybe. Maybe not. You don't know."

He huffed. "Let's go get this testing done."

The testing went way into the night. I swear SPAM never closed and they had scientists, agents, and staff on call twenty-four-seven. I guess they needed to. Crime never slept, but I did, and so did K. It was nearly three in the morning when he finally came out of the testing and fell into my arms. Well, that part I kind of loved but not the reason why. K was exhausted. "Did they at least figure something out?"

"Don't know."

A doctor, or perhaps simply a SPAM agent in a white lab coat, followed behind K. "It's going to take a while before we get any results. But Special K here is a real trooper. Go get him into bed." He patted K's shoulder. I liked his suggestion but did not like him touching K. That jealous streak was irrational, but there all the same.

Wrapping my arm around him, I directed K toward the door. "Thanks," I mumbled on the way out.

"Call me when you get something," K added.

Then we walked the ten minutes or so to my house. "You know," K said as we headed through the courtyard. "This is an incredible building." He motioned around. "All the plants. And stuff."

"Calming. Right?"

"Mmmm…" He leaned on my shoulder as we headed up in the elevator. "Where we going?"

"My apartment."

"Why?"

"You're exhausted. And I need to keep an eye on you." He started to protest, but the doors opened, and I pulled him down the hall.

"Can I pet Mr. Wiggums? He's so cute."

"If he's around, yes." I directed him into my room, and helped him undress down to his underwear, then put him in the bed. "Get some sleep."

"What about you?"

"I don't sleep that much."

"I'd sleep better if you were here." K patted the bed.

"Fine." I stripped down to my T-shirt and boxers and crawled in beside him, knowing it would be impossible to sleep like that. Next to his warm body. My cock was getting hard thinking about it. I figured I'd stay until he was asleep, then crash on the couch, where I wouldn't be so tempted.

But that was a stupid idea that wasn't going to happen. As soon as I was in bed, K wrapped himself around me like an octopus with a fish—or whatever the fuck they ate. He nuzzled under my neck and then fell asleep. I couldn't move for fear of waking him. He was still the most annoying man in the world.

And damn, if I couldn't think of anywhere else I'd rather be.

Morning came, and with it, all the awkwardness I suspected we would have when waking up next to each other. Our legs were tangled together, and K still had a death grip on my arm. "Oh. Uh, sorry…" he said, suddenly scooting over.

I followed him, wrapping around him. "For what?"

"Oh, Gawd. Did we? Uh, did we do, uh, anything?"

"Do anything?"

"Yeah. You know anything like sex-anything?" He lifted an eyebrow adorably.

"No, K. You were exhausted. I wasn't taking advantage of that. Besides," I let him go, and he breathed in deeply, "I don't even know your real name."

"Oh. Yeah. I know yours, though. Hardly seems fair, Doctor Henry Whitlock…"

"Totally, not fair…who are you?" I turned on my side so I could see him better.

K propped up on one elbow, facing me. "Kyler Copeland. Kyler with a K, obviously, but Copeland with a C. Sounds alliterative but technically, it's not. Well, I guess it is. I don't know. It sounds dumb." He put his face into the pillow.

"It doesn't." I rubbed his back. "I like it almost as much as Special K."

"That's a little stupid too."

"No. It isn't. I like it. And you are. Special, I mean. And I swear you are no sidekick." I tickled him until he laughed and squirmed, and then he ended up in my arms. "This case wouldn't even have been found. It would have sat in the archives forever. We would have made zero progress on it without you. The only thing I did was talk to the bird and drive the car."

"You did more than that."

"Did I? Really? What?" He didn't say anything, peering up at me shyly. "It doesn't matter."

"I think we make a good team when we're not competing." K leaned up, getting right in my face. "It shouldn't be a competition. Not between us."

"Agreed." I cupped his cheeks with my hands on both sides of his face and stared into his sleepy, green eyes. "What we should be doing is more kissing."

His eyes fluttered as he eased closer, and I found his lips with mine. They brushed together sweetly. It was so much better than the rushed fumble the day before, especially when K opened his mouth for me. I slid my tongue between his plush lips and into his hot, juicy mouth. He flicked his tongue against mine. No competition here. Merely gently rubbing, feeling around, and getting to know each other.

I moved my hands from his face to his hair. I'd wanted to mess it up since I first laid eyes on him. His hands were on my chest, controlling his balance. My cheeks started to burn from rubbing our stubble against each other. I pulled back, peering up at him and waiting for him to open his eyes. When they flickered open, I smiled at the sight. His eyes were a stunning shade of deep green, but only around the edges since his pupils were totally blown. "You're beautiful."

"Shh…"

"I mean it." I kissed him again quickly, mostly to shut him up. But then our hands started wandering, and I flipped us around. He explored under my T-shirt and over my chest, defining my pecs before flicking my nipples. In turn, I grabbed his ass, squeezing his plump cheeks. None of this was what I needed, enjoyable as it was. But my cock was hard and demanding so much more.

"I'm not sure if we should…"

"Should what, K?"

"You know…"

"I'm only going to do what you want. If you say stop, it stops. Okay?"

He nodded and kissed along my neck, sending chills racing along my spine and right into my hardening cock. I couldn't remember a time it had been this hard. I thrust forward, hips slowly pivoting, pushing my cock against him, seeking him out, and needing so much more.

K moaned and stretched his head back, making room for my mouth. He thrust against me in reciprocation, telling me he wanted more. Unless he said stop, I was giving him what he wanted and what I wanted too. I slid my hand down into his tight underwear, his skin hot against my palm. Reaching his cock, I gave it a squeeze. K hissed. "Feels so good."

"Maybe less clothes?" I gave his cock one slow stroke, then hooked my fingers around the band of his underwear and started tugging.

"Yeah, yeah, good idea." K wiggled his slim hips as I pulled the cloth away over his ass and down his legs. Everything about him drove me wild. From his sexy, lithe body to his floppy hair, now hanging over his eyes. I pushed that lock out of his face, and he opened those gorgeous eyes. And smirked at me. And even that made me hornier. "Take yours off too." His voice was whisper soft and pleading.

"Yeah." I smiled as I worked my briefs off. Kicking them to the end of the bed. "Now. Come here."

Our naked bodies rubbed against each other, cocks bumping, hands sliding. He was in my arms where I wanted him. Safe. Warm. Giving.

I slid my hand down his back, cupped his ass cheek, and pulled him even closer to me. I wanted to growl and claim him. My brain started chanting mine-mine-mine . But I didn't want to scare him, so I simply moaned when our cocks rubbed against each other. K took us both in hand and, pushing our cocks together, he fucked into the space his hands created against my cock. Tunneling in and out, faster and faster, the friction growing. His fingers squeezed. "Ah, ah…Henry…"

Hearing my real name on his lips in the throes of passion was everything.

Everything I never thought I would ever have. It cracked through the lonely shell I'd built around my heart.

"Oh, gods of Egypt." I leaned in and sucked his neck, trying to stave off my orgasm, wanting this to last, but it wasn't working. "Kyler…" I tasted his name, but that sweet honey scent from him made me lick along his neck, wanting to taste all of him.

"Fuck. Going to…going…" He grunted and shook, pressing against me. His hot spunk shot out between us, making the extreme friction slick. I thrust my hips, coating it with his cum. And I exploded all over him.

I sighed. My chest felt hollow. Not empty but waiting for more.

"So good." K snuggled in close.

I'd never been a snuggler, but I thought it was probably because I never really had the chance. But here it was in front of me now, and I was taking it. Everything K gave me, I would accept. So I squeezed him a little, rubbed his back, and kissed the top of his head. "It is. Very good."