13. Doolittle Plays Hookey

Chapter thirteen

Doolittle Plays Hookey

T he best part of waiting on the rest of SPAM to figure out our case was getting to hang out with Kyler—Special K. And damn, I was actually a snuggler, but we were getting all the cuddling in, and I loved every second of it. We watched a stupid rom-com movie, did the snuggle-thing on the couch, and fell asleep together. I woke with him in my arms, and it felt so right.

K moved around and looked up at me with a sleepy face. "Hey…"

"Did I wake you? Sorry."

"Nah…I had to wake up to see who was staring at me anyway."

His snarky mouth was adorable. I leaned in and kissed him. "Want to go to bed? Or put on another movie?"

"Movie. And let's make popcorn. Let's watch something with more action though."

"Sure. I think we can do that. I'll go make popcorn." I handed him the remote. "You find something to watch."

When I returned with a big bowl of buttery goodness, K was sitting up with a scowl, and he wasn't flipping through movie choices. "Hey, what's going on?"

"I'm just thinking we should go into the office tomorrow and try and, I don't know, dig up something on these assholes."

"There's nothing we can help with. The team will find them. Here." I handed him the bowl and took the controller. I sat beside him and pressed our legs together.

"I know, but surely, I could do research or something. I feel useless."

"Not useless. You're entertaining me. Keeping me out of trouble." I laughed and kissed the side of his head. "How about this one?" I didn't want to keep talking about going to work. We weren't going in until they damn well called us. I was content to hide out with my K and seriously considered making that my life mission. Forget about SPAM and saving the world. We could wrap up in each other right here and be content.

"Fine. It's fine."

"You didn't even look what it is."

"It doesn't matter."

I grabbed some popcorn and tossed it in his face. "Stop."

"Oh, oh, oh. It is on." He grabbed a handful, flung it at me, and then hogged the bowl, still throwing kernels at me.

"Hey! No fair."

"All's fair, you know what they say." He laughed and darted behind the couch when I lunged at him.

"You'll eat those words."

He snickered, so I lunged again but only managed to trip over the foot of the sofa and land face down on the floor. When he laughed, I jumped up and chased him around the living room. Finally, I caught him, pouncing on him in the hallway. We rolled around a little and ended up with him on top of me. He picked some popcorn out of my hair. "Oops. Sorry." He smiled brightly. That was a lot better than his earlier pouting.

"Hmm…I don't think you're sorry."

"No." He slowly shook his head. "Not at all." Then he kissed me, tasting buttery, though I didn't know how he could have managed to eat any of the popcorn he had been tossing at me.

"Mm…" I kissed him again. He moved against me, providing friction to both our cocks. He held himself up with his arms and my hands were free to roam. I slid one hand up the inside of his t-shirt to rub over his smooth back. The other slid inside the elastic of his boxers. I rubbed around his shoulders and quickly found a nipple. I flicked it, then pinched it hard, making him hiss. "I have lube in that bathroom. Right there." I pointed to the door beside us. "But I don't think I have condoms. And I so want to see you ride me right now."

"Fuck." His face turned red, and he looked down, away from me.

"What is it? You don't have to be embarrassed. Are you, uh… Are you a virgin?"

"What? No. Oh, Gawd. It's just. I have, uh, condoms. Two of them. In my wallet." His blush returned, and I thought he was adorable. "I'm not a slut or anything. It's not like that. I mean, I didn't." His rambling was cute, but I very much wanted to know what the hell he was talking about.

"Kyler. Hey. What's going on?" I tipped his chin up so I could see his face. His eyes were stunning, and his shy smile made my stomach drop as if I were on a roller coaster.

He exhaled loudly. "Truth is. I haven't fooled around with anyone since my freshman year of college when my asshole ex cheated on me. I'm more of a relationship-type guy, you know? I like to get to know a person before I go all in, like sexually and all. And I haven't found anyone I was interested in before, but I was kind of hoping, you know, maybe I could meet someone at work."

"Me?"

He shrugged. "I always thought you were sexy, but I didn't really think this would happen. You know?"

I teased him with a sly grin and sing-songed, "You think I'm sexy. You think I'm sexy…"

K slapped my chest. "Shut up."

"Hey." I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him to me. "Come here. I think you're amazing. Sexy, fun, and so fucking smart. You blow me away every day." I kissed his head. "And I really, really want to fool around with you. So go get that condom and lube." I smacked his ass to get him going.

He stood, looking down at me. "And what are you going to do?"

I stuck my hand down my pants and grabbed my very hard cock. "Wait." And stroked it.

K made a strangled noise and dashed into the living room, apparently to find where he'd ditched his pants and wallet. In a moment, he rushed back to where I was still lying on the floor in the hall. He dropped two condoms on my chest and popped into the bathroom. I heard him rummaging around, fighting back the urge to tell him where to look. Finally, he slid back into the hall and plopped on top of me.

"Ugh. K!"

"Sorry. In a hurry." He raised his eyebrows. "Need you in me. Like now."

"Come here. Give me the lube." He handed me the bottle, and I maneuvered him over me so I could reach his hole. He slammed one of his hands against the closer of the two walls to hold himself up and he writhed while I prepped him. "Fuck. Did I mention how sexy you are?"

"N-No…"

I chuckled. "You're all blissed out like this. Sexy. So fuckable."

"Shut it." There was absolutely no heat to his words. In fact, quite the opposite. They sounded more like he'd said to fuck him. I was totally on board with that. "Enough. ‘nuff." He pushed my hand away and scooted down my body, grabbing my cock. He lined it up.

"Wait. More lube." I rubbed over the head of my wrapped cock and stroked it twice with my lubed hand. "Now go."

This time after he lined up, he slowly sank down, shoving my cock farther and farther inside him by the second until he was sitting on me, completely inside. "Amazing…" he sighed, and he was right. He was totally amazing. And hot.

"Ugh. I'm gonna die." I grabbed his hips like they were handles and moved him back up. So slowly.

He moaned loudly. Or was that me? Maybe both.

It didn't matter. Because he rode me for real after that. Up and down and how the hell did he even move around like that. Fucking hot. Was he a stripper in a previous life? He sure as fuck was working my pole like a star. A lot of random cussing came out of my mouth.

K moaned again. "So fucking good. Ah…" He wiggled around seductively, and his cock slapped against his stomach, so I grabbed it. My hand was still sticky with the leftover lube, so I stroked him, and his movements changed. He dropped the sensual dance and rode me hard. Up and down, grinding for all he was worth.

"Uh…Kyler…fuck. Make me come." He was going to make my head explode, maybe both of them. "Like that…like that." As I felt the orgasm rising, K's expression changed. His eyes fluttered, and his rhythm faltered, becoming jerky. Then he splashed hot cum all over my hand, and I came hard into the condom. I lost track of what he was doing because I was lost in the stars.

After cleaning up, by taking a long shower together, we eventually found our way back to the couch to check out the movie. Jurassic Park was cued up. "Dinosaurs? Really, Doolittle?"

"What. I like this one. It's classic."

"It's like watching the actual movie, Doctor Doolittle. Or how about Indiana Jones? Like these are all about you, right?"

I worked hard at keeping a straight face. "Those are good too, but this one has dinosaurs." The look he gave me was beyond skeptical, and I broke out laughing.

"You are so weird."

"Yep. Grab what's left of the popcorn and snuggle with me."

We settled down and watched for a while until K sighed loudly. "Still can't help thinking I should be doing more."

"Stop it."

"Don't tell me what to do."

I knew from our earlier talks that the death of his brother had etched itself on his soul, and he needed to be the hero. But I had needs too. "I'm sorry. I'm not trying to tell you what to do. But we should enjoy the time we have because once they get a line on the triplets, it's going to be all work until we're done."

"I feel like you're back to avoiding that."

"Avoiding what?"

"Trying. You don't put yourself into it. With work. It's like you're going through the motions and only what you have to do."

"Duh…" I couldn't deny it. When your choices are taken from you, it makes it hard to want to move forward. And I sucked at most things anyway.

"It's a classic fear of failure, but you're not going to succeed at anything if you don't try."

"What the hell?" He was hitting entirely too close to the truth.

"Yeah." He pulled away from me, and I instantly missed his heat. "I get it. Your past has made you extremely fearful of actually dedicating yourself to anything. But that's no way to live."

I threw my hands up. I honestly didn't want to analyze this. "K…I'm here, aren't I? I could actually do nothing. Collect my paycheck from SPAM and drink." I looked around my opulent living room. I had it furnished with expensive art, lush carpeting, and décor from all over the world, giving it a warm but most definitely rich feel. "This place doesn't put a dent in what I have. And none of it means a damn thing. Don't you get it? I need to make my mark as much as you do. Need to prove I can. But…"

"But what?"

"But the difference is that I don't believe I can or will. I will never be the hero you want me to be or the world expects of me. But you? Yeah, you're going to make a huge impact."

His eyes narrowed. "Are you being sarcastic?"

"No. Not at all. I'm telling the truth. Probably for the first time in my life."

He sighed again. He was doing that a lot. It made me feel like I couldn't even make him happy, but intellectually, I knew it had nothing to do with me. "Doolittle. You're wrong. Maybe not about me, but you're totally wrong about you." He looked at me with such trust and admiration. I hated continuing to argue. I didn't think I could. Maybe I'd try harder. For him. Because damned if I could actually be falling for nerdy, blue-security level K.