22. Special K Figures Shit Out
Chapter twenty-two
Special K Figures Shit Out
I knocked on the door, completely unsure of myself and waited. I heard footsteps, and when the door opened, Doolittle stood barefoot, wearing an oversized T-shirt and basketball shorts. He looked sexier than anyone had a right to be. “Hey.”
“Hey, back. Come in.” He opened the door and moved back. It felt like a pivotal moment. I could turn away from him and everything we’d found or go inside. I wanted what was inside but for the first time, I was totally scared that what we had was only an echo of working together. Could we still have that and not be a team?
I took a deep breath and followed him in. He went into the living room, where bubble wrap was strewn across the floor and a few boxes had been set up. He was definitely packing. I looked in the box closest to me, and it was half full of wrapped items. Doolittle sat on the floor and cut a piece of bubble wrap.
“I, uh, brought some treats for Mr. Wiggums.” I held out the little bag, feeling awkward. “I don’t know if he likes these, but…”
Doolittle stared at me. I didn’t know what to do. I fidgeted and that wasn’t me. I feigned interest in an Egyptian statue of what looked like a woman with a cat’s head. Probably that goddess of cats he’d told me about.
“Hey. Come here.”
I looked at him then, blue eyes full of want. I took a step closer, and he reached for me. I dropped the treats and grabbed his hand. He pulled me even closer until I fell into his lap with a grunt, but then I was in his arms.
“That’s better.” Doolittle kissed the side of my head, my cheek, my nose, my lips.
He paused, and I leaned in, kissed him again and opened my mouth for him. He took the invitation, kissing me until I was utterly breathless. “I missed you, Doo.”
“Did you?”
“Yeah. I did. More than I expected to.”
He nuzzled under my ear. “Why’d you stay away so long?”
“Afraid. I said mean things, and I treated you badly. The longer I waited, the harder it was.” Facing up to mistakes could be painful, this was no different.
He slid his hands under my T-shirt and flicked a thumb over my nipple. “I don’t care about any of that. You know? I want you in my life. We can work the rest out.”
“Together?”
“No other way to do it.” He kissed me again, and this time, I shifted my leg around to straddle him.
I ran my hands into his thick, dark hair and met his smoldering gaze. “I love you, Doctor Henry Whitlock, code name Doolittle.”
“I love you too Kyler Copeland, code name Special K. My analyst.”
“Agent.” I smiled. “They promoted me to agent. I have a superpower.”
“I heard about that, smarty pants. Should have known you’d get the agent title to go with it. Any idea what your next assignment will be?”
I pressed my forehead to his. “I don’t want to talk about work right now. Can we not?”
“Of course.”
“Good.” I wanted less talk and more making out, so I kissed him, gripping his hair, demanding everything from him with my tongue and lips. The kiss grew desperate, and I bit his bottom lip. “More… need you.”
“Need you too. Missed you like crazy. Please don’t leave me again.”
“No, I won’t.” Oh, Gawd—I want him .
Doolittle leaned in and shifted us until I was lying on the floor on my back. He shoved a box out of the way and spread out on top of me. “Too many clothes.” We worked together to wiggle out of our shirts and shorts. I had to kick off my sneakers to get mine off, but soon we were skin on skin—home again.
He took our dicks in hand and, pressing them together, he writhed and moaned. I mirrored his pleasure and doubled the moaning. I couldn’t get enough of him. “Doo. This isn’t enough. We need lube.”
“I have some, but it’s gotta be different this time.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m, I, uh…I want you to fuck me. Can you do that, K?”
For a second, I didn’t know what to say. We hadn’t actually talked about who bottomed and who topped. I was a natural bottom. I never cared about switching it up.
“Say something?”
“Yes. Whatever you want.” So much for not being here for sex.
Doolittle sighed. Then blushed. “I took a shower before you got here. If you know what I mean.”
I flicked his nipple. “You prepped?”
He nodded, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Well, I’m not letting that go to waste. Get the lube.”
He turned and reached up to the crack between the couch cushions and pulled out a bottle. He shrugged. “I was hopeful.”
“Gimme.” I grabbed the lube from him and snicked it open to squirt a generous glob into my palm so I could slick up my finger. “If you want this, give me that ass.” When he turned around and stuck his butt in the air, I swatted it.
“Hey!”
I laughed. “I’ve got you, Doo.” Then, I took my time prepping him. Stroking in and out, fucking him with my fingers until he begged, and gibberish fell from his lips when I hit his prostate. “Think you’re ready, babe?”
“Yes Bastet help me, yes.”
“Bastet? Thought she was cats.”
Doolittle nodded. “And pleasure.”
I chuckled. “Should have known. That seems like a cat thing.”
“Shut up and fuck me, Ky.”
“Yes, sir.” I stroked my dick, adding more lube before lining up behind him. “Knees okay?”
“Yes, yes. Do it.”
With another smack to his ass, I pressed in. His channel gripped my cock like a warm and sticky glove. I’d never felt anything like it. Tentatively, I moved, thrusting my hips. Doolittle moaned. “You like?”
“Yeeees…”
I fucked him a little harder, grasping his hips. Knowing what I liked, I moved, trying to give him all I could. I wanted to show him how much I loved him, how sorry I was that I nearly ended this. We were good together on and off the field. If we couldn’t work together, we could still be something. Something spectacular.
“There, there…” Doolittle’s voice went up an octave. I had to admit I enjoyed making those noises come out of my lover. “Harder…” he gasped.
I obliged.
I fucked him fast and hard until I felt my orgasm barreling down on me. “Doo…oh… now…”
He snuck his arm underneath his body to stroke his cock. He pulled as hard and fast as I was fucking him, and when he grunted and shook, I exploded inside him.
After the cleanup, we crashed on the couch. “I haven’t packed the TV yet. Want to watch a movie?”
“Hmm…maybe. I don’t think we ever finished the dinosaurs.”
He wrapped his arms around me tighter. “What are we going to do?”
“Don’t know. Watch the movie. Fuck again. Did you order food?”
“That’s not what I meant, but yes. It’s in the kitchen.”
“Okay. I say we eat. Then talk about what we want. Careers. Where we’re going to live. All of it.”
“Deal.” He kissed me to seal it.