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While it wouldn’t have taken a genius to figure out what he needed, he was still grateful that Vikash was quicker than most. He leveled himself up on one arm to give himself room and wrapped his free hand around their dueling erections. Enough pre-cum had leaked from both of them to provide a bit of slick and Vikash rolled both foreskins back and forth as he began to pump. The strong grip around Kyle’s cock had him bucking under Vikash, his overloaded nerves almost sending him screaming.
“Are you…?”
“Close? Oh, hell yes.” Kyle hissed through his teeth as Vikash tightened his grip and started pumping faster. “Damn it, Kash, just a little, just…”
“Faster? Harder?” Vikash panted out.
“Yes. Everything, ohholy fuck,” Kyle cried out as the tightening in his balls reached overwound spring state, his orgasm hitting like a two-by-four between the eyes. He was sure the neighbors heard him bellowing, maybe more of a banshee shriek than a manly bellow, but he really didn’t care.
Vikash’s strokes reached frantic as he raced to join Kyle, his own sounds softer, but somehow more desperate in their strangled, dearly bought lower volume. Heavy ropes of spunk splashed Kyle’s chest, warm and sticky and smelling of brine and male andKash. Sure, Kyle might have whimpered a couple of times, too sensitive in the aftershocks with Vikash still touching him, stroking him. He wasn’t so macho that he’d deny it.
And Vikash? He had the damn nerve to snicker.
“What the hell is so funny?”
“I was just thinking,” Vikash panted out. He sat back on his heels as Kyle lowered his legs, tracing lazy designs in the cum on Kyle’s chest.
“Yeah? What were you thinking?”
“I was thinking.” Vikash stopped to make that choked laugh sound again. “You weren’t terribly quiet. What if the neighbors called the police?”
“Okay, fine. That’s kinda funny.”
Kyle held out his arms and let Vikash fall into them, surprised that he allowed it because of all the sticky. For a few moments, well into the scenes in Moria on the television, Vikash still snickered. Kyle contented himself with holding Vikash close and stroking his hair until he’d calmed down from whatever weird fit of nerves or relief or whatever it was he was having.
“We should probably clean up and stuff.” Kyle hated be the one to say it, but if he got too comfortable, he’d fall asleep. If he fell asleep, he’d have to rush back home in the morning since he still didn’t have a spare anything at Vikash’s.
When he reached for the remote, though, Vikash caught his arm. “Not yet. Movie’s not over.” He nestled in more comfortably, reached over Kyle to pull the coffee table closer with its food and laid his head on Kyle’s shoulder. “Just stay. Please?”
He stayed. With his heart fighting between expanding with joy and cracking from grief, because this was getting to be a worse idea all the time for him, he stayed and tried not to think about previous relationships his boyfriends didn’t want publicly acknowledged, or how bad an idea it was to get involved with your partner no matter what the circumstances.
Kyle pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and settled it over both of them, an unsettled feeling in the pit of his stomach as they watched Gandalf fall to his Balrog-induced death.
Chapter Eight
Late Saturday night, every officer attached to the 77th was at the station house in street clothes, including Krisk, who apparently had civilian clothes tailored to accommodate his tail. The deep brown of his sweater actually looked good with his greenish skin.
“Who knew Krisk had taste?” Loveless muttered to Zacchini.
“Who knew he had street clothes?” Zacchini responded.
Lieutenant Dunfee strode out of her office and clapped her hands together once, the sharp sound silencing conversation. “Ladies and gentlemen, what we’re asking you to do tonight wasn’t in anyone’s original job description. We understand that. The objective is to contain and capture. If you find you’re unable to do this safely and your team is forced to put the beast down, no one will fault you. If you find yourself or your teammates in jeopardy and you must withdraw, no one will fault you. What I do expect is that you’ll put your egos aside and work together. Watch out for each other. Protect each other. Every officer comes back, understood?”
Murmurs of “yes, ma’am” ran around the room.
“Monroe and Soren, Zacchini and Loveless are with you. Lourdes, Santos, you’re with Gatling and Virago. Wolf and Krisk, I want you as close to halfway between teams as you can manage. Whichever team makes contact, that’s where you go. Teams will coordinate with me. Keep channels open. Clear?”
Nods and verbal acknowledgment from the officers joined with Edgar screaming above the door lintel, “Fuck him up! Fuck him up!”
Squad cars were to stay at the station that evening. Kyle’s team all piled into the lieutenant’s van and she would drop them just north of the boathouses. The other team would start at the south end of the target area.
“You’re bait, Monroe,” Zacchini said from her place in the second row seats.
“Me? Why me?”
“Because Carr’s gonna smell weird to it. Vikash is almost a foot taller than any of the victims.”
“And you?”
