When Opportunity Knocks - 11. Chapter 11

Jett couldn’t help himself. He must’ve looked like an idiot all day. After Kyle dropped his not-so-subtle hint of wanting to take the next big step, he had been wearing a shit eating grin almost non-stop. After they ended their call with Jett promising to spend the weekend at Kyle’s place, he only needed a few quick strokes before his dick had exploded all over his belly. That is the exact moment that the shit eating grin had appeared, and it hadn’t gone away since. Not even chasing a domestic violence suspect through a run down, drug infested neighborhood dampened his enthusiasm.

Bruce showed off his new take down skills they had been working on. The suspect had the wind knocked out of him when he got hit from behind by a solid mass of German Shepherd. The girlfriend had started crying when she saw her man cuffed and being placed into the back of a patrol car. Jett had seen this type of scenario many times. So many girls and women got stuck in a cycle of abuse, thinking they had no way out or their man’s behavior was their fault, it was heartbreaking. Jett saw a flash of determination in this girl’s bruised eyes and he was hopeful that she might be able to break away. He gave her a small piece of advice and told her “Look, if my dog has to go after your man, you might want to really rethink your relationship.” She nodded in agreement. Hopefully this incident would be a wake up call for her. He made sure she had the information packet they gave to all domestic abuse victims. There were sources she could reach out to and he hoped that she would.

His work day was now behind him and he was still wearing a grin that stretched from ear to ear. His patrol vehicle had been dropped off for routine servicing, oil change, tire rotation and total system check. He had showered and changed at the station, leaving his and Bruce’s gear in the designated storage locker. His dad had picked him up and gave him a ride to the house to get his truck.

He sang along to AC/DC’s ‘Dirty Deeds’ getting himself ramped up for the weekend. The song was just ending when he pulled into Kyle’s driveway. Jett grabbed his duffle bag, let Bruce out of the back, and was whistling as he headed up the walkway.

Kyle must have been watching for him because as soon as Jett got to the door it flew open and Kyle hauled him inside and he found himself pushed up against the wall. Kyle kicked the door closed with his foot. Both hands were occupied reaching up to pull Jett’s head down and claim him in a hot, searing kiss. It was sloppy, wet, full of teeth nipping and battles for whose tongue could reach the farthest. In other words, hot and sexy.

Their session came to an abrupt halt when they both heard a disgruntled ‘woof’ from the other side of the door. In his haste to get to Jett, Kyle had closed the door on Bruce. Jett opened it to find the dog sitting patiently, albeit with a look on his face that translated to ‘Dumbass’. Bruce trotted in and happily went to the back door where Rosie waited for him outside.

At least Kyle had the decency to blush. “Whoops! Sorry Bruce!” he said as he opened his slider to let Bruce out.

Jett laughed. “Damn, no one has ever shut Bruce out before. You’re gonna be on that dog’s shit list for a while.”

“I’ll buy him a nice porterhouse. He’ll forgive me. Sorry about that. I’ve been a little impatient.”

Jett smiled at him. He loved the way a light pink blush colored Kyle’s neck and face. He was flattered that Kyle obviously wanted him rather enthusiastically. He pulled the man close and breathed him in, “Don’t ever be sorry for greeting me like that. Your impatience is cute, and you’re not the only one who’s been chomping at the bit. We have the rest of the weekend all to ourselves. I’m going to savor every damn inch of you.”

Kyle let out a small moan of agreement.

“Mmmmm. What’s first on the agenda? Sex or food?” Jett teased.

“Sex, definitely sex.”

Jett leaned down, letting his lips hover over Kyle’s and growled, “Bedroom, now.”

Kyle grabbed his hand and led him down the hall to his room. Jett shot him a knowing look when he saw that Kyle had lube, condoms and clean towels on the nightstand.

He let Kyle push him down onto the bed and scooted up, his long legs reaching the very end of the king mattress. His own bed was a California king and the extra four inches made a big difference. Jett laid flat on his back, his head propped up against two fluffy pillows as Kyle straddled him. Jett paused, sucked in his breath as his man grasped the hem of his shirt and slowly revealed himself.

Kyle wasn’t cut and ripped by any means, but he kept himself in decent shape. His chest was broad and firm. Dusky, dark pink nipples firmed up as they were exposed to the cool air. He had just the right amount of chest hair that Jett liked, lightly covering both pecs with a little bit thicker tuft in the middle that would nicely peek out of a v-neck shirt. The hair tapered across the soft skin of his belly and disappeared into the waist of his jeans. Jett palmed the bulge that was steadily growing and appreciated the groan that slipped from Kyle.

Jett put his hands on Kyle’s thighs and skimmed them up the soft material of his well worn jeans. He pressed his thumbs into the crease where his hips were bent, letting his fingertips ghost over the skin right above the top of his pants. His own cock gave a hard jerk, seeking a way out of its current confinement. There wasn’t anywhere for it to go, trapped by his pants and Kyle’s ass parked atop his upper thighs, knees hugging his hips firmly. It was Jett’s turn to groan.

He reached down to unbutton his pants and Kyle smacked his hand away. “Uh-uh. I’ll take care of it.” Kyle’s fingers deftly popped open his fly and quickly slid his zipper down. It gave Jett a little bit of room, but really wasn’t much relief. He needed to lose the pants and underwear, like right now.

Kyle leaned over him and nipped at his earlobe. Next he whispered, “So shall we do rock, paper, scissors now?” referring to their earlier conversation regarding their preferences. Jett wasn’t surprised that Kyle remembered.

Jett reached up and cupped Kyle’s face and looked straight into the depths of his eyes. “Nope. I want you in me. All of you.” Kyle’s lips crashed onto his, demanding entrance. Jett had always enjoyed it when his partner took control. Taking the lead was something that he instinctively knew Kyle needed right now. The past week had been such a maelstrom emotionally for Kyle and Jett wanted to let him call the shots.

Kyle let himself go and devoured Jett’s senses. It was so good, so right. Jett laid back while Kyle slid down his long legs, pulling the confining jeans and boxer briefs down as he went. At the end of the bed Kyle threw the clothes on the floor and then leaned back on his heels and just looked at Jett.

“Take your shirt off.”

Jett leaned up and pulled his shirt over his head, leaving him stark naked. Kyle stared at him with a look that was heated up enough to melt rock. Jett felt a surge of pre-cum shoot up his shaft and ooze out of his slit, slowly hanging off the end. Kyle’s gaze zeroed in on that strand and Jett watched as he reached out and caught the end of it just before it hit his stomach. His cock jolted as Kyle swiped at the fluid coating the mushroom head and brought his fingers to his lips, tasting Jett. Sweet Jesus fucking Christ.

Kyle shifted and slid off the end of the bed, ridding himself of his own jeans. The material rustled softly as it hit the floor. He grabbed hold of each of Jett’s feet firmly, letting his thumbs dig into the sensitive soles. Kyle then focused on one foot at a time, massaging from the toes to the heels. Jett never in his life realized how erotic foot play could be. He admired Kyle’s body, his cock just as hard as his own. It was a beautiful sight.

Jett closed his eyes and let his other senses take over. The nerve endings in his calves made the muscles contract and relax as Kyle worked his magical fingers over them, kneading and squeezing. He felt Kyle shift his body so that he knelt between his legs. Jett allowed his knees to be pushed apart and Kyle’s sudden, sharp intake of breath hit his ears like an explosion. He almost opened his eyes again so he could see the look on Kyle’s face as he caught sight of Jett's ass, spread out, an open invitation. Instead he let his imagination run wild and the images racing through his brain caused another surge of pre-come to seep from his dick.

It was his turn to hiss quite loudly when he felt the wet heat of Kyle’ mouth suddenly engulf his cock. He had no control over how his hips bucked up, forcing the head of his dick down the back of Kyle’s throat. Much to his surprise, Kyle swallowed quickly and Jett nearly fell apart. He jerked his hips back, pulling his shaft out of that incredible hot, wet tightness.

“Shit. I don’t wanna come yet,” he panted, struggling to hold back.

“Shhhh, open your eyes Jett. Look at me.”

Jett’s eyes flew open and he was rewarded with the sight of Kyle sitting back on his heels, stroking his own cock, using his thumb to spread the moisture his body was currently producing in copious amounts. It didn’t help his situation, but hot damn if he wasn’t going to enjoy that view!

“You like what you see, big guy?” Kyle winked. So fucking cheeky.

Jett reached up to grab a hold of Kyle’s head, wanting to pull him down for a kiss, but Kyle merely grabbed his wrists and pushed his arms down to the mattress, rendering him completely spread eagle. From the look on Kyle’s face he figured he looked pretty damn hot all laid out across the mattress.

Kyle leaned forward until he was laying completely on top of Jett, lined up so that their hard shafts were rubbing against each other. Kyle looked into Jett’s eye’s and Jett saw a mixture of lust, wonder, curiosity and, just before his lips were captured, mischief.

Kyle licked, sucked and nipped at Jett’s mouth, utterly sending his thoughts into uncharted territory. It was as if his brain’s flight had taken off on time and was then suddenly diverted. Jett had a feeling it was going to be a spectacular crash landing. He could practically taste the pheromones and testosterone that both of them were giving off, fueling the journey of discovering each other.

“You are so fucking hot. Tell me what you want Jett. Maybe you’ll get your way.” Kyle teased.

“I want your fingers in my ass stretching me into next week and then I want your cock in my ass pounding me into next year,” Jett growled, his voice husky with need.

“Hmmm, next week and next year, huh? Not sure if I can do that, but why don’t I start with this?” Kyle let go of Jett’s hands and slid down his body. Jett’s legs were shoved wide apart and when Kyle’ tongue landed on his hole, son of a bitch. His ass came up off the bed so high it was as if Tinkerbell had sprinkled him with pixie dust. The second he slammed back into the mattress Kyle’s tongue was there, working him over nonstop. Jett had experienced a few rim jobs, but absolutely nothing like what Kyle was currently doing to him. Once again he was on the verge of losing control.

“Kyle, I’m gonna come!” Jett warned.

Jett heard a muffled “Do it!” and a thick, lubed finger took the place of the wet tongue. The second it brushed his prostate, he erupted. Kyle quickly grabbed hold with his free hand and stroked him to completion. Jet couldn’t breathe, only pant for several minutes. Slowly he became aware of two things at once. One, Kyle was now the one wearing a shit-eating grin and, two, not only was a finger still firmly ensconced in his ass, another one had joined it. When the fuck had that happened?

“Jesus Christ Jett, you are fucking tight.”

“It’s been a while. Deal with it.” he chuckled.

Kyle pressed a third slick finger in and as Jett automatically clenched he retorted “Oh, I plan on it. Trust me.”

So Jett did.

Kyle took his time making sure Jett was relaxed and loosened up before finally pulling his hand away and suiting himself up with the latex condom that Jett had ripped open for him. Kyle wiped the excess lube off his hand and grinned at Jett before pushing his legs back and shoving an extra pillow under his backside. Jett rested his calves on Kyle’s sturdy shoulders as Kyle lined up his cock and gave a short push. The flared mushroom head popped past the ring of muscle as Jett exhaled slowly, feeling just a little burn.

When he was half way there Kyle stopped to let Jett adjust. “You okay?”

Jett was more than okay, but he just nodded. Kyle pressed in some more, slowly pushing forward until his balls were flush up against Jett’s skin, slightly damp with sweat and lube.

“Fuck me Kyle. Just fucking, fuckity fuck me.” Jett needed him to move. Like now.

Kyle didn’t need any more encouragement. He thrust rhythmically, letting his body dictate the pace. Jett was merely along for the ride, his earlier orgasm still sending shivers through him when combined with the current brushes of Kyle’s dick along his prostate. His dick remained semi-soft, but not for lack of trying though, it still gave a few twitches when Kyle hit his sweet spot just right. It didn’t take long before Kyle picked up the pace and started to really pound Jett’s ass. Sweat started to create a beautiful shine to his face and torso. Jett reached around and grabbed Kyle’s ass cheeks, squeezing the plump flesh and feeling the muscles beneath his hands flex and tighten with every push and pull.

Kyle slammed into him for all he was worth and second later yelled out Jett’s name as he exploded into the condom. It was his turn to dissolve into a pile of goo, which he did right on top of Jett. Jett lowered his legs, and wrapped his arms around his lover, enjoying the way he felt, breathing heavy as he came down from his sex high. Eventually Kyle’s cock softened and slid out on its own. By then Kyle had recovered enough to roll off Jett, take care of the latex and wipe them both down with one of the towels.

“Wow.” Kyle breathed.

Jett pulled him close, snuggling up and breathed in the scent of musk and sex that lingered in the air around them. Not exactly pungent or offensive, the smell was actually comforting, proof of satisfaction. “Yeah, I agree. Wow.”

It was nice to just lay there for a while, letting themselves relax. Jett didn’t want to move and neither did Kyle. They were forced to however, when both Rosie and Bruce let out a couple of barks, wanting to be let in. Kyle bit the bullet first and got up, grabbed his jeans off the floor and tossed Jett’s to him.

“Might as well get up and get something to eat. Don’t know ‘bout you, but I’m hungry after that workout.”

Jett pulled on his jeans, going commando like Kyle and agreed. “Food sounds good. You want to cook here, order in or go out?”

“We can order in if you want, or we can make tacos. I’ve got all the fixings.” Kyle told him.

“Tacos. Most definitely tacos.”

“Tacos it is.”

Jett followed Kyle into the kitchen and he let the dogs in while Kyle started pulling stuff out of the fridge for their dinner. Jett got the ground beef cooked and seasoned while Kyle shredded some fresh mozzarella and sharp cheddar. He opened a bag of pre-shredded lettuce and a can of diced tomatoes because he claimed that fresh tomatoes this time of year had no flavor. He took two bottles of taco sauce out of the pantry and held them up. “Mild or medium?”

Jett looked over and asked, “Do you have jalapenos?”

“Ummm, I think so.” Kyle rummaged through his pantry and with a flourish produced a small glass jar of the spicy pepper slices. “Taaa-daaahh!”

“Okay, then mild sauce. The jalapenos will give it enough kick.” Jett told him.

When everything was ready they sat at Kyle’s table and dug in. Jett was pleased that Kyle had both hard and soft shells. He could never make up his mind which ones he liked better, so he just alternated.

They ate rather messily, because let’s face it, tacos are slob food. They are put here on this earth to make a delicious mess. There really was no neat way to eat them. Jett was putting the finishing touches of taco sauce and sour cream on his fourth taco, this one soft, when Kyle spoke.

“Can I ask a favor of you?”

“Sure, what do you need?”

“Will you teach me how to shoot a gun?”

Jett looked over at him and saw that he was completely serious. He put his taco down on his plate. “I can do that, but will you tell me why?”

“I just want to be proactive and learn how to keep myself safe. Everytime I think about this whole situation I get a creepy-crawly sensation. If this dude does manage to slip through the cracks in the system and get out on parole, I want to be able to protect myself when you’re not around.”

Jett nodded. That made perfect sense. He didn’t need to mull it over. Kyle was a responsible adult and besides, he enjoyed going to the shooting range. It was a great way to blow off steam when he got stressed out, and other times it was just plain fun. His job required him to practice on several different kinds of firearms and there was just something so satisfying about shooting off a full clip on an automatic assault rifle and destroying a target.

“Okay then. There’s a range not too far away that Kim and I use. The owner is a retired cop and a lot of the guys use the place when the police range doesn’t have any slots open. He’s got a really decent selection of handguns to rent. You can try a few out to see what you like best and how they each handle. If you’re really serious then you should get a concealed weapons permit. I can help you out with the application and getting all the criteria taken care of.”

“When can we start?” Kyle asked, his smile stretching from ear to ear.

His enthusiasm was contagious and Jett found himself laughing along. “They’re open tomorrow, I’ll call in the morning and book us some time.”

They finished up their dinner and cleaned up. Kyle grabbed a carton of cookies and cream ice cream out of his freezer and after Jett fed the dogs they flopped on the couch and channel surfed for a bit before Kyle landed on a Harry Potter movie.

When Jett quirked an eyebrow at him, Kyle shoved a huge spoonful of ice cream into his mouth and mumbled ‘Wha’? I wike Hawwy Power.”

Jett grabbed the spoon from him and kissed his cold lips. “Me too,” he said as he scooped out his own big spoonful with a big chunk of cookie in it and shoved it between his lips.

They polished off half the carton and Jett grabbed Kyle’s ass playfully when he got up to put the rest away. As soon as Kyle returned, Jett pulled him down between his legs and settled him against his chest. Neither one of them had gotten around to putting shirts on and Jett took advantage of this and stroked Kyle’s skin, enjoying the way he felt.

Eventually the light, almost absentminded strokes re-ignited the tinder that was ever-present between the two of them. Jett’s hand focused on Kyle’s nipples, toying and playing with them until Kyle flicked the remote and shut off the TV, flipped over and hovered over Jett so that he could nip at the pebbled nubs with his teeth.

Jett managed to stand up, Kyle wrapping his legs around his waist and Jett carried him back to the bedroom. It was Jett’s turn to take charge and he made the most of it. He let his fingers roam, stroking, caressing, and exploring to his heart’s content.

He took his time and prepped and readied Kyle with as much attention as had been paid to him. When he finally slid his suited up cock home, he hissed rather loudly. The fucking vacuum of space couldn’t be any tighter. Kyle clenched down, making any movement damn near impossible for several seconds.

Jett held his breath and as soon as the tight heat loosened he slid back and then slowly inched forward until he was fully seated. He gave Kyle a moment to adjust before picking up the tempo and settling into a smooth, pounding rhythm that he could keep up for a while.

Eventually nature took its course and it was Kyle’s turn to growl out “Faster. Fuck me hard Jett.”

Jett obliged and changed position slightly so he could give himself the leverage he needed to thoroughly pound Kyle. Kyle grabbed his dick and no more than five or six strokes later Jett watched his belly get painted with several shots of pearly fluid. Absolutely fucking sexy.

As Kyle caught his breath, Jett felt his balls tighten up and a few deep strokes was all it took before he emptied himself as well. He had never felt so compatible with any lover he had ever been with before. They fit each other perfectly. Jett wanted to explore every hot spot, every quirk, and every inch of the man he was currently squishing.

Reluctantly he pulled out and took care of disposing of the condom. It was his turn to grab the towel and wipe them off. They once again laid in bed, just enjoying the closeness of each other until Kyle yawned.

“C’mon, let’s shower and get cleaned up. I really don’t want to fall asleep covered in cum and lube.” Kyle said as he got up and held out his hand.

Jett thoroughly agreed and then had to admit that he liked Kyle’s shower better than his own. It was plenty big enough for both of them and other than having to scoot down just a little bit to rinse his hair, there was enough room between the top of his head and the ceiling so he didn’t feel claustrophobic. Being six and a half feet presented challenges sometimes.

Jett was happy and he was pretty sure Kyle was too. He was looking forward to seeing how their relationship progressed and tonight had definitely been a major step in the right direction. They still had a lot to learn about each other and Jett had a feeling it wasn’t going to be smooth sailing. He had been burned in the past, placing his trust in someone who betrayed it and never wanted to go through that again. He knew that he’d eventually need to bring it up with Kyle before too much longer. Jett already knew that his heart was thoroughly infatuated with Kyle. Infatuation that could easily fall off the cliff into love before he would even know what hit him. Jett just wanted all the cards on the table before that happened. He wasn’t sure he could deal with having his heart broken again.

Jett kissed the top of Kyle’s head and Kyle let out a soft sigh.

“I’m really glad you’re here.” Kyle whispered.

“Me too, Kyle, me too.”