by Evelyn Drake
Flicking on the light just inside the bedroom door with his elbow, Kyle glanced around the room. A simple color scheme—creams and browns.
His gaze shifted to Tobias’s face and despite all his fears and apprehension, his resolve to do anything less than lose himself deep inside of Tobias faded.
Reaching for Tobias’s lips once more, Kyle’s kiss was answered with Tobias’s hungry need, and the kiss didn’t stop until Kyle pushed Tobias away from him and tossed him backward on top of the bed.
Turning, Kyle began searching through Tobias’s bedside table without asking permission. Within seconds, he found what he was looking for in a small tube of lube. Picking up the foil packet, Kyle asked, “Got anything bigger than this?”
Tobias’s expression was one of sudden panic as he shook his head no. Kyle could see the years of waiting being tallied in his eyes in a “so close and yet so far” kind of way.
“This won’t work,” Kyle said, tossing the packet back into the drawer. Turning to look at Tobias, naked and laying in front of him, Kyle winked. “Wait here.” Heading back out into the living room, Kyle pulled his wallet from his pants. Holding his breath, he looked inside its main flap, smiling when he found what he was looking for. A Durex XXL.
Returning to the bedroom, he tossed the foil wrapper onto the bed next to Tobias. “Think you can help me with that?” he asked as he knee-walked onto the bed, straddling Tobias as he went.
Tobias’s eyes were large, and he licked his lips.
“Want to suck it?” Kyle asked, his voice going low.
Tobias nodded his head yes, his eyes still glued to the tip of Kyle’s cock as it moved closer, its tip bouncing up and down as Kyle moved forward.
Tobias grabbed the foil wrapper and tore it open as he was forced to lay down flat on the bed. Kyle’s head hovered over his lips, and he watched as Tobias’s breath came fast and eager. His eyes were large as he rolled the condom over Kyle’s head. Then, tilting Kyle’s cock down to his mouth, he stretched his lips wide to take Kyle’s head inside of him as his fingers unrolled the condom’s length until it almost reached Kyle’s base.
Leaning over him on one muscle wrapped arm, Kyle watched Tobias closely, pulsing his hips forward with gentle thrusts to fill Tobias’s mouth with his girth.
Reaching behind himself, Kyle wrapped his hand around Tobias’s succulent cock and began to stroke. Below him, Tobias shivered.
“Mmmm.” Tobias’s attempt to speak was garbled at first until his mouth gained its freedom from Kyle’s full, round head. “If you touch me,” he panted, “I’ll come again.”
Kyle gave him a wicked grin and kept stroking, moving with Tobias’s wiggling hips when Tobias tried to find an escape from his touch.
“Keep sucking,” Kyle directed as he tilted the tip of his cock back down to Tobias’s mouth. A growl of pleasure and satisfaction escaped him when Tobias stretched his mouth wide once more to take his cock’s head inside. Then he groaned as Tobias’s mouth did its magic on him. “Fuck, I need inside you.”
What if I mess up? What if I’m no good at it? Years of longing and desire sat heavy on his shoulders. He was fulfilling the expectation of not just himself but of Tobias as well, and he didn’t want to let Tobias down.
“What position do you like?” Kyle asked, pulled his cock out of reach of Tobias’s mouth.
“With you, missionary.”
Kyle nodded. His nerves were getting the better of him, but he shimmied back down the bed. “I don’t know what to do,” Kyle whispered as Tobias brushed his fingers through his hair. “And what if I’m too big for you?”
It was Tobias’s turn to “shhhh” him. Tobias reached for the nearby tube of lube and flipped the cap open. “Give me your fingers.”
Kyle did what he was told and watched as Tobias squeezed a large dollop of clear gel onto his fingers.
“Rub that onto my hole and then finger me until you feel my hole relax.”
Kyle nodded his head and, shifting his body, he reached down between them as Tobias lifted his knees high. The position opened Tobias up and made the tight button Kyle needed readily accessible.
His heart thundered in his chest as he felt his way to the mark. Tobias’s skin was smooth, his hole tight. Kyle swirled the lube and circled his entrance with the tip of his finger. Beneath him, Tobias’s body released tension.
“Nervous?”
Tobias nodded and then grinned sheepishly. “You’re huge!” he finally said, laughing. Then, he gasped and arched before sighing when Kyle’s finger pressed its way in.
“I’ve got you,” Kyle whispered before bending down to kiss Tobias’s cheek, his chin, and then his mouth. He deepened the kiss, giving Tobias his tongue with a surging in-out that mirrored the thrust of his finger inside of Tobias’s hole. Tobias sighed into his mouth and Kyle’s whole body came to life in a way that left him dizzy.
Soon, he sank a second finger and third into Tobias, forgetting for a minute that this wasn’t the main act. It was so good to make him squirm with pleasure. He felt Tobias tense under him now and then, but pumped him with a slow steady stroke that once more had Tobias melting under him.
Then he couldn’t hold out any longer. Reaching for the lube, Kyle added it to his cock before returning to finger Tobias a little more. Then, shifting his hips, he pressed his heavy, swollen head to Tobias’s tight entrance. Beneath him, Tobias tensed.
“It’s okay,” Kyle whispered. “I’ve got you. Relax. Let me in.” He gave Tobias’s upturned chin a nip and then kissed his mouth, all the while leaning in to put pressure on Tobias’s hole.
Beneath him, Tobias took a deep breath, and when he let it out, his body eased.
Kyle felt Tobias stretch around him as he pushed himself inside. “Oh my god,” Kyle breathed, squeezing his eyes shut. “You feel so fucking good.” He felt like a virgin on his first time. It had taken him a few attempts to penetrate a woman, and it had just been the satisfaction of reaching that goal, not… the world tilting on its axis. It was not this. “Oh my god!”
Tobias’s heels rested at the small of Kyle’s back, and the smaller man had his eyes closed as if concentrating, his shaky breath slow and even. Yet, despite his outward calm in all other ways, his nails dug themselves into Kyle’s back, and Kyle could feel the marks left behind every time his muscles shifted.
Tobias finally made a sound—he whimpered—when Kyle finally neared the base of his thick length. Tobias was stretched and filled.
Kyle began to thrust, and Tobias tilted his head back and groaned. The smaller man’s cock rubbed against Kyle’s abs with each surge. Kyle balanced himself on one arm so that he could wrap his free hand around Tobias’s girth and stroke.
He feels so good. Is this what I’ve been missing? Oh fuck, I’m gay! Oh god, it feels so good!
Kyle surged harder, finding his rhythm as below him Tobias moved with him. They were like orchestral music, rising and falling together, coming undone and falling out of control in a way that made perfect sense. His cock swelled inside of Tobias as his balls drew close against his body.
“I’m going to come. I need you to come.” His stroking hand on Tobias’s cock quickened as Tobias’s palms slapped down onto the bed and his fingers dug at its sheets. His upper lip was beaded with sweat and the sounds that he made had lost all coherency. Tobias cried out and his body bucked as sticky heat filled the space between their bellies.
Kyle dropped his head once more into Tobias’s neck and curved his back as his hips pistoned in hard thrusts that shook the bed and slapped the headboard against the wall. His tension was at its peak, and then he threw his head back and cried out, letting it all go inside of Tobias’s depths.
For a minute, he was unaware, yet wrapped in bliss. His body sagged, spent and empty. Then, as he became aware of Tobias’s arms around him, Kyle pushed away and rolled onto his back. Tobias reached out to touch him, but Kyle curved his body to avoid the touch.
“Kyle…”
Kyle w
as up and moving within the next breath. He headed for the bedroom door, stripping off the condom. He had reached his clothes and was putting them on by the time a still-naked Tobias appeared.
“Kyle.”
“Stay away from me.” Kyle couldn’t bring himself to look at Tobias, but then his chest was too full—of what, he couldn’t identify. He stopped as he was about to zip up his jeans. “Whatever you wanted from me, was that it? We’re even. Let go of me.”
Tobias said nothing, just leaned in the doorway, and the sympathy Kyle found in his eyes—almost like understanding, almost like he knew—was the worst part. The worst part of all of it.
He started to put on his shirt but only got it half on before grabbing up his shoes, socks, and jacket and heading for the door. He needed to escape.
He didn’t even bother to dress after getting out of Tobias’s apartment. He just got to his car, slammed its door and drove.
9
Tobias
“Here’s some coffee. Drink up. You look like shit. What’s going on with you?”
Tobias looked up at Roberts as the man sat down at the desk near his.
“I mean, you usually look like shit,” Roberts continued, “but now it’s like you’re taking it to new levels.”
Tobias shifted his attention back to his computer screen. He didn’t want to think about last night, yet he seemed to be able to do nothing but. He hadn’t been able to sleep for hours. When he had, the nightmares had woken him up exhausted and in a pool of his own sweat.
“Nothing. Nothing’s going on.” The lie was so blatant that it soured in his gut to even say. He stared at his computer screen and then his notes. He’d been poring over the background information of everyone at the club for hours, and it was not lost on him that the person who had the most holes in their information was Kyle.
Kyle… Everything always came back to Kyle. His thoughts, his desires, his fears, and even the damn case. He’d tried to get information out of the mental institution where Kyle had been kept, but they’d been closed-lipped.
An exhaustive search on Facebook had led him to someone who used to work there close to the time Kyle had been there. A message sent to them landed Tobias the phone number of another nurse who had worked there during the time that Kyle was there—someone who supposedly had had more contact with Kyle.
Taking a deep breath to release his building tension, Tobias placed the call. The line rang unanswered and then went to voicemail. Tobias left a message and then hung up, but as soon as the phone’s receiver hit its cradle, his phone rang.
“Detective Sohbier,” Tobias said, answering the phone on the first ring.
“Uh, hi. I just got a call from this number and was calling back. Did you need something?”
“Mr. Brownly?”
“Yeah, that’s me.”
“Did you used to work at Bordston Mental Institution?”
“Yeah.” Mr. Brownly’s voice dropped, sounding suspicious about where the conversation might be going. “I worked there about twelve years ago.”
Perfect.
“Do you remember a patient by the name of Kyle Rivers?”
“Yeah… what’s this about?”
“Mr. Brownly, I’m with the Portland Police Bureau, and we’re just wanting to gather some more background information regarding Kyle Rivers. Can you provide any information relating to him that coincides with when you were with Bardston Mental Institution?”
“He in some kind of trouble?” Mr. Brownly’s smug, self-satisfied voice sounded through the phone.
“We just want any information you can give relating to him during your time there,” Tobias reiterated, not wanting to give anything away.
“Yeah, yeah, I knew him,” Mr. Brownly said, sounding suddenly eager to share, the way a pack of dogs is eager to catch its prey. Tobias tried his best not to snarl into the phone. “That piece of shit got me fired. He was a violent little fuck. They brought him in and he had them all fooled, playing like he was out of his mind. But I could see right through him. I always can with fakers like him.”
“Can you give any examples of violence?”
“Sure! He broke one poor bastard’s jaw! And another time he slammed another poor fucker’s hand in a door so hard that I don’t think the guy was ever able to use it again. And then there the time that he choked out an orderly. I don’t even know how he did that,” Brownly said as if talking to himself now, “that guy was huge.”
“Were there any women housed in the facility with him?”
“Huh? Yeah. Sure.”
“Did he ever commit any acts of violence with any of the women?”
Brownly snorted. “Sure he did! That little shit was a total loose cannon. Psycho.”
Tobias waited for the examples to come, but when they didn’t, he prompted Brownly. “Can you tell me about any of those incidents?”
The line was silent a moment and then Brownly said, “Look, man, that was over a decade ago. No way I’m going to remember every little thing that cry-baby did.”
“Thank you for your time, Mr. Brownly. Just one more thing, can you tell me why you were fired?”
Brownly snorted again, dismissively. “It was just some chickenshit nonsense that the kid made up. Said I tried to touch him. He tried to yank off one of my testicles, but I got fired! Bottom line, whatever he did—or whatever you think he did—if it involves violence or lying, then he did it. He’s little cry-baby scum that wouldn’t shut up about losing his mommy. I mean, grow a pair already. Everybody in there had their own shit to deal with. They didn’t need to hear about how everyone was out to get him every single minute of every day.”
Tobias rubbed his tired eyes, fighting the urge to tear one of Brownly’s testicles off himself. “Thank you for your time and your candor, Mr. Brownly. You’ve been a big help.”
“Really?”
No, you fucking dick!
“Well, I’m glad to hear that Rivers will finally be getting some of what he’s got coming to him.”
The call ended and Tobias resisted the urge to bang his forehead against his desk.
“Learn anything good?” Roberts asked.
“Yeah, I learned that I never want to spend time in a mental ward.”
Roberts laughed. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Walking into The Derriere that night felt surreal to Tobias. As if there were no shadows in the world able to dim their glow, the overhead neon lights lit the entrance way. Inside the club, all of the patrons wore eager smiles as they stared up with open desire at the dancers and scantily clad waitresses. That a person had died within the club’s walls less than forty-eight hours prior seemed to do nothing to diminish the fantasy that made The Derriere what it was.
Standing several feet inside the door of the club, Tobias scanned the floor. Anxiety sat like oil swishing on top of water inside his stomach, and Tobias fought the urge to be sick.
He’d fucked Kyle… or rather Kyle had fucked him and then had run for the door. Yet when Tobias spotted him in the far corner of the club, facing down a belligerent, drunken club goer, Kyle was the picture of composure even as the drunk man jabbed a finger into Kyle’s chest.
“That guy got a death wish?” Tobias mumbled, amazed. Kyle was like a titan in comparison to the rest of the room. Add to that the fact that he was a bouncer and had the legal authority to get physical with the more stupid of the drunk and disorderly, and Kyle couldn’t help but wonder how the guy jabbing him in the chest could manage to drink a glass of water without drowning.
Tobias empathetically flinched when Kyle finally moved. But it hadn’t been necessary. To Tobias’s amazement, Kyle merely took control of the jerk’s hand to bend the guy’s wrist backward. The asshole ended up on his knees on the floor—begging for mercy—but no actual damage was done to him.
Tobias couldn’t even see any anger in Kyle’s expression. Everything about him was impassive, up until Kyle looked up and spotted Tobias. A second after that and the guy was
sprawled on his back. Then, Kyle picked him up by his shirt, turned around, walked him to a side door, kicked the emergency release lever across the door, and then literally tossed him out of the club.
The side door closed on its own, and Kyle turned around to face the club once more, crossing his giant arms across his massive chest as he calmly surveyed the room. His expression was serene again, but Tobias noticed that Kyle avoided allowing his gaze to connect with his.
Turning his attention to his left, Tobias saw another bouncer—not as big and imposing as Kyle—headed his way. As soon as it was clear that Tobias had spotted him, the bouncer stopped and waved Tobias to follow. A moment later and Tobias was in the small corridor that led to the back, out of sight, portions of the club. Just to the left of the door was the club’s small manager’s office. A woman with platinum blonde hair—a looker in her day, about thirty years ago—leaned with her elbows on the half door. Over her shoulder Tobias could see a monitor that flashed in timed transitions with different viewpoints of the club. One of them that came up was of the club’s entryway, where Tobias had been standing a minute ago.
“Detective,” the woman nodded, extending a hand. “I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure. Mary-Ann Feckle.”
Tobias immediately liked her no-nonsense air. The bouncer remained near by, but it was clear by the way he stood that he considered himself a foot soldier in the woman’s army. She had his respect.
“Detective Sohbier,” Tobias said, taking her hand and matching her firm shake.
“I know. The ticker acted up on me the night before last when we found Victoria, but I’m told that you’re the fellow who’s going to find who did this to our girl.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“And what exactly brings you here tonight?”