It’s What’s on the Inside

By Riley James

Disclaimer: Okay people, most of you know that I haven’t written anything worthwhile in about 3 months. This story is nothing more than a transitional piece to hopefully get my juices flowing again. There is no redeeming social value to it whatsoever, it’s pure smut and it has not been edited by anyone other than myself. If you still want to proceed, do so at your own risk. ~R

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Jaycee knew if he didn’t eat soon that he was going to have to go to a shelter, something that his pride would never in a million years let him do. So when he picked up the sandwich he had made at the back counter and stuffed it in his jacket, it was solely based on survival. Just his luck that as he passed the cashier, some jerk; looking like a Tony Soprano clone, happened to cruise into the mini-mart. Jaycee’s small stomach roiled with the acid that been building up in there over the last three days. Hitting the streets wasn’t necessarily the smartest thing to do, but he hadn’t had much choice either. He knew his self-righteous, brainwashed parents were going to freak when he came out to them, but he never in a million years expected them to say those awful things. He was their son after all, their flesh and blood.

If he was holding a grudge against anyone, it was his mother. She knew…in her heart she always had; her Jay Jay was a mama’s boy through and through and there was no reason for her not to suspect. The fact that she refused to accept what she saw staring her in the face every day was a testament to her naiveté and the spoutings of the local preacher, who had reeled her in some years ago, hook, line and sinker.

Jaycee was steeped in solitude during high school, studying as religiously as they clung to their church. The obvious aversion to sports stood out as well. He was chided and prodded to find an appropriate outlet for his energies. He didn’t need one. Everything he was and everything he felt inside all poured into his need to become the best student he could possibly be, just to find a way in the world away from the cheesy little hamlet and now here he was, the first week away and about to be arrested.

Pseudo-mafia man had thrown him to the floor as soon as the cashier rang out that Jaycee had not yet paid for the bulge in his right side jacket pocket. As thoughts leapt from one neuro-center of his brain to the next, he thought he was in a bad dream as the creep began feeling up the insides of his thighs.

“Oh my god, no…please, please, please don’t let me get hard.” Was the only thing Jaycee could think at the moment, but it was all to no avail. As the burly man seemingly patted him down, his hand lingered on Jaycee’s small, round buttocks. Through his loose-fitting jeans, the passes came increasingly closer to his balls and if anything got Jaycee hard, it was having his balls palmed. His cock stood up the instant the first finger lingered there. No one around would have noticed. The cashier at the counter was just glad that an off-duty cop had been the one to take this little thief down, but Jaycee knew the attention that was being paid to his tight little sac was more than a little intentional.

The next few hours crawled by as frame by frame, Jaycee could see his life going down the toilet. He sat in the back of the police cruiser and cried as his dreams evaporated before his eyes. Everything he had worked for was now washed away in a flash of stupidity. All the hours of studying, swirled down the drain along with any pride or self-esteem that he might have had left after the confrontation with his parents a week ago. He crumbled against the seat and for a few frantic seconds, virtually lost the will to live.

The cop in his velour leisure suit, slid in next to him during the maelstrom of emotions. He identified himself as one, Nick Ciancimino.

“Look kid, I know you’re sacred.” This guy had the typical black curly hair, but his eyes seemed a bit softer than the usual hard-nosed Italian pricks that Jaycee was used to from his experiences in the small town where he grew up. Ciancimino’s eyes were this weird color of light brown amber and green. It threw Jaycee a curve, captured his soul, so to speak. He couldn’t keep from staring at this guy’s gorgeous eyes.

Jaycee was no where near butch. He had let his mousy brown hair grow in the last few years and it was now down past his shoulders. His face was pretty, small nose, high cheekbones, nothing strong or masculine about it. He could have easily passed for teen model had he put his hair up and worn a little bit of makeup. He had experimented with a little of him mom’s now and then and liked to wear a bit of eyeliner when he was somewhere his parents would never see him. He thought it made his boring brown eyes look bigger somehow.

It seemed Detective Ciancimino could feel something expressed in Jaycee’s puppy dog brown eyes. And it wasn’t fear.

“Hey kid, don’t look at me that way, huh. I just wanted to tell ya that Manny here’ll be takin’ ya down to the precinct and you can make your phone call. Might wanna call your folks to bail ya out? You’ll probably go to court in a few weeks.”

Jaycee’s gaze drifted to his feet. His “folks” no longer existed in their words. His dad had told him last week that he had better consider himself an orphan from now on because no one in his family would dare be associated with a faggot.

Ciancimino could sense the trouble in Jaycee’s stare at the dirty carpet of the squad car.

“You got nobody to call, do ya?” He said with unusual compassion.

“Naw” Jaycee replied, not knowing just how much to divulge. “They kicked me out last week.”

Det. Ciancimino didn’t quite understand why this kid was getting to him. Some nineteen year-old street urchin had never made him think twice when arresting them before, even for the smallest crimes. This cop was all about “the book” and if anyone even toyed with the line, “Wham” they ended up in cuffs and behind bars, no questions asked.

Jaycee kept looking at the policeman’s eyes and it seemed as though he was getting lost in them every time he stared. Nicky didn’t have kids, didn’t even want any, but he couldn’t see how anybody could not care for this kid. He had a sweet smile and this pretty little nose… “Oh my god Ciancimino, stop the fucking homo thoughts for god sake…”

“So, kid...” Nicky had to get his head together and get this kid booked and shipped off to the jail before anything else messed with his mind. “This won’t take long, okay. We’ll just ask you some questions, take your picture and prints and everything will be over in a flash.”

Jaycee continued to cry. There went his college applications. No decent University, at least not the ones he been looking at, would, under any circumstances take someone with a criminal record. Eight long years he had been planning and now because his idiot parents had ostracized him and he had made a bad choice, his life was doomed.

Nick patted the kid on the shoulder, internally shaking off the desire to pull this little mousey thing into his chest and try to make him feel better. He was so confused he didn’t know quite what was up. He’d better finish this shit up and get home to Sherry so things would be normal again, or what he was used to anyway. A good roll in the hay and he’d have his head on “straight” again in no time.

Nick Ciancimino and Sherry Machiacci had been high school sweethearts. Married four years ago, they had gotten to the point in their relationship where Nicky felt like everything was tired and old. Sherry had never been highly sexual. She wanted the picture perfect life, husband, house with the white picket fence and kids, but things hadn’t worked out that way for them. After the first year when no bouncing bundle of joy had arrived, Sherry went to the doctor for answers. It seemed that there was no medical explanation for why she hadn’t gotten pregnant yet, so she wanted Nicky to get tested too. That was too much for the macho cop. It brought to the table questions of his masculinity and that was just too much for him to handle. He refused to have the tests done and ever since then, his and Sherry’s marriage had been rocky, at best.

When Nicky finally arrived home, Sherry was already furious at him. He had left the house hours ago to grab her a pack of smokes and he never even bothered to call her when he apprehended the good-looking kid in the convenience store.

“I’m sorry, baby. I got tied up there with that kid.” Sherry shook her head, doubting every word that came out of his mouth. The ‘ice queen’ stare was all it took and Nicky knew there was no way he was getting laid tonight.

Sherry stomped toward the bedroom and hurled the door shut, shaking the life out of the shelves and knick knacks that littered the tiny family room. Nick pulled a familiar pillow from his favorite easy chair and tried to settle onto the couch for some kind of sleep. It was almost as if he knew what would happen as soon as he closed his eyes.

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Jaycee’s lithe body lay face down before him, washed white in the absence of the gritty clothes he’d been wearing that afternoon. God, when he had that kid underneath him for a few moments, it was as if base root instincts came over him and he couldn’t keep his hands off of the cute, soft butt that belonged to the boy. He could feel the boy’s balls drawn up underneath him in the loose jean fabric before, but now there were no such constraints. The soft, smooth flesh of his ass and the obvious freshly shaven balls peaked out from between those alabaster thighs.

Nick’s dick was so hard he could feel his pulse in the glans and as each small spurt of pre-come emanated from his own balls; his crown would twitch again with anticipation. The kids’ hair was spread across his shoulders, looking so much like a girl. Nick felt himself lay astride the beautiful body, aching to kiss and caress the unblemished skin. He worked his way down the back of the boy and kissed his bubbly ass cheeks, reveling in the scent of just Jaycee. A masculine, but sweet smell that tickled Nick’s nostrils and assaulted his libido in a way he’d never experienced before. He found himself rooting for the kid’s hole and wondered how he could ever even imagine doing this, no less wanting it so desperately. His tongue found the back of Jaycee’s ball sac, laving and stroking each of them with a loving embrace of his oral digit.

Jaycee’s crack and hole were calling to him, “oh god yeah, Nicky, baby, lick my ass” was what Nick heard in his mind. And in this dream, that’s what he did. His mind’s eye opened him to a wonder his conscious self would have never let him fathom. This boy’s asshole became the center of his universe and all he wanted was to get his mouth on it…his tongue up into it and to taste and love every bit of this kid’s sex, inside and out.

Det. Nick Ciancimino rumbled from his dream as his cell vibrated against his waist. As he reached for it, his steel rod of a dick smacked against his abdomen, leaking yet another string of pre-cum. He couldn’t help it, as he answered his phone, his other hand automatically reached into the velour sweat pants he was wearing and stroked the length of his mildly above average cock. “Mmmm….Hello?”

Malloy, the old duffer on the front desk who was approaching his last days on the force teased Nick merciouslessly. He informed him that the kid he had arrested earlier when he was off-duty was asking for him. “He said, and I quote… “Tell Nicky I need him.” You need him too Nicky, baby.” The old man guffawed again, thinking nothing of what he considered a light-hearted joke between fellow cops at the expense of an innocent young boy who was about to learn a major life lesson.

Nick couldn’t go to the station like this, especially to see Jaycee after dreaming about devouring the kid’s ass. He headed toward the bathroom down the hall and seeing that his bedroom door was still shut, he went into the guest bath. He flipped on the light above the sink and sat back on the commode. Slipping the soft fabric of his pants to his knees, he set about the task of relieving some of his sexual stress. A few strokes of his fat cock was all it took to bring the thoughts of the virile young man waiting for him at the precinct back to his consciousness. Nick’s sperm pooled on his abdomen and for the first time he dipped into it and brought it to his tongue and tasted it. Warm, sticky, strong and slightly acidic, but sweet in a strange way only a male could identify with.

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Jaycee was surrounded by the dregs of humanity in this cell. It was someplace he never thought he’d be, but even with all of this hanging over his head, all he could think of was the police officer who lay on top of him just hours before, his big hand slowly stroking Jaycee’s precious balls. The look in the man’s eyes as Jaycee concentrated all of his emotions on him in the police car told him that there was something there…he wasn’t sure what, but he knew the man felt something for him. And if that was what it took to get him out of here, it’s the card he was willing to play.

When Jaycee told the guard that he wanted to talk to “Nicky,” the man that arrested him, the guard simply laughed. It took the special “look”; promising something that would never be delivered, before Jaycee could convince the man to contact the hunky detective.

“Jayson Carpenter?” A booming voice announced from the down the hall.

“Here!” Jaycee answered

The guard came to the door and unlocked the giant tumbler that entombed the occupants. A clatter arose in the cell, the others rising up to see who was getting sprung. The guard let Jaycee by and goosed his cute little butt at the same time, wishing that he was the one that was going to get some of that, but knowing that there was a Detective waiting for him to bring this kid to one of the interrogation rooms; he quickly dismissed any further action.

As the door to the interrogation room opened, Nick saw Bobby Lazar bringing the kid in. He could have sworn that he saw Lazar stare at Jaycee’s ass as he passed and he did lick his lips salaciously. Nicky felt a pang of jealousy and reprimanded himself immediately for paying any attention to it whatsoever. Primal forces were at work inside of the normally homophobic Italian detective. As soon as last week, Nick Ciancimino would have chided Lazar for being a faggot and drooling over this kid’s ass, but today something had taken a hold of him that he couldn’t and didn’t want to explain.

Jaycee sat at the table in the middle of the room, his eyes locked on Nicky’s muscular frame. He knew in order to get out of here and back on the road to where he wanted to be, he was going to have to use his unpracticed skills of male seduction. Jayson Allen Carpenter, the quiet kid from Cedarville, New Jersey was going to have to rely on his hormones for once in his life, instead of his brain, to get him through this fiasco.

Nick sat down across from the kid. He knew he had to keep his wits about him, but as soon as those eyes met his, he was somehow disarmed. Jaycee could feel the sexual tension building in the air and although he had never practiced the age-old art of seduction, he naturally knew what to do to affect Det. Ciancimino. He focused his stare on the young detective’s eyes. He thought that Nicky must not be that much older than he, with his build and demeanor, he still appeared to be in his mid-twenties and Jaycee was certain he couldn’t be off by more than a couple of years.

“Okay Jaycee, you asked for me, here I am…what did you want to tell me.” Nick’s demeanor tended to be brusque when he was questioning a suspect. Jaycee was a bit deterred for a moment, but he pushed ahead with his plan anyway.

Jaycee poured on the innocent charm, “Officer, I’m sorry to drag you all the way down here, but I just had to talk to someone.” A single tear dropped from his chocolate-colored eyes.

Nick’s empathy, never before so active with any suspect, rocketed into high gear. This kid, whoever he was, brought something out in him that he’d never experienced before.

“What’s wrong Jaycee?”

“It’s my parents.” The kid’s face was as drawn and contorted as Nicky could remember seeing in a suspect.

“What about your parents? You said they kicked you out last week, right? Why would they do summin like that?” When Nick spoke in an authoritative voice, Jaycee’s body language exuded the demeanor of a whipped puppy; so now he was trying to be his friend. Nick’s eyes explored the young man’s across from him, trying to see if there was an ounce of legitimacy to his story. The eyes are the windows to the soul his mother used to say and it was a skill that always served him well as a detective. The biggest problem he had was his increasing attraction to this boy.

“They found me in bed with someone last Tuesday night. They were supposed to be a church meeting, but it got cancelled cuz the preacher got the flu.”

Nick’s instincts weren’t usually wrong, so he went with what he knew. “Let me guess, Jaycee, that person wasn’t a girl?”

The soft brown hair Jaycee had grown out over the last year hung in a veil in front of his eyes, shielding him from the judgment he thought the detective was handing out.

Softly, in a voice Nick compared to a throaty whisper, Jaycee responded. “It was my best friend, Brian.” Without any kind of verbal response from his interrogator, he continued; betting the bank on the compassion that he saw in Det. Ciancimino’s eyes.

“It figures, you know. The first time I have the guts to do anything about my sexuality, who walks through the door, but my holier than thou mother. Brian was so scared that he just grabbed his pants and ran out crying.”

Before today Nicky would have probably harassed the kid for his admission, but ever since laying eyes on this wonderful bundle of pheromones, Nick wanted to do anything he could to protect him. He let the boy continue without interruption…he wanted the “whole” story.

“I left Cedarville with about $150.00 dollars that I had saved up in cash from birthday money and stuff over the last year. I have a bank account with my college money in it, but my parents are both co-signers on it…I didn’t think I could get to it or I would have.”
Jaycee had lifted his gaze from the dirty interrogation room floor. “It didn’t last very long, what with the train fare and a couple of nights at the Motel down the street from where you found me. I hadn’t eaten anything for almost three days when I was in the Quick mart this afternoon and I really didn’t want to steal the sandwich, but I didn’t know what else to do.”

Nicky was torn. He knew what he should do now, but he couldn’t bring himself to commit the kid into a system of violence and repeat offenders when his little lost soul had never even been picked up for jaywalking.

Jaycee could tell Detective Ciancimino was pensive, but he thought this was a point in his favor. He didn’t immediately start lecturing him about knowing right from wrong.

“Okay Jaycee, I’m going to see what I can do about getting you out of here, okay? But I have to be sure that you have someplace to go. I can take you to a shelter for tonight, but you’re going to have to go back to Cedarville and face your parents tomorrow.”

Immediate sobs emanated from Jaycee. “No, please Nicky, don’t send me back there. You don’t know how humiliating they will make if for me and if I stay there, they’ll probably put me into some ex-gay program and I’m afraid of what they’ll do to me there. You’ve heard the stories of how they shock your dick to get you to stop liking boys. I don’t want to go through that Nicky, what if they hurt me or if I can’t get it up after that?”

Nick’s reserve was finally gone; he crossed the room and gathered Jaycee into his arms, letting the sweet boy cry against his substantial chest. The room was sealed and there was no two-way mirror in here, so he felt slightly safe in this show of affection. He luxuriated in the feel of Jaycee’s long hair under his cheek, the slight muscles in his shoulders and back under his touch. He found himself absently stroking the young man’s back; calming him with a touch that no one had ever given Nick himself, not even his wife. His right hand had taken up residence at the top of Jaycee’s smallish butt and Nick longed to reach down further and stroke that as well.

Jaycee’s breath left him in an almighty whoosh when Nick grabbed him up and held him against his meaty chest. He knew in his heart that he had achieved his goal and that whatever had been lurking in the detective’s sub-conscious had now been flushed to the surface. He was confident that Nick would take care of him now. Jaycee felt his dick becoming hard and purposely pushed his groin into Nicky’s. What he felt in return was something he had been dreaming about since he was twelve years old; a huge, stiff cock, throbbing with anticipation pushing back at him.

Nick knew he was in over his head. As soon as the kid’s cock pushed up against him his larger brain stopped functioning and the little one that controlled his long dormant libido took over. His head lulled back and he fucked up against Jaycee’s jean-covered boy-dick in a dance that neither one of them wanted to dismiss.

But Nick was an adult…he had responsibilities. If he really wanted to get Jaycee out of here he was going to have to get control over his bubbling passion and think of what do to past the next two minutes, where he was sure he’d shoot another load in his pants if they continued to rub each other the way they were. Jaycee, of course wasn’t thinking any further ahead than the end of his very hot, very tumescent dick. He reached for Nicky’s package and found the head, wide rimmed and prominent against the soft fabric of the sweats Nick was wearing. He stroked twice before Nicky’s hand found his and squeezed.

“Jay, look at me. I think you know that I want you, but we can’t do this here baby. I need to get this thing to go down if I have any chance of getting you out of here without question, okay?” Jaycee’s disappointed eyes told the story of his heart…never quite being fulfilled. “Look, I need to get the store owner to drop the charges before we can let you leave and if I’m going to do that, I should probably go and talk to him in person, right?”

The talk of charges and the thought of going back to the jail cell terrified Jaycee, but he knew that Nick would do whatever it took now. Even at Jaycee’s young age, he knew that the fires he had ignited in the hunky detective could not be quelled in the matter of hours that it took to get the misdemeanor charges against him dropped.

He looked up into Nicky’s eyes, re-establishing the longing and the desire, so long dormant in Det. Ciancimino’s soul. Nick grabbed Jaycee’s face with both hands and planted a kiss on him that seared Jaycee’s senses. “You stay right here, okay? I’ll tell them not to bother you and I’ll be back in a little bit. We’ll figure out what to do about where you’re going to stay after that.”

As their bodies separated, Jaycee glanced at Nick’s hard cock again. He couldn’t wait to feel it inside of him, even though he knew it would require a certain amount of pain control on his part. As he scanned up his body, the glint of gold from Nicky’s wedding band flashed in Jaycee’s view. “Oh my god, he’s married. What do I do now…? I’m not a whore or a homewrecker, maybe I should back off. But how will I ever get out of here without him. Maybe I can find a job or something once he gets me out of here and I’ll just leave him alone after that. Finally realizing that he couldn’t let himself think about complications outside of this room at the moment, Jaycee resolved himself to deal with Nicky’s marital status at a later date.

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It only took Nick a little over an hour to get the mini-mart owner to redact the charges against the young boy. After hearing Jaycee’s story, minus the gay references of course, the middle-aged man who had children of his own signed the form Nicky’s proffered and the wheels were in motion.

Jaycee had worried while he was stuck in the filthy interrogation room that the guard from the jail would find him and force him to make good on the previously unspoken promise Jaycee had made to him with his eyes and lips. Luckily, Bobby Lazar’s shift had ended just after he brought Jaycee to Nick at 3AM and the twink he was living with easily took his mind off of innocent-looking Jay.

As the door to the little room opened, Jaycee held his breath, afraid that everything that had already happened could be shattered in a moment. He didn’t have to worry though, there was a very horny, very butch looking detective standing on the other side, ready to whisk Jaycee away to anywhere there was a bed. Nick’s base sexual drive had finally been ignited and he was going to have Jaycee tonight (well what was left of the night) if it killed him. He longed to kiss Jay from head to toe and suckle everything in between; ideas that only days before had been repugnant to him, were suddenly alive with electricity in his over-wrought brain.

“Okay Jay, you’re outta here.” Jaycee’s questioning eyes did not go unnoticed by Det. Ciancimino. “Okay, we’re outta here, but we’ve got to be careful sweetheart. Let’s do this; you walk out of the front door and down to the closest bus stop. Here’s five bucks, take the bus to the motel where you were yesterday and wait for me, okay? I’ll pick you up there and then we need to talk, okay?”

Jaycee knew that lust would probably win out after they talked, after all what man was in total control of his libido? He wanted to bed Nicky, but he didn’t want to hurt him, he cared about him now and if that meant giving up sex with him, he’d probably do it just to walk away with a clear conscience. The worry of what would happen to him tomorrow and the next day held his desire in check and his dick was only half-hard with Nicky in the room, but it wouldn’t take much… a smile, a wink from the muscular detective could send Jaycee back down the path to total abandon.

As Jaycee did what Nicky advised; the previously confused young detective struggled with his own morality before getting in his 60’s, red muscle-car, a cherry- colored Camaro with a refurbished 386 and drove toward the seedy side of the city to meet with a young man who could change his life forever.

He thought about calling Sherry for a short time and then turned off his cell. As he pulled up in front of the Green Lantern, he saw Jay’s slight form coming from the front office. This wasn’t where Nick wanted to make love to the kid. “Kid” he had to stop calling him that. After all, he was of legal age and he had as much right to respect as anyone and Nicky was fast finding himself totally enamored by the vision in front of him.

Nick cracked the window, “They won’t let me get my stuff...they say I own for two more nights. It’s not much, just some clothes and a couple of pictures, but I’d like to have it back.” Jaycee needed say any more, Nick quickly withdrew his wallet and handed him two twenties.

“That enough?”

“Yeah, I’ll bring you the change.”

Nick’s head swiveled from one approach to the street to another, hoping that no one he knew would see him here. His car, he now realized was a liability, the fire red paint and wide white stripe likened it to the hot rod in Starsky and Hutch of seventies fame, although it wasn’t the same type of car or a similar model, he knew anyone that knew him would recognize it. The idea of someone catching him at a fly-by-night motel didn’t scare him as much as someone seeing Jaycee getting in the car.

Hence when he saw Jay coming out from the manager’s office, paper bag in tow, he inched the car further into the darker recesses of the lot, Jaycee, he was sure, recognizing his attempt at stealth.

Nick popped the lock on the passenger’s door and Jaycee climbed in and bucked up, such a good boy, Ciancimino thought to himself again.

“Okay, I’m ready.” Jaycee said trying to clear the air. “Where are we off to?”

“Can you handle a little drive? You put your head back and close your eyes, I’m sure you haven’t slept in a while, huh?” Nick drove cautiously, pulling out of the parking lot.

“Whatever you want Nicky. I just want to be with you.” Jaycee smiled, hoping to relay the message of concern he felt to his new friend.

“Yeah, well…we’ll get there, okay? Just try to get some rest for now.” The reality of the day’s life-changing events weighed heavy on his mind, but he had a while to think about it now.

“Okay…see you in a while…you will wake me up when we get wherever we’re going, right?” The amount of hurt and uncertainty in Jaycee’s voice caused Nick to tear up.

“Of course I will Jay.” Nicky patted Jay’s hand which lay in his lap. He kept it there as they hit the highway and Nicky drove to a new place, where he hoped above all reason that he could have a life with the bundle of mousy brown hair and insecurity that lay next to him.

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Jaycee’s eyes opened slowly. A dark-haired monolith of a man was kissing him. Was he still dreaming?

“We’re here.”

“Where’s here?”

“Just this side of Newark.”

“Why…why’d you bring me back here?” Jaycee shook as he spoke.

“Because, this was the closest “big city” that we could get lost in. I’m sorry if it scares you, Jay, but we needed the cover it could provide.” Nicky’s fingers lifted Jaycee’s chin up so that their eyes met. “I’m not trying to dump you Jayc. I wouldn’t do that because I know how much you’ve already been hurt. I just didn’t want anyone to recognize me or my car. I still have some things to talk to you about and a lot of issues to deal with back there. Do you understand?”

Jaycee felt selfish, he knew that Nicky’s wedding band was probably foremost in his mind, but he had to let whatever was meant to happen now, just happen.

“Let’s get inside and get cleaned up, okay?” Nicky grabbed Jaycee’s hand and squeezed, reassuring him that there was still something special there between them.

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Nicky let the water beat on his tired back and shoulders. He still couldn’t believe he was here. He had left a message on Sherry’s cell that he was going to be out of town for a couple of days. The Sarge didn’t give him any grief either, Nicky had never taken any vacation during his tenure at the 3 5. A couple of days wouldn’t put anybody out and it was going to take him that long to figure out exactly what was happening with him and Jaycee.

He finished his ablutions and stepped out of the shower to shave and brush his teeth. He had packed a bag at home after getting the mini-mart owner to repeal the charges against Jaycee. Sherry hadn’t been there. Her things were thrown about in the bedroom as if she’d left in a hurry. He couldn’t tell if she was gone for a day or for good, but at that point he was more focused on getting back to the precinct and getting Jaycee sprung than whether his marriage was in fact, over.

Jaycee was lying on the big double bed in the Doubletree Suites room Nicky had rented at the edge of Newark. He was trying to stay awake until Nick returned from his shower, but Jaycee had gone first and the heat of the pulsating shower had relaxed his muscles and made him drowsy again. Just as he was about to drift off, Nick appeared in the doorway, completely naked.

Jaycee’s eyes dilated quickly trying to focus on the breathtaking spectacle in front of him. Nicky Ciancimino was the epitome of male beauty. His police training had kept him in ultimate physical condition, narrow waist, muscled arms and toned pecs, but Nicky had a natural presence as well. His cock still lay partially flaccid against his right thigh, but one look at Jaycee lying there on the bed, his chest exposed for Nicky’s pleasure, the appendage took on length and girth quickly.

By the time Nick was at the side of the bed, his cock was full-blown, the veins standing out proud and bright purple against the smooth olive tone of his Italian skin. He was cut, but still had enough skin to easily slide up and down his shaft when he stroked it. His balls hung low in their sac and Jaycee’s own organ started to drip at the thought of holding the twin orbs in his mouth.

Nicky lay down next to Jay. “I need to tell you something Jaycee, truthfully. I’ve been dreaming of what is about to happen for two days now. I want nothing more than to make love to you and make you feel as much passion for me as I have for you since I laid eyes on you. If there’s something you don’t want to do, I want you to speak up. I would never want to hurt you in any way, emotionally or physically; so if this isn’t what you want I need you to tell me now.”

Jaycee wrapped his arms around Nick’s full chest, bringing his mouth level with Nicky’s. He initiated a kiss that was equally as hot as the one they shared in the precinct. They dove into each other’s mouth, their tongues exchanging spit and their lips swelling with the pressure of each of their fervent eroticism.

“Oh God, Jayc, let me love you baby, I’m so hot for you right now. All I want to do is worship your body, lay back and let me, please?”

Jaycee needed not reply. He simply rolled on his back and let Nicky move down his thin frame and envelope him whole.

Nicky put everything he was into loving Jaycee, starting under his chin, he kissed in between Jayc’s neck and shoulder, a spot Nick knew elicited a shiver in his own body. He sucked away, summoning blood to the surface of Jaycee’s creamy white skin and creating a ‘love bite’ as his Gramma Celia had called hickeys.

Then he moved to Jayc’s nipples. Soft brown like his eyes, they peaked at Nicky’s attention, one with his mouth suckling it and the other pinched between his thumb and forefinger.

Jaycee squirmed under Nicky’s touch, his cock throbbed and pre-cum oozed from within him. He was so sexually charged that he was afraid he would go off too soon. Being young he knew he could recover, but the thought of cumming just from having Nicky touch him, seemed almost immature. He held back with all his strength and concentrated on the fact that it was just Nicky and him in this bed and that he was quickly falling head over heels in love with the man who had rescued him.

Nicky was still laving Jaycee’s sensitive nipples, one then the other; bringing them to stiff points. Jaycee’s moans spurring him on, he moved down the plane of his stark white belly, settling at his belly button. Nicky kissed around it and finally dove in with his tongue, swabbing in and out of it. Jaycee was ticklish there and the feel of Nicky’s hot pointed tongue in there made him giggle. Every time he’d pass around the circumference of Jay’s belly, his cheek would brush the tip of Jaycee’s rigid cock.

“You want me to stop?” Nicky looked into Jay’s soulful eyes and winked.

“Uhnnnnoo, Nicky please just take me, I can’t stand anymore teasing.” His head thrashed back and forth on the pillow as Nicky slid his hand down Jaycee’s belly and around the base of his thin, straight dick.

He stroked up like he would if he had been handling his own member, slowly and deliberately, reaching the head and smearing the copious amount of pre-cum resting there with his thumb. Jaycee’s hips lifted off the bed as Nick lowered his face closer to the object of his passion. Jay was so beautiful to him, perfect in a way only a lover could see and now that he was presented with the apex of his sexual being, he hovered there above it, studying the thing in all its magnificence.

Jaycee pushed the head of his dick closer to Nicky’s mouth. There was some trepidation on Nicky’s part about not being able to do this ‘right’, but the emotions that had been resting in his body and mind for the past 48 hours overcame the smallest amount of fear that was left. He could smell Jaycee essence, the part of him that made him a man and the pull to consume him was even stronger. Careful not to catch his sweet boy with his teeth, he popped the head of Jay’s cock into his mouth, sucking just the tip.

“Uuuuuuuhhhhhhh. Oh god Nicky yes, suck my cock.” Jayc was still pushing up from the bed and the sensation in the head of his cock was like nothing he had ever experienced before. When he and Brian had messed around it had only ever been mutual jack-off sessions and the night they got caught, Jaycee had been sucking Brian’s dick when his mom came through his bedroom door. Jay had never been sucked before and Nick needed not worry about whether he was doing it right or not, this feeling was better than any he had ever experienced.

Nicky continued tentatively. He let Jaycee’s tool slide all the way into his mouth, but when the length of it touched the back of his throat, he gagged slightly. He was a bit embarrassed that this had happened, but he didn’t let it deter him for long. He pulled up a bit and concentrated on sucking the head like a lollipop. He could feel Jaycee’s pulse under his tongue and the constant staccato of the blood rushing through Jay’s organ made him heady.

“Nicky, I’m gonna….” That was all that reached Jaycee’s mouth before his semen rushed up from his balls and painted Nicky’s mouth with the thick, viscous fluid.

Nick’s first reaction was to spit the foreign substance from his mouth, but before he could make that mistake, he compared the flavor to his own he had recently sampled. Jaycee’s spunk was so sweet; no acidic quality to it at all. So instead of spitting it out, he rolled the semen around as he would have a fine wine, savoring every aspect of it and imprinting the flavor forever on his tongue and in his memory.

When he pulled off finally and looked at the young man lying in front of him, he thought maybe he had fallen asleep. He knew he could pass out in a hot second after shooting his load, but he was still really amped up and his cock was past steel hard. Jaycee’s eyes were closed, but he wasn’t sleeping. As he lay on the bed, the lust drained from him for the moment, all he could think of was how he was going to keep Nicky with him from this moment on.

Jaycee looked up as Nick settled down next to him, slowly stroking Jay’s ruffled hair away from his face. Jaycee seized Nicky’s hand and kissed it, first the palm and then each finger tip.

“I love you Nicky.” The words just rushed out before Jaycee could do anything about it. He regretted saying them the minute they crossed between them.

Nicky’s eyes widened in surprise, but after the initial shock, he decided he liked the sound of it and that he possibly could love Jaycee too. First though he had think of something to say back…instead, he lowered his mouth to Jaycee’s and kissed him with all of the passion, comfort and caring he could. Things still weren’t crystal clear to him, but he knew he felt something akin to love for Jaycee and he wasn’t about to spoil it by not returning the boy’s feelings.

Jaycee’s knew he had screwed up and that he may have spoken too soon, but he wasn’t about to ruin the rest of this night by dwelling on the fact that Nicky hadn’t proclaimed his undying love back to him. With Nicky’s tongue still in his mouth, he reached for the rigid weapon Nicky wielded. The thick tool was the biggest Jaycee had ever seen, but because of his limited sexual experience the only other dicks Jayc had seen were in the locker room at school before he had graduated. Nicky was definitely in a league of his own in Jaycee’s eyes.

As he began to stroke Nicky’s cock, he couldn’t get over how smooth the skin was. Nicky’s dark, wiry pubic hair wound its way up his shaft from the forest that surrounded his groin, but the hair on the base of his shaft was softer, more pliant. Jaycee luxuriated in the feel of the stiff organ in his hand and Nicky moaned harder into Jay’s mouth, thrusting his hips forward into the grasp around him.

“Let me suck you Nicky.’ Jaycee pleaded as he pulled away from their fluid kiss.

“Are you sure, baby?” Nicky queried, wondering whether Jayc could handle the prodigious weapon he produced when fully aroused.

“Yeah, I want to. Just lay back and let me do for you what you did for me.”

Nick rolled to his back and watched as Jaycee crawled, cat like, down to his waist. He picked up Nicky’s left leg and ducked underneath, pushing it up to a bent position, thus giving Jaycee better access to Nicky’s cock and balls.

He started at the tip, licking the pre-cum there. This part of oral sex, Jaycee had a little experience with, he had teased Brian’s piss slit and watched the pre-cum ooze out, tasting it as he produced it before he had taken his best friend in his mouth and sucked the life out of him. Jay knew that the smallest of swipes with his tongue would probably set Nicky afire again and so he went relatively slow. A lick here on the tip; one lick there around the crown, slowly descending down the shaft until he came closer to the thick bush of pubes at the base and Nicky’s full balls, hanging below.

He couldn’t wait to get to Nick’s balls and when he did, he wasn’t disappointed. Nicky’s scent down there caused Jaycee’s own dick to get hard again. The musky, manly fragrance sent pin pricks of pleasure to Jay’s nerve endings and drove him lower on Nicky’s body. He swiped Nicky’s balls, one then the other, but rooted deeper, reaching the secretive area of any man’s anatomy just below his balls, leading to his asshole. Jaycee was sort of apprehensive, who wouldn’t be, but the pure sexual bliss he felt at having access to the core of Nicky’s body was euphoric and he wasn’t about to ignore it.

He sucked the skin of Nicky’s perineum between his lips, tasting the residue of soap and the hint of his man. He knew that his ultimate goal was Nicky’s hole, but he continued to swipe his tongue around the juncture of his legs, balls and the base of his cock. Jaycee was like a person possessed, wanting to give Nicky as much pleasure as he possibly could. Nicky had asked Jay to let him love him before and now Jaycee was returning the favor.

He pushed Nick’s other leg up and continued the assault on his partner’s sexual equipment. The first dip down to the edge of Nicky’s asshole caused an electric charge in the muscular detective. He groaned out loud, putting his hands in Jaycee’s hair. Jaycee took this as a positive sign that he was doing all right. His hand continued to pump up and down on Nicky’s thick tube, careful not to touch the head, not wanting to cause a premature explosion.

Nick instinctively pulled his legs back to his chest and reveled in the feelings Jay was bringing him. Jaycee went back to the sweet, tender flesh of Nicky’s star; licking and poking his tongue into the tight pink hole. Then he did something that practically gave his partner a heart attack, he put his mouth around Nicky’s entrance and sucked.

“Oh my god Jay, baby. What are you doing to me down there? GEEEZE US H. CHIIIIIIIST, yes, baby suck my hole, oooooooooooohhhh my god it feels so good.”

Nick’s sex talk spurred Jaycee on even more and he slowly began to inch his other hand toward Nick’s gorgeous ass. With all the lube from Jaycee spit on the little orifice, Jaycee really had no trouble getting the tip of his index finger in there. He moved it around slowly and tentatively, not wanting to hurt his lover at all.

“Is that okay Nicky? Am I hurting you?”

“Fuck no baby.” Nicky moaned out. “It feels so good I never want you to stop. I don’t know what you’re doing to me, but this is the best sex I’ve ever had….keep going baby. Do whatever you want to me.”

Jaycee was psyched now, he kept licking around the entrance to Nicky’s body and wiggled his finger a little farther in, touching for the first time, Nick’s sensitive prostate. Feeling the nugget of nerve endings beneath his forefinger, Jaycee went back for a second swipe, brushing back and forth against it. That was all Nicky could take. His cock went off like a geyser, spraying huge jets of cum into the air.

Jaycee looked up from between his lover’s legs just in time to see the last spurt of semen leave Nick’s cock and then land on his chest. Nick was panting so hard that his chest and abdomen quivered. The pools of cum on his body were like a magnet to Jayc, calling to him to devour them.

Rising to his side, Jaycee scooted himself up to Nicky’s waist and proceed to lick the cum from his lover’s body.

Nicky’s senses were overwrought. He had just cum more than ever in his life and he was totally at a loss for words. The kid he had picked up for shoplifting two days ago was now lovingly licking his seed from his chest and everything he had thought that he wanted in his life was suddenly forgotten. He didn’t care if he had to give Sherry the house and the car, or anything else she wanted; he was staying with Jaycee no matter what.

Nicky opened his eyes and peered down toward his young love. “Commere, baby.”

Jay brought himself up level with Nicky’s face and saw the euphoria washed across it. He leaned down slowly, hoping Nicky would kiss him, even with the combination of his ass and cum on his face.

Nick didn’t hesitate. He pulled his lover to him, encircled Jay’s face with his hands and dove in for a tongue duel to rival any they had previously shared.

When they finally caught their breath, Nick looked up from the bed into Jaycee’s eyes. “Jayc, I want you to know; I love you too baby. I’m sorry I couldn’t say it before. I didn’t want to make promises I couldn’t keep, but I know now, more than just from the sex; we belong together.”

Jaycee started to cry. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was. In the span of a little under a week, he had been humiliated, ostracized, arrested and now had been saved, totally and completely by the hunky detective who had pinned him to a greasy mini-mart floor.

“Oh Nicky, you don’t know how happy I am that you feel that way too. I was afraid that when I said it earlier that you’d totally freak on me and run the other way.” Jaycee was gasping from the sobs that still escaped from him. The weeks of frustration and worry poured out of him. Nick just held him against his chest and stroked his hair.

“Don’t worry Jayc, there’s no way I’m going anywhere. Things might not be easy for a while, but I think you’ve unlocked something in me that was always there…it just took the right person to find the key.”

They snuggled there for a while, not saying anything and finally Jaycee fell asleep. Nick treasured the feeling of having Jaycee cuddled against his large chest. The need to protect his young lover was more overpowering than ever and he resolved himself that whatever they decided to do, he would stay faithful to this picture of perfection, if it were the last thing he ever did.

The dawn would bring more questions, pressures and situations to deal with, but for now, NY City Detective, Nick Ciancimino was content to stay just where he was, wrapped around the love of his life.