Date: Mon, 1 Nov 2021 21:56:47 +0200 From: Ryan White Subject: Here's Looking at You Kid, Chapter 3 HOLA PEEPS! Sorry for the delay, work was hectic and in-between there was still our local South African Government Elections where I had volunteered to help out, so things has been hectic. THANK YOU for all the feedback, all the emails you've sent me regarding Kid, I really appreciate it xx liciousryan@gmail.com Enjoy this next installment! Ryan HERE'S LOOKING AT YOU, KID CHAPTER THREE My dick was hard, as hard could be. I didn't know what sort of dreams he was busy having, but what I did know, was that it had to be pretty damn good ones. His own teenage cock was stretching the limits of the duvet he was sleeping under, his sexy ass fourteen-year-old face was covered in frowns and bliss, his eyes were slightly moving under those tightly closed lids and his chest was heaving up and down with the intensity of what he was seeing inside his own horny subconscious little mind. He groaned softly and then swiftly proceeded to turn on his side all the while now hiding that delicious looking cock from my own view. Man, life wasn't fair. I had a huge humongous crush on this kid and there was nothing I could do about it. He did tell me however, that his father threw him out of the house because he caught him watching gay porn on his cellphone...that half and half gave me some form of hope, but even then, so he was gay, but would he want a twenty-nine-year-old adult lusting after him? One an entire fifteen years his superior? Doubted it. He seemed far more infatuated with that Zero character that he was staying with on the streets. And although I wasn't impressed by Zero the last time, I had spoken to him, I knew that he truly cared for Kid, aka Adam, his real name, as he told me several days ago. Yeah, there was a pretty tight bond there and although I had no right to, I down right hated it. I sighed and closed the door, careful not to wake him up. This was becoming a problem. Adam's arm was getting better by the day and eventually I promised that if it was healed fully, that I would take him back to the "squat" where he lived, and yes, that's what he had called that old craped, abandoned building where all sorts of scum tended to hang out. As a copper, we had been called out there several times in the past, in addition why Zero hated me, as I had arrested his brother some weeks before I met Adam. I was taught in my life and in my police training, to be tough. Not to care about anything to anyone, especially when it came to a situation where it was only between you and an attacker, to shoot on instinct, and on some instances, extreme ones, shoot to kill. You can't have this kinda job and feel things. This sort of job and emotions simply did not go together. It simply did not. Gritting my teeth, I lambasted myself in what I had allowed to happen. That fresh faced teenager with looks to die for and a more than beautiful body to match would be my fucking end. I didn't quite know what I was feeling for him, but I did know that I wanted to protect him against all costs. I wanted to be near him all the time, I thought about him constantly when I was at my job, and when I came home at nights, I would literally be fucking praying that he hadn't run away back to the "squat" and more heartbreakingly, probably back to Zero as well, but no. He was there, always there, every night. In my face, in my house, and in my fucking heart, every night, as I returned home from my work. In typical teenage boy fashion, he would ask how many people I had shot or had arrested during the day. He was fascinated by it, by all the time he had spent with me. He told me before that he hated cops, that everyone where they lived at, hated the Old Bill, because of wrongful arrest, or us busting one of their drug operations or whatever...but Kid actually admitted that being a cop looked...pretty damn awesome. That he wanted to be a cop one day as well, and then he quickly begged me never to tell Zero, what he had just told me. That particular afternoon, I simply stared at him in awe. I realized just what sort of effect I had to have on him by saying that. I had taken him in, a perfect stranger from the streets, and right now, I wasn't sure if my heart could handle letting him go. ** "Dude! You realize how much these stuff costs?" I patted Adam on the back as he came to a sheer standstill, and pushed him towards the clothes store inside the local mall. He kept turning back at me with a massive frown on his face but I didn't have a care in the world. It was high time that he was spoilt, maybe, just a little. "I mean, you really don't have to do this..." "Would you shut up? Get in here, and let's see what they have going for a brat like you." I got rolling eyes in return for that one. We walked into the store, where I could already see two young girls working and unpacking new stock at the young teens section. Somewhere in the back of my mind I remembered I was reading or that I heard that it was the schools' holidays right now, but of course I wouldn't know that, since I had no kids of my own, and neither would Kid, because he didn't attend school at all anymore. I saw one of the girls' eyes flashing towards Kid as we entered...and, oh the joys of being a youngster. "Can I be of some assistance?" she asked, more to Kid, rather than to me, clearly wanting to make a good impression and hoping on a sale of some sort. Clearly only helping out in the holidays and clearly having good taste of her own, because the little madam couldn't take her eyes off Kid. A part of me wanted to slap her silly and tell her that Adam was only fourteen years old, not to mention GAY, but Lord help me, I wouldn't do that to him. "Yeah, we wanna buy some decent slabs for this young devil over here. Anything you wanna show us, perhaps?" I said as sarcastically as possible because the school girl was now openly flaunting her rather sizable eighteen-year-old boobs right at Adam, and this time, I rolled my own eyes as she didn't' even brother to answer me, but took hold of Adam's hand. "Sure! There are some nice shirts and stuff we got in yesterday, that would look just FABULICIOUS on you!" In what fucking universe was "fabulicious" even a word? I slowly walked behind them and seriously, I wanted to laugh my damn guts out because Adam was so freaked out and spooked by this promiscuous older girl who obviously had the hots for him, that it was funny as hell to watch. Knowing full well that Adam was gay and so not into her, but of course she didn't realize that. Adam hid his sexuality so well, in fact, if he hadn't told me, I never would have guessed. That's what comes with living on the streets full time, I thought. Anything to actually survive just ONE more night. The girl, who finally told her name, which was Chantelle, sent Adam into the dressing rooms a couple of times, to try things on that she would think was more his age range, and I had to admit, longingly, that I had no idea about any of this. After about three of four trips to the dressing room, who was counting...Adam emerged from the compartment, dressed in a black t-shirt and some skinny blue ripped jeans which complemented his skinny, yet muscled body absolutely perfectly. It was right there and then, where all of this wasn't funny anymore. It was like everyone inside the clothes store had disappeared and it was only myself and Adam inside there, looking and staring at each other. Jesus. He has never looked more beautiful in his life; I just knew it. With his bright blue eyes that showed a real lust for life when ever he smiled, his buzz cut blonde hair which was by now really starting to grow out in full bloom, as well as his strong teenage chest and torso which hugged that lucky as fuck t-shirt so tight it seemed like he was struggling to breathe. Hmm...I can see why said school girl picked it out for him, I thought with a massive grin on my face. Knowing Adam was gay helped a bit...not a lot...but it did. "That looks INSANE on you! I'd take both of those, if I were you!" she half screamed and quickly pushed Adam in a different direction. When she wasn't looking, Adam turned towards me and held an imaginary gun to his head and mouthed "Shoot me" to which I almost spat out my chewing gum in response. Finally, and a whole bunch of money later, we walked out of the clothes shop, each of us with two bags in our hands. "Fucker. You knew all the time, didn't you?" Adam hissed as we walked towards my car and I snickered which, in return, earned me a solid death stare from my street Kid. "Dude, a blind man in new Jersey knew she was coming on to you!" I laughingly, squeaked out before I had to duck as he tried to jokingly hit me with his newly purchased clothes. "She can be lucky. I SO wanted tell her that if she had a boyfriend, I would rather have sucked his dick than me getting touched by her!" he murmured but I did see a hint of a smile, which meant he took it lightheartedly amongst all that so called anger. "You're a handsome young man, boy! Own it!" I said, looking him straight in the eye. Suddenly I wasn't in the joking type of mood anymore. Suddenly I wanted to tell him exactly what I really thought about him, and how I was started to FEEL for him, deep inside my soul and heart. All that earned me was a middle finger and a smile, before he got into the car. Sigh. ** "Officer, look at this!" "Dude, I told you not to call me...WOW..." Kid literally spun into the living room where I was busy relaxing after the day's shopping experience, something I really wasn't used to, I literally only brought clothes when I really needed them. So obviously this whole morning tired me out and I had a night shift within a few hours. Joys of being a police detective. That, and the money. Yeah, right. I looked up, and there he was. Adam himself. "Kid" to his peers. And he was wearing one pair of his brand-new boxers that I had gotten for him that same morning. Only problem is...he was wearing nothing else. Once more, I was astounded that a boy his age had the torso that he did. Most grown men weren't even so lucky. He was ripped, skinny as hell, but he had muscle on his arms and his abs looked flat and strong. His stunningly beautiful skin stretched out all the way from his fluent, solid looking neck and to his upper chest. His nipples stood out in the cold of the early afternoon air, and his ripped abs really looked like a piece of fucking art. I had seen his cock before, when I had to help him in the shower with his broken arm, and even though it was unfortunately, completely covered in the fabric of those damn boxers, which I SO badly wanted to rip off and just bury my face inside his groin and just start SUCKING...I literally had to TEAR my face away from his junk and recapture his attention. "What am I supposed to look at?" I asked, wanting to mess with him a bit. He shot me a real WTF look and pointed down to the boxers. "I'm wearing it...I promised you I would wear it and I just wanted to show you, that you didn't like, waste your money or anything." Dude...I didn't `waste a fucking cent. Jesus Christ. If anything, I got loads of bargains out of this. "Wanna give the girl at the clothes shop a call so she can come and check you out? I can find out her number, no problem..." "DON'T YOU DARE! God...she was like a fucking piranha! Anyway, I'm gonna sleep in this tonight. That okay?" Oh, baby boy...that's more than okay. "Yeah, I mean, whatever you want..." I said casually, before he smiled that beautiful cheeky ass smile that I admired so much, and he sped off in the direction of his room. I wasn't sure whether or not my heart could take anymore. ** When he didn't answer his cellphone that I had gotten him, later that night when I was at the station, and he was meant to be at home, alone, I didn't think much of it. When he didn't answer the FOURTH time, I tried to phone him, I started to get really worried. I couldn't exactly leave the station to go all the way home to check on a street kid that was in my house illegally without the authorities organizing anything...SHIT...where the hell was he? Why wasn't he answering? STOP WORRYING...that little voice inside head told me over and over. Kid was street smart; he was tough and experienced. There HAD to be good enough reason why he wasn't answering my calls. The little shit. At this point I would settle for him watching STRAIGHT porn for not answering. Literally anything as long as he was okay and alright. For some fucked up reason there was STUFF after STUFF and more STUFF that prevented me from going home early, and I gritted my teeth when I saw that it was already six a clock in the morning, when I should have clocked off around five. Frustrated as hell, I RIPPED my phone from my jacket pocket and dialed home. Six ring tones later and I nearly smashed my phone to pieces in sheer frustration. He obviously wasn't home or something terrible has happened. There was no question about that, I knew it. Either way, I had to get home and get there NOW! "Detective, we need your help on this case..." "Get someone else, I don't give a shit! "I shouted back as I grabbed my things and to the shocked faces of my team, I got into my car and drove home as quickly as I could. I genuinely think that I drove through two red lights, but I didn't care. All I cared about was getting home and making sure that Adam was okay. It was like I was operating on auto pilot; I had no control over my emotions. I stopped in front of the apartment complex and got out of the car before it had quite come to a stop. I walked over to my home and did a quick check of the area. Nothing seemed out of sorts of unusual, so I placed the key inside the gate and unlocked it, and the front door. "Kid? Kid, where are you?" Complete and utter silence greeted me as dread overcame me. "Kid? You here?" Nothing. His room. Check it. I ran upstairs as quick as I could and burst into his room with the door handle almost swinging off its hinges. Nothing. Jesus. Where the fucking hell was he? Part of me didn't wanna think of the overwhelming, disastrous feeling that he had packed his things and left me, to go back to Zero and back to the squat, but as I checked his dresser and cupboards, all the clothes I had brought him was still there, even his new backpack, was still on his bed. The bed itself didn't need to tell me that no one had slept inside it. FUCK! Why did I had to be on a night shift, today of ALL days? Something must have happened...Kid wouldn't just up and leave my house. He wouldn't. Would he? ** Key. Inside of the door. I sat up inside a complete and utter freight, panic written all over my face. Sure enough, it was Kid sneaking inside, ever so damn quietly, like a cockroach inside of a fucking kitchen basin. The little fucker was right as rain, not a scratch on him, not a sliver of pain, not even a splatter of blood. I balled my fists and stood before him as he turned the corner into the living room. The moment that he saw me, how my face must have looked at that point and time, worrying about his punk ass all night, his eyes widened as he stepped back two or three paces. "Oh shit..." he whispered, fear evident inside his beautiful baby blue eyes. "WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?" He trotted more and more backwards, until he had his back totally against the front door, his eyes watering and flickering all over the place, just like it did on the same night he and the infamous Zero had broken in here, in the first place. The night I saw him for the first time, and the very same night since, that I couldn't get him out of my head. Kid swallowed slowly and his Adam's apple bobbed with the motion. "I...I went out..." "That's it? That's all you have to say?" Kid hovered and his eyes flickered one more time. "You have any idea how worried I was about you? I must have phoned you like twenty-seven times but you never answered. You have ANY idea what had gone through my head? DO YOU?" Kid shot up and suddenly his entire demeanor changed. "NO one asked you to! Don't you TRUST ME?" "AFTER TONIGHT, I DON'T THINK I EVER WILL AGAIN!" I thundered back, he this time, he didn't back down and he was in my face like I was inside his own. "You can't keep me locked in here, I'm not your fucking prisoner! What, am I not even allowed to go out now?" "By all means, but then you TELL me and you ANSWER your DAMN PHONE when you do so!" He angrily closed his eyes as my spit landed on his cheeks, but my God, I was so fucking angry. Anything could have happened to him. He reached up with his injured arm, much better now by the looks of it, and he furiously wiped away the droplets of spit from his skin. "I have been on the streets for almost two years. No shit, I can look after myself, no one told you, you have to WORRY about me!" he gave back as good as he got. I turned around and paced up and down a few times, before I grabbed both his shoulders and levelled ourselves eyeball, to eyeball. "But you see, Adam that's where you're wrong...I do care. I fucking care. I care about you. A lot. If anything, ... I mean, anything would have happened to you out there, I would have never forgiven myself and I would have killed the person who hurt you. Dude...just...forget it and go to your room. That's if you still wanna stay, I guess. Just...I can't look at you right now." Adam's eyes softened as I spoke. I could see them tearing up a little, but he managed to stop himself from any tears actually spilling over. He reminded me so much of the boy who sunk to his knees that night he came to my house for protection from Zero's drug dealer who he accidently short changed with cash. He cried his heart out that night, and I think that's when it had happened. When I went bat shit crazy for him. When just caring for someone, just good and plain caring about someone's being, became more. Much more. My heart knew exactly what I felt for Adam but my brain just didn't wanna say it. Realize it. Or accept it. `I'll stay..." he whispered and slowly walked to his room, before he once more turned around, stared at me for a few seconds, before swiftly and quickly, bolting up the stairs. ** "Officer?" "Kid...Adam? You okay?" It was near twelve in the afternoon when he finally emerged from his room, and I was still wide awake, even though I hadn't slept all night. Part of me wanted to tell him to go back to Zero and to the squat, and the other part of me wanted to make sweet love to him until he came all over my bedsheets. I just didn't know what to do. He slowly walked over to me and sat down besides me. He had his new boxers on, not the same pair he had shown me however, and he wasn't shirtless this time, but he was wearing a tank top. Fucking hell, his arms and biceps looked so good, so youthful and free, so strong and young...and so, so illegal. He took a deep breath and covered his face with both his hands, before slowly starting to speak. "I just...I had to go and see how Zero was. I haven't seen him in ages and I wanted to tell him about my new stuff you got me. And I only left my phone at home because I didn't wanna take it with me in case I get robbed or mugged over there. Zero told me you went there the other day, so you know what goes on at the squat. And I didn't think you would phone me, I really didn't. I'm old enough to look after myself, I've been doing it for ages, ever since my dad threw me out..." He hasn't mentioned his dad once since he first told me why he as on the streets to begin with...and just as I was about to say something, he got in there first... "I don't want you to feel sorry for me, or even worry about me. Please. Because it fucks everything up. I was really scared this morning when you shouted at me, because all I saw was my dad, going on and ON about how HIS son couldn't be gay that he WOULDN'T have a gay son, there was just no way. And then, he took my stuff and literally PUSHED me out of the house. The house I grew up in. MY mom...she just sat there and when she CRIED, my dad shouted at her. He asked, why was she crying, because he was doing the LORD'S WORK! Do you have any idea how that felt? And when you went off on me, it just all came...flooding back..." The last two words were mere whispers, as his body started to shake and quiver. At once I reached over him and pulled Adam to me. "No...lemme go!" he hissed but I didn't give a single fuck. I held that boy in my arms and allowed him to get everything out that he could. Every hiss, every sob, and every sigh and anguished cry that emerged out of his throat was like a knife to my heart. I wanted to take care of him, make sure he lacked for nothing. I dreaded being away from him for more than an hour. I missed him so much when I wasn't here...I literally left my job in the middle of an investigation to come and make sure he was okay... Oh man. Oh man, oh man. And that's when it hit me like a hard cock to my prostrate. I...I was in love with him. Jesus Christ. How? When? Fuck knows. At last, finally, like some form of thick blank curtain being tailed away before my eyes, my brain finally seemed to register what was happening. And it scared me to shit. He was in my arms. He had stopped crying and I hadn't even noticed. My warm, seeking hands were near damn caressing his back, there was no way he couldn't, wouldn't, feel the sheer emotion ripping through my touch onto his skin. Slowly, he looked up, and straight into my eyes. The neon lights of the big screen TV bounced back and it was reflected into his eyes. They refused to move from mine. I couldn't hide it anymore. It was too hard, way too hard. Slowly, very slowly, still holding him tight, I sank my head down to his level, and my nose touched his. I felt his warm breath as it cascaded mine as both our mouths were open at the shock realization of what was happening between a fourteen-year-old street kid and a twenty-nine-year-old copper. He sighed and he sniveled, as if he was freezing when in reality it wasn't anyway near that cold. I was close enough to I could hear his heart beating, faster, faster and faster until it fucking sounded like it was humming, rather than the latter. As if inside a dream, my free hand made its way to his face, and I used my thumb to caress his hair and his throat softly and gently. Adam's eyes grew as he realized at what I was doing...and that he didn't even TRY and stop me... "Never ever say that I shouldn't be worried about you, Kid. Because I won't stop caring..." I whispered and he closed his eyes, as if he was digesting what I had just said. "No way...you're not into this..." he whispered back, questioningly, his sweet, full teenage lips moving up and down smoothly as he did so... I smiled at him, and finally, leaned down and placed my lips on his own. A groan as loud as the Sahara dessert escaped his throat as he held onto me for dear life. Jesus, I don't think I had EVER been as turned on by anyone as him right then and there. My dick was rock hard and probably leaking, I didn't even care. All I knew was I had my dream boy inside my arms and I was kissing him and holy fuck, he was kissing me back! His mouth tasted of spearmint toothpaste and his little whiff of BO didn't bother me in the slightest. I tried my luck even further my inserting my tongue into his mouth with the hope of finding his. As the pink, wet two organs touched and became one, the passion and natural instincts took over and he literally JUMPED on top of me. For the first time I felt his hard dick press against my lower abdomen, and my God, he was so stiff, that thing could poke an eye out. He attacked my mouth with vigor and virility before he kissed down my neck and attacked my shoulders like they were the last bit of food on this green earth. The hunger in his eyes was something to behold, he looked like he was fucking possessed. I pulled him up towards me and kissed him until he was pulling at my hair in what I hoped was sheer sexual magnetism, fuck knows what else it could have been, and smothered my swollen mouth and lips on his own. "Oh fuck...don't stop...don't ever stop..." His angelic voice reminded me of a renegade in his deepest darkest lariat...his moans and sighs enough to drive me bananas, is stiff, metal dark teenage cock just waiting, craving, desperately BEGGING for my touch. "Don't stop...Zero...don't stop..." ** I froze. What...what did he just say? No...no, I heard him correctly, because he transformed from rock hard to super soft in next to no time underneath my fingertips. A wild expression on his red, blushing face told me that I hadn't misheard. We stared at each other, and God, it felt like minutes, when in reality, it was probably a few short seconds. "Sorry..." Kid hissed out, before he got up from the couch, the very same couch where we were making out and grappling each other like horny teenagers mere seconds ago...and he fled up to his room faster than if the devil himself was after him. I sat back down, my cock still half hard, and Jesus, I could still TASTE him on my tongue, his skin, his lips, his saliva, his fucking everything apart from his teenage dick that I wanted so damn much... ...and there he goes and moans another man's name whilst making love to ME. Where...how...do we go from here?? ** THANKS FOR READING!! Love ending off my chapters with a little bit of a cliffhanger LOL Clearly Officer Jason feels more for Adam, aka Kid than the latter does for him...and where does this leave them? Afterall, Adam allowed all of this, until he utter the wrong name... Leave me a note, if you enjoyed it and wanna read more xx liciousryan@gmail.com