Jett checked the number jotted down on the piece of paper he held up to the light. Stephanie’s script was small and neat, and it confirmed he was in the right place. Folding the paper up into a square, he flipped the paper around and, with a flourish, it disappeared. Assured that it was safely tucked away in the inner pocket of his jacket, he rapped his knuckles on the thick door and waited.

The door swung open, and the sight waiting on the other side left Jett’s mouth hanging partially open as he completely forgot what he meant to say. Rico stood before him, looking sleepy and slightly grumpy. Jett’s eyes were dragged down Rico’s body, illuminated by the hallway light pouring into the dark hotel room. Rico was dressed only in a pair of thin lounge pants, with the rest of his body completely uncovered.

Rico blinked at him slowly. “Oh, it’s you.”

Jett was forced to pull his attention up from the detective’s body. Rico might have been a former SEAL, but he hadn’t slacked in keeping himself in shape. Every part of the man’s body spoke of strength and endurance, earned from many hours of working his muscles. Though the hair atop the man’s head was a light, almost sandy brown, his body hair was dark, a dense patch of it on his chest ran down in a line to his stomach. Jett’s attention didn’t miss how perfectly the trail, along with the lines of Rico’s stomach, seemed to point to the man’s poorly covered groin.

Jett cleared his throat, trying to not notice the bulge at the front of Rico’s thin pants. “The one and only.”

Rico narrowed his eyes. “You going to tell me what you woke me up for, or just stand there and stare at me?”

Jett looked down, then back up quickly. “Well, when you answer the door like that, I’m going to be a little distracted.”

Rico seemed to realize his state, looking down at himself and grunting. “You’ve already seen me. Don’t know what the big deal is.”

Jett laughed softly. “No, I saw your dick, and while it’s impressive, it’s apparently not the only thing worth seeing. We only had a bit of clothes-on fun, and I have to say, we definitely should have taken the time to pull your clothes off.”

Rico sighed, stepping back to clear the doorway. “Come in before someone else hears you making unnecessary comments about my body.”

Jett did so, stepping into the dark room. “I think they’re necessary at this point.”

Rico closed the door, walking across the room to turn on the lights. “Please tell me you interrupted me for more than your continued attempts at being clever.”

Jett, still watching Rico’s body move, spoke with a thick voice. “What, uh, are you doing sleeping? It’s the middle of the afternoon.”

Rico sat on the edge of the bed, his body weight sagging the end. “I get sleep whenever I can and want to. All I need is a couple of hours every now and again. Old habits.”

“Something you picked up being a big, badass SEAL?” Jett asked with a smirk.

Rico nodded. “Yeah.”

Jett forced himself to look at another part of the room. “So, I figured out what might be going on in this case.”

Rico looked up, a flash of eagerness on his face. “You did?”

Jett nodded, finally making eye contact. “All you have to do is know where to look and voila, the answer was right in front of us.”

“Are you planning on telling me or am I expected to play a guessing game?” Rico asked, sounding exasperated.

In the bright illumination of the room’s lights, Jett could once again clearly see Rico’s green eyes. He allowed himself a moment of wistfulness, thinking they reminded him of a display of emeralds he’d once seen at a museum exhibit. They didn’t have the bright and sparkly allure other gems had, bearing a more subdued and modest beauty he came to appreciate the more he looked at them. Even with Rico’s frown casting a shadow over his eyes, Jett thought they were sensual and simultaneously comforting.

Rico’s gaze searched Jett’s face. “What are you thinking about now?”

Jett stepped closer, inching his way into Rico’s personal space. “I was thinking how good you look when you’ve just rolled out of bed.”

Rico’s brow rose. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re not very good at staying on track?”

Jett was close enough to force Rico to look up at him as he remained sitting on the edge of the bed. The light caught his eyes, adding a warm glow to them as Rico’s lips threatened to curl up into a smile. Jett wondered why he hadn’t seen how handsome Rico really was, even if it was hidden beneath a stoic expression. Like his eyes, there was a somber beauty to Rico’s face, tanned and lined with marks from years of what was probably a rough and demanding life.

“I get distracted easily, especially when there’s a good-looking man sitting in front of me on display,” Jett told him, voice going soft as he reached out to run a finger along a jagged scar on Rico’s shoulder.

Rico shivered briefly, reaching to grab Jett’s hand. “Don’t do that.”

“What’s it from?”

“Shrapnel. Something blew up closer than I would have preferred,” Rico answered, hand shifting to grip Jett’s wrist.

Jett felt his stomach tense, loving the strong grip on him again. “But still far enough away.”

Rico yanked on Jett’s arm, pulling him off balance so he was forced to tip over onto the bed. Jett turned as he fell, allowing himself to land on his back, his wrist still held tight in Rico’s grip. Rico rolled atop Jett, letting go of his wrist long enough to prop himself on the bed, keeping enough of his weight on Jett to hold him in place.

“Let me guess, this is what you were going for?” Rico asked with a teasing glint to his eyes.

Jett wiggled beneath Rico, stilling when he felt the hard press of Rico’s cock against him. “If you ask me, it looks like you were wanting it too.”

“You seem to think you know me quite well, don’t you?”

Jett nudged his hips upward, grinding against Rico’s cock. “Well, you’re giving yourself away down there.”

Rico looked down. “Planning on doing something about it?”

“Bit difficult when you’ve got me held down,” Jett pointed out with another nudge of his hips.

“I think we established already you seem to like it when I hold you down. And hey, you should be able to break out of this, isn’t that right Mr. Magician?” Rico asked, his voice dropping into a low growl.

Jett hadn’t come to Rico’s room to start anything with him, but he was more than happy to finish it. What he wanted now was to feel the warmth of Rico’s bare skin pressing against his own. To make his point, Jett grabbed at the buttons of his shirt as best he could, undoing them with Rico gazing intently at him. Rico’s chuckle vibrated between them as the larger man reached down to help. Having worked for years in a career which required a great deal of dexterity, Jett was impressed with Rico’s skillful unbuttoning of his shirt.

“I think someone is getting a little distracted themselves,” Jett said, unable to help himself as he grinned up at Rico.

Rico undid the last button, opening Jett’s shirt with a jerk of his hand. Jett arched his back as Rico ran his hand up his stomach, up over his bared chest, and looped his hand behind Jett’s neck. Eagerly, Jett licked his lips, feeling himself pulled upward forcefully, his mouth pressed against Rico’s.

Jett allowed a soft whimper to pass into the kiss, pushing his hand through Rico’s hair. His whimper became a groan as Rico’s tongue pushed into his mouth. Everything about the former SEAL spoke of dominance with an edge of aggression. His large body was heavy atop Jett, pinning him against the edge of the bed as his hand squeezed the back of Jett’s neck. Jett’s tongue danced under Rico’s, allowing itself to be pressed and moved at the detective’s whim.

Rico broke the kiss, gripping Jett’s bottom lip with his teeth and pulling it with him just before the point of pain and releasing it. Jett watched as Rico shifted down, his lips pressing against Jett’s collarbone, nibbling playfully before continuing on. Running his hands over the back of Rico’s neck and shoulders, Jett shivered as he felt the man’s mouth run a biting trail down his stomach. He gasped as Rico’s mouth closed over his hips, sucking gently before sliding his tongue across his waist to repeat the performance on the other side.

Jett’s head spun, finding it suddenly difficult to make sense of everything that was happening. Rico’s weight eased off, moving his fingers to unsnap the buttons to Jett’s pants. As Rico worked the button and zipper, Jett took the moment of freedom to yank his jacket and shirt off himself. By the time he successfully pulled the clothing away, Rico had undone his pants, yanking them and Jett’s underwear free. Jett had only a moment to kick off his shoes before the rest of his clothes were stripped off, his socks pulled off and tossed away without ceremony.

Rico’s eyes were somehow brighter as he looked up the stretch of Jett’s body from the edge of the bed. Jett’s bottom lip caught between his teeth at the raw desire shining in Rico’s eyes. Rico took hold of one of Jett’s legs, kissing the calf more gently than anything else he had done, slowly moving his mouth up in a soft trail of caresses. Jett’s breath came in deepening gasps of air as Rico’s mouth slid up his sensitive inner thighs. He watched the top of Rico’s head as the man slid up, running his tongue where thigh met hip. A zing of pleasure shot through Jett’s body, jerking a moan from him, his fingers tightening in Rico’s hair.

Tingles of pleasure ran through Jett as Rico’s mouth shifted, his tongue running from the base of Jett’s cock up the length of it. Jett fought to keep his eyes open, wanting to watch as Rico’s lips passed over the head, taking him into his mouth. Jett’s muscles bunched, a moan sliding from him as Rico’s mouth eased down the shaft of his cock, taking him in until Rico’s nose pushed against Jett’s hips.

“I guess you have your own disappearing act,” Jett said around a shaky laugh.

Rico chuckled, pulling himself back and releasing Jett’s cock from his mouth. “Just wait ‘til you see how I make mine disappear.”

Jett remembered that trick all too well, and his breath caught as he remembered just how much fun it had been. Rico didn’t allow him to think about it too long, wrapping his lips around Jett’s cock and pushing down once again. Jett moaned as he felt the muscles of Rico’s throat close around his cock, shifting and squeezing as the larger man eased down. Jett’s hand curled in Rico’s hair again, the other clutching the bed spread, as he fought the urge to push his hips up into the delicious warmth sending pleasure up his spine.

The haze of pleasure wrapping around his mind was disturbed by Rico shifting a little. Jett’s eyes opened fully, looking down to see Rico pulling a small, well-used leather bag toward him across the floor with a free hand. Jett watched, spying a bottle of lube and a pack of condoms. Rico pulled one of the condoms free, barely breaking his movements with his mouth, tossing the rest of the foil packages into the bag and knocking it away.

For a moment, he expected Rico to pull his mouth free and get to the finale. He jumped when he felt a cool, slick finger, press against his ass. Jett was confused only for a moment until the finger pressed in, spreading his muscles apart and sliding into him. Another groan slipped from him, the pleasure of Rico’s mouth mixing with the movement of Rico’s finger inside him. One finger was enough to get his attention, but the promise of what was to come had Jett gasping for more.

Rico was more than happy to oblige easing another finger into the magician. Jett threw his head back as the two fingers stretched him more fully. He remembered his first few times having someone or something inside of him. The stretching always had struck him as an odd, vaguely uncomfortable sensation he wasn’t sure he would ever grow accustomed to. As he grew more experienced, he discovered the stretching, much like the ache which came sometimes after a good bout of sex, was something he grew to love.

It was no different with Rico, and Jett whispered Rico’s name as a third finger was added. For a moment, he felt the familiar burn of his muscles protesting the intrusion, but it died away almost instantly. It was impossible to linger too long on such a miniscule amount of pain, not when Rico’s fingers curled inside him, finding the sparking bundle of nerves just as Rico’s throat squeezed around the head of Jett’s cock. Jett’s hips shuddered, unsure if he wanted to drive himself up into Rico’s throat or down onto his fingers.

Rico pulled his mouth free, grinning up at Jett. “Anyone ever tell you that you make some fantastic sounds?”

Jett laughed shakily. “If you want even better ones, don’t stop what you’re doing.”

“Trying to get bossy with me?” Rico asked, spreading his fingers apart inside Jett for emphasis.

Jett jerked. “Oh God, don’t do that.”

“Don’t do it because you want me to stop or because you don’t want me to stop?” Rico asked, spreading them a little wider.

Jett groaned, beginning to writhe. “Rico, please.”

“Please what?” Rico asked, with another movement of his fingers.

Jett arched his back, both hands now gripping onto the bedspread. “Fuck me, please.”

Rico pulled his fingers free, pausing for a moment before standing. Jett caught sight of the shine of a condom on Rico’s thick cock and briefly wondered when the man had found the time to slip it on. His thoughts were interrupted when Rico wrapped his hands around Jett’s legs and forced them up into the air. Rico stood before Jett, one hand stroking a healthy layer of lube over his covered cock, palming himself slowly as he eagerly gazed down at Jett’s body.

Jett expected a comment, but instead, Rico crouched down enough to press the head of his cock against Jett’s ass. Rico’s hips pushed forward, one hand at the base of his cock, while the other held onto Jett’s waist. Their eyes met, and the pressure became a presence as Rico’s cock pushed inside of him. Jett moaned, pain mingling with the sudden pleasurable relief of having Rico inside of him once again. Rico’s jaw tightened, letting out a whoosh of air as he began to ease himself forward.

The pressure inside Jett mounted, easing only when Rico pulled away before pushing back into him. Rico rocked slowly, gently into Jett, his eyes never leaving Jett’s face as he entered him. Jett wasn’t sure how long it took Rico to sheathe himself completely. It helped when Rico wrapped a slick hand around Jett’s cock, stroking his flagging member and sending hints of ecstasy to combat the almost-pain of entry. Jett’s sigh of relief came in a warm blast as he felt Rico’s hips pressing flush against his ass, his cock fully embedded in Jett.

“G-good disappearing act,” Jett murmured around his deep breaths.

Rico held Jett’s jaw, forcing him to look up. Jett’s breath caught as Rico eased his hips back, almost pulling out until finally sliding forward. Jett pressed his body against the mattress, trying to push his hips up into Rico’s movement. Rico’s cock slid along the bundle of nerves within him, filling his body with pulses of pure pleasure as his hips slapped against Jett’s ass.

Rico reared back, pushing himself forward with more force than before. Jett groaned, the noise going deep and needy as Rico slowly began to work himself up to a steady rhythm. The waves of pleasure began to build on one another, wiping any coherent thought from Jett’s mind. He gripped the bedspread beneath him as Rico’s cock began to slam into him, jerking his body and sending jolts of ecstasy through him.

Distantly, he heard someone crying out Rico’s name, belatedly realizing it was his own voice. As the man’s thick cock slammed into him, driving more pleasure than pain, Jett found himself lost in a sea of pleasure, waves of ecstasy crashing over him. The pleasure was building to a breaking point and he realized he was going to come.

“Oh God, Rico,” he gasped out, unable to articulate what was happening.

Rico seemed to understand and he released his hold on Jett’s jaw, placing it with the other on Jett’s hips. Rico’s movements became harder, thrusting into Jett with sudden abandon. Jett gave a strangled cry as the thrusts reached a fever pitch, driving him over the edge. His body pulsed, back arching as he thrust his hips upward. Warmth spattered over his body as he came, covering his stomach and chest while Rico continued to drive into him, shoving him further over the edge.

As the pleasure crashed down around him, he felt Rico’s grip around his hips tighten to the point of near pain. Rico’s breath hissed in, his body hunching over as he gave one last, powerful thrust. Another burst of pleasure passed through Jett, feeling Rico’s cock expand inside of him as he came as well. Rico clung to Jett, and Jett to him, riding out their orgasms to the final, gasping end.

Jett felt a new warmth take the place of the pleasure he’d felt only moments before as the orgasm receded. They were both covered in a layer of sweat, with pleased smiles. Jett reached up, stroking a stray lock of hair from Rico’s face as the man balanced over him, using only his shaky arms to keep himself upright. There was a raw openness to Rico’s face as he gazed down at him, a tenderness and something that looked like fear, and it sparked an unsettling affection in Jett’s heart.

The moment took him, and he whispered the words he’d come originally to speak. “I have a double.”