Kirill was asleep when he felt a slight movement of his duvet that made him awake. It was Doug getting out of bed early to get ready for work. In his dreams, Kirill imagined waking up together with Doug, sharing a lingering good-morning kiss, and then probably having a round of morning sex. But unfortunately for him, the reality was different, since Doug was a kind of hard-ass and not easy to get a grip on. He always managed to get beyond Kirill's reach.

It was the fourth day in the hotel, but nothing ever happened, except for their sex. This morning, Kirill decided to get up early, as his partner. He saw Doug's clothes piled next to the bed and waited for him to get out of the bathroom. When Doug emerged with a towel wrapped around his hips, Kirill dashed toward him, hugging him around the waist and nearly knocking him over. Doug was a bit baffled and looked at his partner quizzically.

- Good morning, partner, - Kirill pecked a light kiss on Doug's lips and rushed to the bathroom.

In the shower, Kirill mused that their yesterday's "double-decker session" was as delicious as the first one and that Doug was really great in bed. However, he was bothered by the fact that it was he who had taken the initiative in their intimate bonding, while Doug condescended benevolently. Kirill wondered what he really was for Doug and whether they were merely Double-Decker partners who had had sex on the occasion of staying there. He was worried that after they left the hotel, their relationship might not move forward, since Doug would not be so conveniently locked up together with him alone. In view of this, Kirill wanted Doug to make the first move. He made up his mind about what tactics to adhere to, in order to achieve this. He figured that teasing Doug by the charms of his body would be the best thing to do.

When Kirill returned, Doug was busy with his work, sitting on the couch. Kirill walked past him, took off his bathrobe, remaining naked, and casually began to dress. Kirill knew that he was in Doug's direct sight, and secretly observed his partner's face from under his bangs. Kirill saw that Doug noticed his nudity and turned his face to the window with a slightly embarrassed expression. Kirill took it slow to dress. First, he picked his dark purple top and pulled it over, stretching out his arms and standing with his back to Doug. Then he bent down to put on his briefs.

Doug involuntarily saw this performance and felt his member getting in heat. He wondered what had gotten into Kirill since the morning, and guessed that his partner was trying to seduce him. It flashed through his mind that he was in a tight corner with Kirill teasing him like that with an innocent look. Meanwhile, Kirill dressed, while keeping his eyes on Doug. He noticed that a slight red tinge appeared on the tanned skin of his partner's cheeks. He felt satisfied with the effect that he had on Doug, and decided to proceed with this strategy.

- I can take over, - smiling casually, Kirill put out his hand to Doug for the binoculars.

- Thanks, I'll go get something to eat, - Doug grabbed the opportunity to escape and cool off a bit outdoors.

The fresh air and ice-cold mineral water that he bought helped Doug regain control of himself. He liked Kirill a lot, but at the same time was challenged not to be swept away by his libido, while he had to keep his guard up for the sake of Kirill's and his own safety in view of their risky job. He reckoned that even if Kirill was itching for him, he had to steer their relationship in a way that did not put their detective work at a disadvantage. He decided that his sex with Kirill should occur in their off-duty time.

Doug popped into the nearest supermarket and realized that he had no idea what to buy this time for a change because over the past four days they had already tried all the obvious options for fast food. Doug had never been a foodie, so he thought to call Kirill and ask what he would like to have. He pulled his cell phone out of his jacket and rang up.

Meanwhile, Kirill had a feeling that he had fallen into his own trap. When he was naked in front of Doug, he did not expect to arouse from that. Nor did he expect Doug to escape so quickly. Sitting on the couch, he bit his lip, as his erection was not going to calm down. He undid his pants and put his hand on his cock, holding the binoculars in the other hand and trying to watch the street.

In the end, he closed his eyes, imagining Doug's handsome face, strong hands, and broad shoulders, and increased the frequency of pumping himself. He began to feel really good when he heard the sudden ringing of his cell phone that startled him. Kirill pulled the phone out of his side pocket and saw Doug's name on the screen. He gulped, his eyes widening for a second, and let go of his penis, fumbling with the phone. Taking a couple of deep breaths, Kirill picked up the call.

- Hello, are you alright? – Kirill tried hard not to give himself away.

- I'm good, thanks, just wanted to ask you what you prefer for lunch this time. I have run out of ideas.

- Uh-erm, what about some instant ramen noodles? – Kirill put his hand back on his penis and resumed stroking it.

- Okay, thanks, see you in a bit. – Doug ended the call. Kirill reclined on the backrest, putting the phone aside.

- Mmh, Doug is such a caring partner! – he sighed with an adoring smile.

He increased the pace of his hand and added the other hand to massage his scrotum and between his legs. He felt very good, but it could not compare with what he experienced with Doug. Soon his hands were tired, but he accelerated even more. In a few moments, he arched with a quiet moan, squirting into his hand. He made a few short breaths and walked to the bathroom to clean himself up.

In a few minutes, Kirill was back, picked his phone, and continued with his duty, looking forward to Doug's return. He grew tired of sitting, so he lay down on the couch, propping up his chest with one of the pillows. He looked through the window, dangling his legs at times, and heard Doug return. The first thing that caught Doug's eyes was Kirill's butt and legs spread on the couch.

- How is it going? – Doug asked, looking down at Kirill.

- Nah, nothing really happens there. Are you sure that we can trust the tip-off of nobodies like P and Q?

- We can't ignore this, be it fake information or not. In detective work, random events sometimes lead to solving crimes.

- Okay… Oh, you bought the noodles, thank you. Can we have it now? – Kirill saw the shopping bag that Doug brought. He felt a little hungry.

- Yeah, I'm thinking about it too. I'll make it ready.

- Thank you! – still lying on the couch, Kirill looked up at his partner. When Doug returned from the kitchenette, they sat down at the table.

During the meal, they watched the street now and then and chatted. Doug felt relaxed and at peace when Kirill was around; he had fun watching his partner's amusing reactions. Kirill was emotional and flamboyant, sometimes fantasising and being an airhead, but Doug liked him for who he was. Their personalities balanced and complemented each other.

Regardless, on the fourth day of their stay in the hotel, Kirill seemed to deliberately make Doug feel tight in his pants. Doug noticed that Kirill teased him, flaunting the attractive parts of his body, stretching and bending seductively in his sight. Kirill did not miss any opportunities to swing his hips in front of his partner, so Doug was hard-pressed to keep cool.

In the evening, Doug went to take a shower to cool off. He shampooed himself, shivering under the cold water. In the meantime, Kirill was scheming how to make Doug ask him for sex. He undressed and lay on the bed on his belly, pretending to read a newspaper, and spread his legs just a bit.

When Doug returned, he felt his member rising again. He walked to his side of the bed, took off the towel, and lay down on his back, folding his arms under his head. Kirill looked aside at his partner and was stunned. Doug's face was calm, and his beautiful green eyes were directed upwards as if he were watching a spring sky. His lean and muscular body was as perfect as one of those sculptures from a classical art museum. However, those masterpieces were marble, but now before Kirill lay a human being made of flesh and blood, who was a dashing, handsome man with his penis sticking out upwards. Moreover, Kirill knew that Doug's organ was standing upright because of him.

Kirill wanted Doug badly and felt a strong urge to stretch his arm and touch Doug's manhood, but he also wanted to win the game, making Doug do what he wanted. However, he did not have a plan for the current situation, gnawing at his lower lip. At last, he slipped his hand between himself and the surface of the bed to his hard erection and started touching it, raising his butt a little. He looked at Doug, jerking himself stealthily so that his partner could not notice his activity. Doug spontaneously turned his head and saw Kirill's hot gaze directed at him, noticing what his partner was doing. Kirill froze and blushed to the roots of his hair, wishing the ground would swallow him up. Instead of enticing Doug, he ended up touching himself in front of his partner.

- Shall I help you? – Doug said friendly. His face was calm, but the pupils of his eyes were dilated, and his cheeks were slightly reddened.

- Yes, please… - Kirill muttered, with his eyes downcast, and put the newspaper aside.

Doug moved behind Kirill and raised his partner's hips so that Kirill was resting on his knees. Kirill felt an exquisite mixture of a burning shame and pleasure from being exposed like that to Doug. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Doug's scrutinizing gaze, directed at his behind. Kirill felt that his ears were burning, as well as his erection and lower abdomen. Doug noticed Kirill's needy look and began to touch his erection, caressing his thighs and buttocks with his other hand.

Kirill expected Doug to start fingering him, but that did not happen. The movement of Doug's hand on his penis was steadily accelerating, while his anus remained intact. Kirill's pleasure was growing, and he yearned to share it with Doug. He pushed his butt in Doug's direction, attempting to catch his partner's shaft, but Doug dodged his efforts. He smirked, enjoying the view of Kirill trying to get pulled on his penis. This was his little punishment of Kirill for swinging his ass in front of him all day instead of working.

In a short while, he felt Kirill's precum on his fingers, and after a few more pumping moves, Kirill released into his hand with a moan, arching even more. Doug's hand job gave Kirill great pleasure, but he felt with every fibre of his being that stopping at this point would be just wrong. He wanted Doug to do him properly.

Kirill's cocked ass was arousing in Doug a sharp, tempting desire, but he had enough stamina to wait until his partner gave him a cue. Kirill turned his head and glanced at Doug, meeting with his eyes. At this moment, Doug raised his hand which was smeared with Kirill's semen, to his lips and licked one of his fingers. The sight of Doug's tongue licking his sperm made Kirill turn on again in an instant with a needy whimper. He realised that he lost this round of the game. He tried hard to win, but Doug bested him again.

- Doug, please… do it! Enter me! – his voice and look gave away his burning impatience.

- As you wish, - Doug said with a smug smile, his voice low and slightly husky.

Doug's hand was still slick with Kirill's sperm, and he used it as a lubricant. He ran the hand over Kirill's anus and pressed a finger inside. He could not see Kirill's face most of the time and turned his attention to his partner's loins. Kirill's ring of muscles was somewhat tense, and Doug took his time to relax it properly. He twirled his fingers inside, stretching Kirill and teasing his sweet spot. Kirill enjoyed the sensation, rocking his hips slightly toward Doug's hand.

When Doug removed his fingers, Kirill felt empty and desperate for bonding with Doug again. He opened his eyes and looked back, meeting Doug's gaze that thirsted for him. Kirill's face, ears, and neck were red from shame, as this position made him feel completely submissive and subordinate to Doug. He made an impatient noise, urging Doug to enter him quickly.

Doug aligned himself at Kirill's entrance and paused. In a sore need of connecting with Doug, Kirill pushed his ass impatiently toward him. Doug complied and entered Kirill completely, eliciting a moan from him. Kirill took a few gasping breaths, his sides heaving, while Doug was stroking his thighs soothingly. The pain subsided, and Kirill pushed his hips on Doug, inviting him to start moving. However, Doug remained still, to Kirill's bewilderment.

Kirill could not wait any longer and began to swing himself on Doug's shaft. He felt immense pleasure and shame at the same time, realising that instead of making Doug ask him for sex, he ended up moving his ass for Doug's enjoyment. He did not know whether this was one of those cunning plans of his partner, but he felt completely surrendered to Doug, and the surrender was so sweet, so exquisite, that Kirill did not mind it at all.

The sight of Kirill grinding on his shaft was incredibly satisfying for Doug, and the sensation of Kirill's insides was great beyond words. Doug stared at the rhythmic movement of his partner with fascination, his hands never ceasing to caress Kirill's thighs and buttocks. At some point, he took control and began to thrust, touching Kirill's erection.

Doug rammed into Kirill fast and hard, with this motion producing slapping sounds. Kirill's noises became louder and more passionate, as his pleasure grew stronger. His buttocks turned pink from banging against his partner's hips. Watching this effect with satisfaction, Doug mused that Kirill deserved to be spanked a bit for teasing him shamelessly all day long.

Kirill could not get enough of this sweet torture. He felt Doug pierce him deeper than before, and drowned in the waves of acute pleasure, gasping and squeaking. His skin glistened with perspiration, with the droplets of sweat accumulating in the nooks of his body. His knees began to buckle, unable to sustain the weight of his own body. Doug felt that Kirill sagged, and eased him to lie down, gently holding his hip with one hand and lowering together with him on the other hand. Doug and Kirill finally had the opportunity to share a steamy, sloppy kiss they both craved for.

The change in the position made Kirill feel engulfed by Doug's body and merging with him into one. Keeping the pace, Doug pecked light kisses on Kirill's neck and shoulders, bringing him to the verge of orgasm. He accelerated, making high-speed thrusts and clenching Kirill's hips in his hands. In a few moments, he arched like a braced bow and released deep inside Kirill with a groan. A second later, Kirill's pleasure overwhelmed him, and he shuddered and squealed through his own orgasm.

Doug went limp and lay on Kirill's back, both of them breathing fast. Kirill revelled in bliss, registering at the periphery of his mind that Doug withdrew from him and turned off the light. He rolled onto his back. Doug returned to the bed and wiped Kirill between his legs and the fresh smudges on the sheet. Tossing the tissues toward the table, he turned to his partner.

- I like you much, Doug, - Kirill said quietly, looking into his eyes.

The moon shed its silver light on Doug's face. He looked at Kirill with sincere and serious eyes. Leaning to Kirill's lips with his own, he embraced his partner gently. Doug's cherishing kiss finally made Kirill find his inner peace.

The next morning, Kirill woke up late, as usual. Doug was reading newspapers at the table and watched the street periodically. On the fifth day, they did not track down anyone from Esperanza. Kirill wanted to get on the streets with Doug because he was tired of being stuck in one place. On top of that, over the five days, they had accumulated a lot of garbage that was lying around the table.

Fortunately, they finally received a call from Travis to help police officers from the L.V.P.D. 8 with a drunk who claimed to be a syndicate boss. In this case, they got involved in shooting for a TV show and were done with the incident rather late in the evening.

Since Kirill dreamed of becoming a hero, whose name would be known to everyone in Lisvaletta, he was fascinated with the opportunity to get on TV and, more importantly, to appear there together with Doug. He also planned to make a recording of the show to enjoy the video where he was with Doug and intended to ask his landlady to help him with this. With these plans in mind, Kirill told his partner that he needed to get home tonight, and Doug gave him a lift in his car.

The next day, Kirill's head was in the clouds. Even in the Seven-O office, he was busy musing over his "double-decker sessions" with Doug, who was not only an accomplished professional but turned out to be quite a sex machine. Smiling bashfully, he thought about his partner, in whose heart he wanted to realm solely. It came as no surprise that his colleagues accidentally noticed him indulging in fantasies. Kirill was startled by Deana's voice at the moment of having his wet dreams about Doug and hurried to leave the office with an embarrassment, noticed by everyone. He rushed home to watch the recording, not knowing yet what changes in his life awaited him ahead.