Author: Tarabeth
Characters: Sergei & Kyle, Ziggy
Discipline: None in this part
Sex: Yepp...it's there
Beta: Nicole
Kyle
10:00 am – Thursday – Two weeks prior to the Pride Parade
I caught a cab back to the site after ballet class; I had the driver let me off at the corner. I paid the driver and headed towards the main gate. I was still dripping in sweat; I loved this master class. One of the worst parts about being in a traveling circus is having to find a good dance studio in each new city. I had been so lucky to find Jennifer, her choreography is a magnificent demonstration of her artistry, and it is a kick ass workout. I also loved that she required classic attire at all her ballet classes, women wear black leotards and white tights, men are in black tights and white t-shirts.
I pulled my t-shirt off and used it to wipe the sweat from my upper body. I then tossed the t-shirt and my shoes over my shoulder as I entered the main gate. “Bonjour Kyle, avez-vous un de bonne classe?” The guard asked, as I passed through the gate.
“Oui, Michele. Merci. Avoir une bonne journee,” I replied, with a wave. I continued through the compound and towards our trailer. The lights were on inside, which surprised me a little, Sergei often ran in the mornings when I went to class, and it was rare that I returned home first.
I walked into the trailer, and heard Sergei talking, “Oh, Kevin, hold on, he just walked in the door,” Sergei walked out of the bedroom and over to me, he kissed me on the cheek. “It’s your brother,” he said, looking at his watch, “I’m gonna try and get my run in before rehearsal,” I kissed him back. He handed me the phone, and mouthed, “love you babohka,” and he took off for his run.
“Hey Zig, how are you?” I asked.
“Great, kiddo, and you?” he asked.
I pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge and took a quick sip before replying, “I’m good,” as I contemplated that I really was, it had been a long and difficult spring, “thank you so much for coming out to watch our first night back since Sergei’s injury. It meant a lot to him,” I paused, as I felt the beginning of a lump in my throat, “and it meant the world to me.”
“I love you, Kye, I always want to be at the big events in your life, and I know that you and Sergei getting back in the ring together meant a lot to you,” tears rolled down my cheeks, as I listened to the kind and reassuring words of my big brother. I was thankful that I had decided to forgive his brief error in judgment concerning Vladimir. “Alton and I were thrilled we could be there. We love watching you perform; the two of you create magic when you fly,” Ziggy continued, it really amazed me that he could be such a mean ogre at times, because usually he was one of kindest, most supportive and respectful humans on the planet.
“So are things good with you and Vladimir?” Ziggy asked.
“As good as they can be, I guess,” I replied.
“Would it be possible for him to stand-in again?” He asked.
“NO!” I abruptly replied, “Why are you even asking that?”
Ziggy hoed and hummed a bit, “Well, see, Kye, we kind of have a situation here?”
“What kind of situation?” I questioned, “and why do you need Sergei? And how could you ask me to work with Vladimir, when you know everything I just went through? I swear to Christ, Ziggy, sometimes you can be the most selfish person I know. The Department wants Sergei to come translate something for you…and you toe the company line. Did you pick up some Russian mafia guy and now you want Sergei to come goworjte na Russkom qzyke…well you all can just fork out the money and hire yourselves a professional translator…”
“Interpreter,” Ziggy interrupted, “Translators are for the written word, and interpreters are for the spoken word.”
“Who the fuck cares? Sergei's not going anywhere,” I huffed.
“Well, good, Sergei doesn’t need to go anywhere. The chief was hoping to call you in from reserve status.” Ziggy stated.
“Huh?” I questioned.
“There was a break-in at The Center last week. We think it may have something to do with the Mz. Rainbow Pride Pageant. The department would like to put someone undercover to see what they can find out. Kyle, we don’t have anyone in the department that could pull it off…and you are on the reserve force,” Ziggy’s voice was strange, although his words were asking me to help, his tone of voice seemed to be indicting I should say ‘no.’
“Zig, what do you mean call me up from reserve status. The reserve unit is just in place for disasters,” I stated.
“As far as the Mayor and the Chief are concerned this is a disaster,” Ziggy sighed. “Look we can take care of it, but I told them I would ask you. So, I’ve asked. No big deal, kiddo. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Wait, wait, wait,” I sat down on the couch and put my feet up on the coffee table. This I had to hear, “Go on. I’m intrigued. I want to hear about the case.”
“Kiddo, really, I asked you, it’s not going to work, let’s just drop it. I’ll tell the Chief to figure something else,” Ziggy stuttered.
“Come on Zig, spit it out, I want to hear, and if you won’t tell me, I’ll just call the Chief myself. Can I reach him on the main line? What is it?” I asked pretending to look through our phone book, “555-6972?”
“Yes, that’s the main number and yes, you can reach him on that number,” I could tell Zig was starting to get a little peeved.
But, hey when you have your big brother by the short and curlies, you just have to tug a little, “Okay, I’ll call you back after I talk to him. I’ll make sure and let him know you were just being protective of your baby brother by telling me you didn’t really need my help.”
I heard Ziggy let out a large sigh, “There was a break-in last week at The Center,” he started.
“Uh huh, go on,” I encouraged.
“Someone broke into the safe and stole the bingo money.”
“What does this have to do with me, or for that matter, the Mz. Rainbow Pride Pageant?” I asked.
“Well this year as a fundraiser, and to get some added publicity for the pageant, The Center was displaying a bunch of historical beauty pageant items, included as part of the exhibit were several very valuable tiaras,” Ziggy paused, “two of the more expensive tiaras were stolen.”
“So, you’re after a thief with taste. I still don’t get what this has to do with me,” I stated.
“In addition to the bingo money and the tiaras it appears that the robber was interrupted while copying the Mz. Rainbow Pride contestant applications. We think that the suspect may have been actually trying to get information about contestants in the hopes of having a better shot at winning the crown. We aren’t sure whether the actual robbery was planned or was just convenient.”
“How do you know you don’t have some homophobic/transphobic asshole who was trying to get information about the contestants so he could hurt them?” I asked.
“We have some fingerprints,” Ziggy said, “but, the suspect does spend time at The Center, so the fingerprints alone aren’t enough for us to press charges.”
“So, who’s your suspect?” I questioned.
The line stayed quiet, causing me to look at the phone to see if I still had a signal, “Zig?” I questioned again, “Who is the suspect?”
I heard Ziggy take a deep breath, before he began, “Hmmm, that is kinda where you come in, we think it is Jarvis Eckholts, also known as, ‘Tallulah Tourmaline’.”
“That bitch!” I exclaimed, “I am so in. I’ll go pack my bag right now, have you made plane reservations for me? I can be at the airport in ninety minutes, and home before sunset.”
“Kye,” Ziggy tried to butt in.
“Oooo, it is about time someone caught that cheating, slimy, whory queen.”
“Kye,” he tried again.
“How long of sentence will she get for this? Will it be hard time? She won’t be able to last a week without a mani/pedi. Oooo, I hate her!”
“KYLE! Slow down, he is a suspect, we don’t have actual proof yet,” Ziggy tried to calm me.
“Zig, you know that slutty, trashy, good for nothing is guilty,” I continued, “He has always turned his nose up at me, because he comes from money. Well she may have all the money in the world, but she’s still ugly.”
“Kiddo, I know you don’t like him…”
“I don’t like him, I just don’t get why you don’t HATE him, he tried to break up you and Alton,” I stuttered out my anger.
“Jarvis has issues, I admit it; he is not currently one of my favorite people, but he still should get the benefit of a doubt…but the Chief and I feel that if you come home and enter the pageant, it might cause Jarvis to try another act of sabotage to win the pageant,” Ziggy stated. “This is a big deal, we would need you to come home and go undercover for a couple of weeks; it could be dangerous. I want you to think about it some more, talk to Sergei and give me a call tomorrow.”
“Yes, the answer is yes. I’ll do it. When can you get me a flight home?” I firmly stated.
“Kyle, you need to think a little more about this. How will it affect your act? Are you sure Vladimir could sub for you? Do you want him to? Is it even all right with the producers? This could be dangerous; you need to talk to Sergei. Find out if it could work and give me a call tomorrow, okay, kiddo?”
“I don’t need Sergei’s approval, and all that other stuff is fine, I have vacation time, and anyway I'm protected if the Department calls me in, it’s not like I'm running off to Cancun for the weekend,” I huffed.
I swear I could feel Ziggy role his eyes at me over the phone, “Kiddo, talk to Sergei and your producers. Call me tomorrow morning, and I want to talk to Sergei, to know that he is okay with this,” Ziggy calmly stated.
This time I stomped, “I'm a grown man, and a member of the Department’s Reserve Police Force, if the Chief of Police thinks I can do the job, I don’t see why you and Sergei have to approve.”
“Kyle, Sergei is your partner, I think he should have a say if you choose to take on a dangerous police assignment,” he said.
“For Christ’s sake Zig, I’m an aerialist who does dangerous life threatening stunts, without a net, seven times a week,” I asserted.
Ziggy let out a laugh, “I know, I know, I would just prefer to know that you had really thought this out and that Sergei was okay with it. I’m going to e-mail you some more specifics on the case. Read it through, talk to Sergei and call me in the morning okay?”
“Okay,” I said, with a large sigh for emphasis of my displeasure.
“I love you kid. I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” Ziggy signed off.
“I love you, too. Talk to you in the morning,” I said before hanging up the phone. I sat on the couch sipping water for a while. I couldn’t think of any reason not to do this, or why for any reason it would be dangerous. I was going home and entering a drag queen beauty pageant, my main job was to get gossip and try to make another queen slip up…really this was just a normal night out at a drag club.
I was awakened from my thoughts by Sergei coming through the door, “You haven’t showered yet?” He asked.
“No,” I said, “We need to talk.”
“Okay, butterfly. What’s up?” Sergei sat next to me on the couch and placed his hand on my knee.
I told him about Ziggy’s call and the Department’s request. We read through Ziggy’s e-mail, had a long talk, called Vlad and the producers, and then my love said to me, “Go for it butterfly. I think it's the right thing to do. I do want you to promise to be safe and let the full time officers do the dangerous stuff, ‘kay?”
I nodded and leaned into him for a kiss.
We had canceled the day’s rehearsal, and the producers agreed to put another act in our place for a couple of days while Sergei and Vladimir worked out the kinks.
“Well love, we stink,” Sergei announced, “let’s get in the shower and then get you packed.”
I walked into the bedroom and began to undress. As I removed my tights and dance belt, a rolled up set of socks fell to the floor. Sergei picked them up and laughed, “You, moq Babohka, are the silliest man I have ever known.”
“What?” I questioned, as I stood naked before him and watched him undress.
When he was fully undressed, he took me by the hand and led me to the shower. He let out another laugh, “I just love that you must always be the center of attention, whether you have tucked yourself to be the most beautiful woman in a room or stuffed your dance belt to be the most endowed in the room, you always want all eyes on you.”
He placed his hand on my cheek and kissed me, deeply, fully and thoroughly.
I smiled at him, “What can I say? I’m a performer.”
We stepped into the shower and Sergei placed his hand on my penis, “It is such perfection,” he said, gently running his thumb over the head, “it just amuses me and thrills me that you usually either hide it or enhance it. But, when it is in its true and perfect form, it's only for my eyes,” Sergei knelt down on the floor of the shower, “for me to worship,” and with that he engulfed my cock with his mouth.
I leaned back against the shower wall, a long sweet breath escaped my mouth as he laved at the tip. I thrusted forward, trying to show him that I needed and wanted more. He placed one hand on my hip to hold me in place, unable to thrust anymore. His other hand began to caress my sac, causing me to rise up on my toes.
The head of my cock slowly fell from his mouth. I was rock hard. Sergei began to run his tongue up and down my shaft, his hand traced up from my testicles to my slit.
I looked down at him and he smiled as he watched the ecstasy expressed in my eyes. His hand moved upwards from my hip towards my mouth and when it got there I began to suck on his fingers, while his mouth went back to work sucking, licking, and teasing my cock in all the right ways.
My hands could do nothing but push against the shower wall in hope of being able to brace myself for what I knew was going to be a fantastic orgasm.
The hand that had once caressed my balls and teased my slit, was now making its way across my perineum, headed for my anus, “Uhhhh,” I grunted, and his hand left my mouth and returned to my hip.
He pressed a finger into me as I exhaled; his finger quickly began to massage my sweet spot. It didn’t need to massage long, as my balls began to tighten and I thrust forward into Sergei as I came.
Sergei let me gently fall out of his mouth. He stood and pressed himself against me for a short but firm kiss.
I turned him around and took hold of his penis with both my hands. I gently worked him with my thumbs and index fingers as Sergei made small thrusts into my hands. It didn’t take long to bring him to climax, and I continued to milk him throughout his orgasm.
Now that we were both sated, we slowly shampooed and washed each other, and then just stood under the warm spray and kissed until we began to shiver as the water turned cold.
TBC
