Memory Enhancements

Written By LJ

Kaylan lay on the bed teasing his nipples into hard nubs with one hand, while slowly stoking his growing erection with the other. He had just showered and was as patiently as possible waiting his partner’s arrival. He chuckled softly when he heard the garage door open and close.

Several minutes later, Chancey walked into the master bedroom and chuckled at the sight of the beautiful man stretched out before him. “What’s with the self-satisfied grin, Copper?” The older man stood over his Brat and smiled down at him while loosening his tie.

“I finally made my decision!” Kaylan happily announced. “I have an appointment with Chief Robertson right after lunch tomorrow. I am sure he’ll let me know if I’m jumping the gun or not. But I’d really like to be a detective before I’m thirty.”

“So everything is in order? All requirements are up-to-date, including your firearms certification?” Chancey was hanging his jacket in the closet and due to him having his back to Kaylan, he missed the slight grimace that passed over the younger man’s face.

“All taken care of,” Kaylan responded while thinking to himself, ‘or will be when I go to the shooting range in the morning…..if I can get an appointment.’ The third and final notification had arrived well over a week ago, and Chancey had reminded him almost daily to get it over and done with. But as often happened in his hectic life, Kaylan had either conscientiously procrastinated or unintentionally forgotten it. Right now, it wasn’t something he wanted to think about.

“Come take care of me,” he pleaded, holding his arms out. He heaved a sigh of pleasure when Chancey dropped down beside him and started to cover his upper body with soft kisses and tantalizing nibbles.

Kaylan squirmed under his lover’s masterful and talented mouth. He groaned his appreciation as his excitement grew along with his erection. He tried to free his arms in order to embrace Chancey but was unable to do so. Next he lifted his hips, hoping to find some relief by grinding his swelling shaft against the other man’s body.

He whimpered his frustration when Chancey shifted off him to stand up and remove the rest of his clothing. Kaylan knew his lover’s high level of control and that if Chancey decided to take his time; he was more than capable of arousing Kaylan to the point of begging for release.

“Come on, old man,” he panted. “Show me whatcha got.”

“Oh, I’ll show you what I’ve got, all right!” Chancey growled as he quickly striped. He was fit, but Kaylan was fit too and younger. Getting on the bed beside his naked lover, the good doctor began kissing along Kaylan’s jaw-line and neck before working down.

Suddenly he was straddling the younger man and holding Kaylan’s arms up above his head. He leaned in and stole yet another deep kiss before continuing his exploration of his lover’s well-toned body.

“How am I doing for an old man, baby?” The grin on Chancey face was evident in his voice.

“Not bad, but you could be a moving on a little faster,” Kaylan commented breathlessly. He lifted his head and gazed down at his lover through love-filled, baby blues and grinned crookedly at the sight of Chancey looking back at him from between his legs, loving as always. “I want it hard and fast, Chance. Pleeeease, don’t keep me waiting!” he begged as he dropped his head onto the pillow.

Chancey smirked at his Brat’s reaction and pulled himself up to lay down full-length along his lover’s naked body, their erections pressing hard against each other. As Kaylan writhed and panted beneath him, Chancey nibbled and teased downward again, until the younger man was totally at his mercy.

He took Kaylan’s engorged penis into his mouth and sucked gently. He chuckled softly when the man he was torturing arched his back and bucked as the sensations threatened to overwhelm him. Chancey took advantage of his partner’s mindlessness to glide two lubed fingers into the young man’s puckered opening. A groan let Chancey know he had his lover’s undivided attention as he prepared him for the invasion before lifting his legs and slowly easing into him.

Kaylan drew in his breath and slowly released it. He relaxed and pushed downward, welcoming his lover into his body. He wrapped his arms around Chancey and enthusiastically returned his kisses. He gasped for air when the kiss ended and they began to move in perfect sync with one another, flying higher with every thrust.

They steadily increased the speed of their movements until wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure crashed through them.

“Perrrr-fect,” Kaylan sleepily purred as he reached up for another kiss. Then he sighed and relaxed in the afterglow of their love-making.

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Sgt. Kaylan Stewart was seated across the desk from his supervisor. He and the Chief of Police were going over the list of requirements Kaylan would have to meet in order to become a detective. The young man was pleasantly surprised to discover the list wasn’t as formidable as he had feared. But then he had been steadily advancing over the last few years in his chosen profession. Besides a degree in law enforcement and criminal justice, he had been on the force for several years and had earned his sergeant’s stripes a year ago. To some he may be young to have attained the level of responsibility that he presently had; but then he’d always had a lot of drive in this specific area of his life.

Their conversation was interrupted by dispatching calling to inform them of a robbery in process several blocks away. Grabbing up whatever equipment they’d need, the two officers quickly left the station.

They arrived on the scene to find two patrol cars parked near the front of the business where an armed suspect was holding an employee hostage. The Chief relieved one of the officers of the microphone and began negotiating while Kaylan drove toward the back alley.

Eventually the hostage was released. What followed was unexpected to say the least. For some unknown reason, the suspect ran out the rear door of the liquor store. He began banishing a revolver when he saw a police sergeant getting out of one squad car as another quickly appeared in the alley with two more officers in it.

Kaylan quickly appraised the situation and realized he’d be the only one with a clear shot. Pulling out his gun, he aimed and fired. His marksmanship was flawless as a bullet entered the perp’s shoulder, causing him to drop his weapon. Kaylan ran forward under cover from his fellow officers and kicked the man’s gun to one side before putting cuffs on him. It was as good a bust as one could have hoped for, without fatalities and only one minor casualty. Not the worse way to end the week.

It was later that afternoon when Kaylan was turning in his written report, that his forgetfulness came back to haunt him.

“Here it is, Chief,” Kaylan proclaimed, dropping the paper in the basket. He was puzzled by the frown that greeted his announcement.

“Close the door, Sgt. Stewart, and take a seat.”

‘This does not sound promising,’ Kaylan thought as he followed the orders he’d been given. ‘The boss looks positively grim.’

“I was putting information concerning the robbery in the database. This is what popped up when I entered your name and your firing of a weapon.” Chief Robertson turned the screen so that Kaylan could see it.

“Oh my God!” Kaylan sighed and lowered his head to the desk.

“Oh my God is right. You had no business even carrying a firearm, Sergeant, let alone using it.”

“I know,” Kaylan readily admitted. “I’ve been meaning to renew my certificate, but time just seemed to run out on me. I go to the range first thing Monday morning.”

“Hmm, it will have to be the second thing,” the older man muttered ominously. “I seem to recall this happening in the past; and not just with this certification. Two years ago you forgot it and your driver’s license renewal. So this is how I plan to help you improve your memory, Sergeant. You’re going on desk duty for the next month. First thing Monday morning, you will explain to your men why you will not be available to go on calls should the need arise. Then you will report to the range and get properly certified.”

“Yes, Sir,” Kaylan agreed. The job he disliked the most was being confined to the front desk and having to deal with the public on exasperatingly small, everyday occurrences. But he held his tongue as he knew it was the least he deserved.

“Furthermore,” the Chief demanded his attention. He picked up the file from the blotter on his desk. “Your application for Detective will remain in my drawer for three months, at which time we will review it. Do you have any questions, Sergeant?”

“None, Sir; but I want you to know how sorry I am for my dereliction to duty. I’ll not let it happen again.”

“You’re a good police officer, Kaylan; in fact, one of the best on the force. Nobody is perfect. We all have our Achilles’ heal, and remembering renewal dates happens to be yours. On one hand, it’s a damn good thing that any of us rarely has to use a firearm; on the other, it appears to make it more difficult for you to take care of the paperwork side of things. Let’s hope that changes in the future,” the Chief kindly encouraged. “You’re dismissed, Sergeant. Have a good weekend.”

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Kaylan sat toying with the food on his plate. This morning briefing in the squad room had gone off without a hitch. He had admitted his neglect and accepted full responsibility for the penalty he had earned as a result of it. His men had been not only understanding of his forgetfulness but also supportive in expressing their relief that they’ll only be a month without his daily leadership.

The only dark cloud hanging over him at the moment was due to him not yet having told Chancey about it. Several times since last Friday, Kaylan had tried to bring up the subject but hadn’t been able to do so. The longer he put it off, the guiltier he felt and the sicker he got to his stomach.

Chancey had made one of Kaylan’s favourites for supper, but the younger man’s usually voracious appetite had completely deserted him.

“I don’t think it is humanly possible to manually cut up that chicken in pieces smaller than you’ve already have, Kaylan.” Chancey lightly teased. He had been watching his Brat closely. In fact, he had been all weekend and suspected something was weighing heavily on his husband’s mind.

“Huh?” Kaylan looked up from what he was doing and then back down again. He grimaced and pushed the plate away. “Guess I’m just not hungry, Chance.”

“Really? Or could it have more to do with a badly needed discussion between us?” Chancey kept his tone light, not wanting to spook the other man.

Kaylan shuffled uncomfortably in his seat. ‘He knows. I don’t know how, but he knows.’ His stomach tightened when he finally acknowledged that time had run out and that he had no choice but to own up to what he’d done; or in this case, what he had not done.

Unable to find the words, Kaylan continued to gaze helplessly at his Top while hoping the older man would take the lead and put him out of his misery.

Chancey got to his feet, walked around the table, slipped a hand under Kaylan’s arm to haul him out of his chair and steer him down the hall towards the study.

Once there, he released his Brat, sat down on the dark brown leather sofa and waited. He wasn’t surprised when a couple of moments later, Kaylan reluctantly but bravely fetched the paddle from the desk drawer and placed it on the coffee table. He then took his seat of the sofa beside his husband.

Several minutes of silence followed before Kaylan cleared his throat and blurted out, “I lied! I didn’t mean to. It just kind of slipped out.”

“And that was when, love,” Chancey quietly inquired.

“Last Thursday when you asked if I’d completed all that had to be done in order for me to apply to become a detective, I said I had but I hadn’t. I still needed to get my firearm certification renewed. The one you’d already reminded me of more than a few times. I should have owned up right away, but I didn’t and I don’t even know why.”

“You had something else on your mind at the time, if I remember correctly.” Chancey smiled at the memory of his husband lying naked on their bed, begging to be made love to. His voice turned a littler firmer. “There is more to this, isn’t there?”

Kaylan nodded and hung his head. “Oh yeah,” he sighed heavily, hiding his face in his hands. “There was a bust; the Chief found out I’d used my gun when I shouldn’t have; I’ve been put on desk duty for a month and my application put on hold for three months.”

He glanced up at Chancey with tears forming in his eyes. “I’ve been trying to think of a way to tell you all weekend, but couldn’t. I’m so sorry, Chancey.”

“What stopped you, Copper? What were you afraid of? Or should I ask ‘who’? Was is me?” Chancey voice was barely above a whisper.

Kaylan lifted his head to stare at the love of his life and the man he trusted with all his heart. “Never, Chance! I’ve never been afraid of you! I was so ashamed and it was your disappointment and disgust that I feared…….but never you!”

Chancey slowly shook his head. “Off hand I can’t think of a thing you could do that would make me disgusted with you, love. As far as disappointment goes, I am disappointed for you, not with you. There is a difference. You try very hard to be the best that you can be, and have a tendency to see anything not perfect as a failure on your part. We all make mistakes, we all procrastinate and we all forget; albeit sometimes deliberately. But you are far harder on yourself than anyone else is. However, that said, we both know how important it is for us to preserve an open honest dialog in our relationship.”

Kaylan nodded his agreement. “How did you know?” he asked as his curiosity got the better of him.

“You mean besides from reading your behaviour? The Chief came in today for his annual physical. He did quite a bit of bragging about a young sergeant and what an asset this officer was to the force. During the conversation, your propensity for forgetting certain things came up as did the events of this past Friday. He also mention this morning when you stood before your men and humbly told them about what you’d done wrong. It appears to be Chief Robertson’s hope that a month of having to perform the one duty you absolutely loathe will work as an incentive to remember in the future.”

Chancey laughed at his husband’s drawn-out groan. “Hmm, my feelings exactly; the man’s dreaming in technicolour.” The older man’s expression became one of immense delight. “One other thing he said with a great deal of pride in his voice, was that your show of honesty was testimony to good leadership. He is very proud of you, love, as am I.”

Kaylan blushed uncomfortably. He didn’t feel he deserved such praise. “I know things are okay at the station, Chance, but how about here at home? How about us?”

“They’re okay here too, babe. Or at least they will be once the consequences are out of the way. You had them at your job, and we both know they work for us here as well.”

Nothing further was said. Kaylan stood up and removed his jeans before lowering himself face first across his husband’s thighs. He reached for the pillow in the corner of the sofa and wrapped his arms around it as tightly as he could. He didn’t look forward to what was about to happen, but deep inside he admitted how much he needed it. The security within the boundaries they had set up as a couple played a significant part in maintaining his well-being on so many levels.

Chancey slipped a finger under the waistband of his husband’s boxer and yanked them down. Next, he lovingly rubbed a hand across the unmarred globes exposed for the upcoming chastisement. He raised his arm and brought it down with a hard smack on Kaylan’s left cheek; quickly landing another on his right one. Getting into a rhythm, Chancey soon had his Brat’s bottom a deep, evenly distributed, shade of red.

He listened to the sounds coming from the younger man and when he knew Kaylan was close to finding the absolution he sought, Chancey picked up the paddle and finished off the spanking with half a dozen firm swats.

Tossing the paddle back on the coffee table, Chancey set about calming his partner. He gently massaged Kaylan’s back as sobs shuddered through the young man’s body. He spoke soothing words of comfort and forgiveness until the cries of pain slowly changed to exhausted pants of breath and the odd sniffle.

When Kaylan was ready, he rolled over and pulled himself up enough to wrap his arms around Chancey’s neck, being careful to position his sore bottom over the open space between Chancey’s legs. “S-sorry, Chance,” he hitched. “W-we’re good now?”

“We’re always good, love. And we always will be.” Chancey tenderly wiped away the tears from his Brat’s face with his thumbs. “I love you, Kaylan. Don’t every forget that!”

“Love you too, Doc,” Kaylan murmured before kissing his husband’s lips. Suddenly he let out a short-lived laugh. “What do you think the chances are that any of this will enhance my memory skills?”

“Well, they do say miracles still happen. I guess we can always hope.” Chancey kissed his lover’s forehead as they relaxed in each other’s arms.

The End