Screw

by Atlas, Lilly

  He looked off to the side with a sigh and Screw’s anger melted away. He’d been lucky in some respects. With a stripper as a mother, talk of sex in all its forms was more common than getting help with his homework. His mother’s friends were all in the industry and often took pay for sex as a way to make an extra few bucks. Screw grew up not having a single bit of shame where his own sexuality was concerned. Of course, on the flip side, he had to live with the humiliation of his mother being the town slut…

  But he knew it wasn’t the same for many. Hell, for most. Maybe he should have been more sensitive to Gumby’s issues.

  “So what happened?”

  “Huh?” Gumby turned back to him.

  “What happened when you got caught.”

  “Oh. My dad broke my hand with a hammer. Said I couldn’t hold a dick if my fingers were busted.”

  Shit. The way Gumby said it, with this detached voice as though reading from a dictionary made Screw’s heart clench. He wanted to reach out for the other man but didn’t know how his touch would be received. He was so far out of his element, he found himself terrified of doing the wrong thing.

  “Then he beat the shit out of me so bad I couldn’t go to school the next day. Shit started happening to the neighbor’s family too. Bad shit. The kid was jumped and beaten nearly as bad as I was. A fire destroyed his father’s office. Their car was tampered with. No one was ever caught, but I knew who it was.”

  “Christ, Gumby, that shit’s fucked up.”

  “My dad took the hammer he’d broken my fingers with and hung it from a hook on the wall right next to my bedroom,” he went on as though Screw hadn’t spoken. “Told me if he caught me so much as looking at another guy, he’d shove the handle up my ass until I was cured.” The word fell from his tongue as though a vile expletive.

  Screw stayed quiet this time, letting him purge the toxins. Finally, he began to understand what made Gumby tick. Not only did he understand it, he’d lived it in another form. No one knew better than Screw how parents could fuck up their kids, giving them lifelong issues.

  “He’d always been on me, calling me a fag and a fairy. I think he could sense my interest in guys.” Gumby let out a harsh, ugly bark of laughter. “But after that day, it became relentless.”

  He fell quiet and just when Screw thought Gumby was done talking, he continued.

  “Pretty sure there wasn’t a time he was in my presence from that day forward that he didn’t remind me of what he thought of men who wanted other men. It was drilled into my head every single day for years. And it was beaten into my body at least two dozen times from that day forward. Until I was eighteen and slammed the fucking door on that phase of my life.”

  Slammed the door but didn’t shake the demons.

  They stared at each other, white puffs flowing from their mouths as they breathed the cold air. The frigid breeze stung Screw’s skin but he barely felt it.

  “Did he ever…” Christ, did he really want to know?

  “No. He never sodomized me with the hammer. He didn’t need to. All the broken bones throughout the years and the daily reminders of how disgusting I was did the trick.”

  “So…am I…”

  Gumby tilted his head and a small smile finally graced his lips. “Are you the first guy since then?”

  Screw just nodded, unable to even suck in a breath. The weight of that responsibility settled heavy on his shoulders.

  “No. You’re not. I’ve been sucked off a number of times, and I’ve fucked a few guys. But I always waited until the need became too strong to ignore. Then I’d drive to a city two hours away. Find the seediest gay bar I could and fuck some nameless, faceless dude with my eyes closed, my stomach revolting, and my disgust in my heart.”

  Screw nodded. So much made sense now. But it hurt. Disgust.

  “Did—” Christ, was he really going to ask this? This man was turning him into a fucking pussy. “Did you feel that way with me?”

  Gumby’s eyes widened. “No. And that’s why I freaked the fuck out. I can’t say it out loud yet, Screw. I’m working on it, but I just can’t put a voice to my needs or desires. Maybe someday. I’m just not there yet. But I can tell you this, I won’t deny you like I did today. When it’s just us and Jazz, and we’re joking around, or…whatever. I won’t run from it. I’m all in for however long this lasts.”

  It was his turn for a bit of internal panic. His natural inclination to balk at the idea of relationships tried to rush to the surface, but Screw shoved it back down. Gumby had just made himself vulnerable in a way he didn’t seem to have done before. Rejection would sever their shaky connection. Screw stepped aside. “Come on in before you freeze your nuts off. They’ll be of no use to me all cold and shriveled.”

  With a chuckle, Gumby walked into the warm house. “One track mind.”

  And just like that, they were back on even ground. Screw couldn’t believe the relief he felt at having mended that rift. He winked. “You know it.” As Gumby strode past him, Screw grabbed his arm. “Thank you,” he said.

  Gumby nodded.

  “I won’t push. Promise. Take the time you need.” Screw swallowed the terror his next words evoked. “I’m not going anywhere.”

  For a second, Gumby hesitated, then he cupped Screw’s jaw in his large hand and kissed him. It was a tender meeting of lips, perhaps the softest kiss he’d ever received. Their tongues tangled for a few moments before Gumby pressed one last chaste kiss to lips then whispered, “For the record, you’re only the second man who’s had his lips on mine.”

  The first obviously being the kid Gumby experimented with.

  And damn if that didn’t do something warm and unsettling to Screw’s insides. Something that hit on his hot button. Something he couldn’t yet talk about. So instead, he said, “Want a beer?”

  As Gumby shrugged out of his jacket, he said, “Yeah, that sounds perfect right about now. Thanks.”

  Gumby looked so right, standing in Screw’s house. Like he belonged there. Now they just needed Jazz to walk in the door and his little fantasy would be complete. But that was a fool’s wish, especially since Gumby had just come from a meeting with Copper where he was asked to aide in fucking over an enemy club.

  And on that note…

  “You met with Copper?” Screw called from the kitchen as he grabbed them each a winter ale. He returned to the den to find Gumby placing his jacket over the back of the couch.

  “I did, yeah.”

  “And? You in?”

  Gumby nodded. “I’m in. I’ll be at church with you guys to plan.”

  Screw held out the bottle. “Good. Thanks.” God, this was awkward as fuck. Maybe they should talk more about the club and the CDMC, but Screw just wanted to enjoy Gumby’s company for a bit. They needed to just…hang. So instead of continuing that discussion, he said, “You wanna watch a movie or something?”

  Gumby walked toward him, a smile on his handsome face. He reached out and rubbed his palm on Screw’s beard. Screw wanted to lean into the touch like a contented cat. So he did. Then he captured Gumby’s hand in his own, drawing it away from his face. This must be the one that had been broken. How had he not noticed the slightly crooked pinky and how his middle finger didn’t fully straighten? Though he hadn’t planned on making the mood heavy again, Screw lifted Gumby’s hand and placed a kiss on his knuckles. He wished he could do more to heal the man, but how could he right a youth filled with abuse and hatred? “Does it hurt at all, Will?”

  Gumby shrugged. “Once in a while. If I over do it. This cold weather sure doesn’t help. I’m all right, Luke. Promise.”

  They stared at each other for a heated moment before Gumby tilted his head and gave Screw a half smile. “You on the other hand are not.” This time he tugged on Screw’s beard. “This is getting a little out of control there, man.”

  With a laugh, Screw scratched his chin. The itch had mostly gone away, but Gumby was right. It was looking messy as hell. “First time I’ve let it g
et longer than scruff. I’m liking the beard, but I don’t really know what the hell I’m doing with it. Which is why it’s looking all raggedy.”

  “I can help you trim it up if you want?”

  Screw raised an eyebrow as he took a sip of his beer. “Sure this isn’t just a ploy to get close to my jugular with a pair of scissors?”

  Gumby threw back his head and let out a laugh. Finally, any lingering tension dissolved and all that remained was two guys enjoying each other’s company.

  “Leave it to you to think along those lines.”

  “I had to check,” he said with a wink.

  Bumping his shoulder, Gumby said, “Come on, where’s your bathroom.”

  Screw lead him through the house into the master bathroom.

  “Nice place,” Gumby said.

  He wasn’t much for decorating, but at least his place wasn’t a filthy shithole of a bachelor pad. For some odd reason, Gumby’s opinion of his home mattered. “Thanks. Could use a woman’s touch. Maybe Jazz would be willing to spruce it up a bit.”

  “Bet she’d love that.”

  “Right through there.” Screw gestured for Gumby to head into the master bathroom. Once they were both inside the master bath, he fished out his supplies and handed them over.

  “What are you thinking?” Gumby asked.

  “Just neaten it up. I think I’ll keep it cut pretty close. Whatever you think looks good. I trust you.”

  The air thickened as their gazes caught. Screw propped his ass against the vanity, waiting for Gumby to get to it. Watching the other man lay out the clippers, scissors, and beard oil proved to be a treat. His long, deft fingers gave a man all sorts of naughty ideas. Especially someone like Screw, who pretty much had dirty thoughts all day long.

  And the way he smelled? In the confines of the small room, Gumby’s natural aroma of soap, motor oil, and something unique to him overwhelmed Screw’s senses.

  “Ready?” Gumby picked up the clippers and started them up. An incessant buzzing filled the room.

  “Do your worst.”

  “I’m just gonna do your neck and even up the sides first.” Gumby got to work, trimming the sides of his beard with slow, gentle strokes of the clippers. Every touch of his hands, though not intended to arouse, drove Screw crazy with need.

  Screw couldn’t get enough of watching him. The way his lower lip tucked between his teeth as he concentrated. The way Gumby’s glasses slipped down his nose, just a millimeter, but enough to have him shoving them back up with a tiny grunt of irritation. The way his eyes narrowed as he focused on the task.

  It was taking everything in Screw to keep from ripping the clippers from Gumby’s hands, dropping to his knees, and sucking him until he collapsed.

  Once he was satisfied with the job, Gumby grabbed the scissors and trimmed the longest of the hairs, the stragglers. Then he returned to the clippers and gave the overall beard a good trim. Screw practically purred like a cat being petted by its favorite owner.

  Both of them were fully dressed. Hell, they weren’t even skin on skin in any way and Screw’s cock was so hard, it was becoming near impossible to ignore. Especially for someone not used to denying that particular part of his body. Gumby either didn’t notice or had a kink Screw hadn’t known about that involved torturing his lovers with severe blue balls.

  “Okay,” Gumby said, oblivious to Screw’s pain. He grabbed Screw’s shoulders and leaned back, eyes darting back and forth from left to right. “Looks pretty damn even. Not too bad if I do say so myself. Take a look.”

  Screw turned, assessing himself in the mirror. “Shit, G, this auto mechanic thing doesn’t work out you have a career as a barber. I’m looking fly.” He rubbed his cheeks and chin, turning his head as he admired himself.

  “Turn back, let me oil you up.”

  Yes please, oil every inch of me while you’re at it.

  “Sure.” Screw turned in time to see Gumby drop a few beads of beard oil onto his callused hands. The scent of sandalwood filled the room adding another layer to the sex factor.

  Hovering only a few inches above him, Gumby used his long fingers to massage the oil into Screw’s beard. As he stroked in a circular motion with gentle pressure, Screw’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the simple pleasure of it all. The moment felt heavy, intimate, perhaps one of the most intimate he’d ever experienced with another man…hell, with anyone.

  When Gumby slid his fingers into Screw’s hair, massaging his scalp as he’d stroked his face, Screw lost the battle to remain stoic. He moaned and gripped the other man’s hips, pulling him in until their groins met. When he realized Gumby was as hard as he was, he groaned. “You’re fucking killing me. Need you so bad.”

  Gumby’s answering groan might as well have been his hand fisting Screw’s cock with the way it made him jerk. The taller man leaned in close, brushing his smooth cheek against Screw’s neat beard.

  “Feels so good,” Gumby whispered. “The hair on your face.” He pried Screw’s fingers from his hips and interlaced them with his, keeping their pelvises joined. “The roughness of your hands.”

  Screw bit his lip and rocked his hips forward. His cock needed friction like his brain needed oxygen. Neither was getting enough of what it craved at that moment. He wanted more, but apparently, Gumby wasn’t done torturing him with his words in a way Screw had never experienced.

  “The way you’re so hard,” he went on as though Screw wasn’t seconds from combusting. Gumby grabbed Screw’s cock through his clothes, giving a none-too-gentle squeeze. “Not just here, but all over.” Screw nearly came in his pants when his cock got another squeeze at the same time Gumby grasped his bicep. “So fucking hard. And then when Jazz is with us? Balancing it all out with her softness, her sweetness, her wet pussy…fuck, Luke, it’s goddammed heaven.”

  “Will,” he managed to say, voice deep and ragged in a way he’d never heard from his own throat. “I can’t take much more.” In seconds, he’d be begging, completely shameless in his need to feel relief. Something he’d never had to do. He’d always dove in, took when he needed, then jetted. No one had ever played with him, made him wait, made him crave.

  Gumby gave him a quick, bruising kiss, swiping his tongue against Screw’s for just long enough to be another tease.

  As his flavor hit, Screw froze. Was that… “Do you taste like Jazz?”

  “Sure do,” he said with a wink and the thought of Gumby eating Jazz out before he came to him was unreal. “I want to suck you,” Gumby whispered by his ear.

  “Jesus Christ.” Screw gripped the countertop behind him. God, he wanted that. Wanted it with a force that nearly had him shoving the man to his knees. But rationality somehow prevailed. “Gumby…”

  A finger landed across his lips. “Don’t tell me I don’t have to. I know that. I may be a little rough around the edges since you’re my first, but I fucking want it, Luke.” Gumby’s dark eyes practically smoldered as he ground his erection against Screw’s.

  Gumby was a big boy. If he said he wanted to suck Screw, who was he to deny the man?

  “Yeah,” Screw said, rolling his hips against that tempting erection. “You do want it, don’t you? Want a mouth full of my big cock.”

  When Gumby growled and practically ripped Screw’s sweatpants down, he knew there was a fucking God. No other explanation for this prayer being answered.

  As Gumby slowly sank to his knees, letting his hands stroke down Screw’s thighs, he took the sweats with him. Screw peeled his T-shirt over his head. The only thing he wanted to feel on his skin was Gumby. Not the fabric of his clothes. Hell, not even the air in the room.

  Just Gumby.

  His dick stretched toward the man on his knees as though it knew what was coming and couldn’t fucking wait another second. A flash of hesitation crossed Gumby’s face and as much as Screw would give in that moment to have the man’s lips surround him, he wouldn’t sacrifice Gumby’s psyche. Now that he knew what made the man tick, what shaped
his view of himself and the world, he wanted to protect not only Gumby’s body, but his heart and mind.

  God, what a head fuck.

  “Will…”

  “Shut the fuck up, Screwball. I’m blowing you whether you want it or not.”

  Screw laughed. “Pretty sure the house could burn down around us and I’d still want it. Just don’t want you to feel pressured.”

  Their gazes met and he saw the gratitude in Gumby’s right before the man opened his mouth and sucked the tip of Screw’s cock into his mouth.

  “Jesus, fuck,” Screw said as heat and suction made his head fall back on his shoulders.

  With a curiosity he wouldn’t have expected, Gumby played with his dick, learning how to pleasure him with licks, sucks, and even the occasional hum.

  For his part, Screw let Gumby know exactly what he liked. Not that it was a chore. He whimpered every time the man licked right under the head of his dick, a particular favorite of his. After a few moments, Gumby grew bolder, taking Screw deeper and deeper into his mouth. When he finally hit the back of Gumby’s throat, the man gagged, making Screw yank back.

  “I’m good,” Gumby said with a smile. “Gotta figure this shit out.”

  Screw snickered but it was as strained as the rest of his muscles from holding back. Gumby dove down his dick again, this time relaxing his throat and managing to avoid triggering his gag reflex. Then he did it again. And again.

  “Fuck, baby,” Screw said. “God, you’re getting it. You’re sucking me like a fucking master now.”

  “Mmm.”

  His hands fell to Gumby’s head, gripping the short strands. “Tell me if it’s too much. I just need… Oh, fuck.”

  The suction increased with a sharp spike as though the prick of pain in Gumby’s scalp did it for him.

  Screw’s balls were full and ached with the need to unload down this man’s throat. As though he sensed Screw’s thoughts, Gumby cupped his sac giving it a light tug.

  “Fuuuck me,” Screw said on a groan as his orgasm drew closer.

  Just as his eyelids fell closed and he completely lost himself to the pleasure, a soft gasp had both men freezing.