by A M Snead
“Fuck!” Lucas gasped, tearing from the kiss. “Uuh! God!” He clutched Bailey in his arms, fingers digging into his back. “Yes, baby! Fuck me!”
Uncurling his legs, Bailey drew them under him so he had the leverage of his knees, and started riding Lucas with more vigor, pumping his ass on his stiff cock. “Uuuhh!” Bailey dropped his head back and fucked him urgently. “Oh fuck…yes…oh my God! Oh God! Uuuhh! Fuck!”
Lucas squeezed his arms tighter and fucked him back, panting hard, jaw clenched as he growled and grunted. The bed groaned and rocked, bumping the wall. “Oh shit…shit!” He buried his face in Bailey’s throat, driving his cock into his tight, hot ass. “Fuuuck! Yes! Oh my God…uuuhhh!”
A shudder sweeping through him, Bailey halted and drew back, kissing Lucas with trembling lips. “Let me turn around,” he moaned. “I wanna fuck you hard.”
Lucas didn’t protest as Bailey repositioned and straddled him in reverse. “Oh fuck,” Lucas gasped when Bailey took his cock back in all the way, his beautiful, sexy ass flush with Lucas’ pelvis. Lying back against the pillows, Lucas held the man’s hips as they swiveled slowly, around and around, encouraging Lucas to feel the rhythm and move with him. He did, his ass flexing hard with each circular upward thrust. “Oh my God, Bailey…ahhh fuck…do it, baby…fuck me hard.”
Oh fuck, I’m gonna lose my fucking mind. Lucas shuddered as Bailey gripped his thighs and began to stroke his ass on Lucas’ rigid member, up and down, so smoothly, his wonderfully perfect ass smacking against Lucas’ hot, damp skin. Lucas squeezed his hips and pumped himself into the man. “Yes…” Bailey choked on a gasp. “Yes, Lucas…fuck me…give it all to me, baby.”
Losing some of his control, Lucas fucked him deeper, harder. Bailey cried out, his gorgeous body curving with ecstasy, rolling hypnotically as he worked himself on Lucas’ cock until their need and passion took full control and he let go—bouncing hard and fierce on Lucas’ dick, his slick ass slapping loudly against Lucas’ sweaty skin, shaking the bed wildly.
“Fuuuck!” Lucas yelled, not giving a shit who heard. “Uuh! Fuck me! Yes! God! Ahhhh! Fuck!”
Bailey’s short nails gouged Lucas’ damp thighs as he pounded his ass on his hard cock. “Fuck! Lucas! Yes…oh God…yes! Fuck! Oh my God! Uuuhh!”
Lucas shoved up on one elbow as his other arm went around Bailey and he grabbed his dick, pumping him hard and fast as the guy bounced erratically on top of him. “Of fuck yes!” Lucas nearly screamed, jerking him off wildly. “Uuhh! God! I’m gonna cum! Oh fuck, I’m almost there! Shiiitt!!”
“Oh fuck, me, too!” Bailey cried. He straightened, giving Lucas more room and flexibility to stroke him. “Uuhh! Shit! Shit! Yes! Yeesss! Ahhhh! Fuck, Lucas! I’m cumming!” His body jerked hard and streams of cum shot from his cock. “Fuuuck!” Bailey convulsed a little, disrupting his activity, but he quickly regained control and slammed his ass on Lucas’ cock, bouncing forcefully until Lucas was screaming and cumming harder than ever before.
“Fuuuck! Uuuhh!” The strangled wail ripped out of him and he shoved Bailey forward onto his stomach and fucked him wildly, working through his orgasm until he lay weakened and sated on Bailey’s back, both of them breathing heavily, slick with sweat and hot to the touch. A fierce, pleasurable shiver shuddered through Lucas and he kissed Bailey’s shoulder. “Fuck, baby…welcome home.”
A shaky, breathless laugh escaped Bailey. “No one makes me feel as welcome as you do, my man.”
Chuckling, Lucas lifted off him and lay back, drawing Bailey with him. “They damn well better not.” He pulled Bailey down on top of him and kissed him hard. “Off camera…you belong to me.” He squeezed Bailey’s hot, slick ass as the guy drew his legs up on either side of Lucas’ hips, his chest glued to Lucas’ torso. “You know you’re the one I really want to be fucking—at all times.”
“Mm-hm.” Bailey’s lips tightened in a teasing smile. He played with the tips of Lucas’ damp hair. “So, you’re not all eager about doing Jack in your upcoming skit?”
“Ahh come on,” Lucas moaned. He rubbed his hands up Bailey’s wet back. “You want me to enjoy my work, don’t you?” He grinned.
Bailey nodded and chuckled. “I do. My bad.”
“You’re not…jealous, now are ya?” Lucas raised one eyebrow and smirked. “Tell the truth and shame the devil.”
A thoughtful look pinched Bailey’s cute face before he laughed and shook his head. “Nah. How can I blame you for wanting a turn at Jack? He is really quite sweet and fuckable.” He ground his heavy cock against Lucas’ crotch. “Just as long as you don’t decide you like fucking him more than you like fucking me.”
“Never,” Lucas growled and laughed, dragging Bailey over onto the bed and underneath him. He combed his fingers through the young man’s hair and kissed him deeply. “No one will ever surpass you.”
Bailey gazed up at him. “For real?” he whispered.
“For real,” Lucas assured quietly and kissed him softly. “Except for a minor, unexpected incident with Garrett…I don’t shag the other boys off camera…I just flirt and tease.”
“A minor, unexpected incident with Garrett?” Bailey stared at him, a quirk to his lips. He shook his head and laughed. “I’m not even going to ask.”
“Good deal,” Lucas chuckled and shifted off him, lying next to him on the bed. “So where did you disappear to earlier?”
Bailey turned onto his side and scooted up against Lucas. “I went to talk to Scotty.”
A slow sigh escaped Lucas. “I thought maybe you had. Did he say anything?”
“Not a lot,” Bailey admitted. “Although I think he’s feeling extremely inferior to Jack right now. Which I guess isn’t surprising if Jack and Garrett had something going.”
“Yeah,” Lucas murmured. “Scotty isn’t going to like anyone that Garrett shows special attention to. I wish…” He shook his head. “I wish he would just get over Garrett. I think it would do him and Garrett a world of good.”
Nodding slowly, Bailey asked, “Do you think Garrett still feels guilty about what happened with Scotty? There for a while, it seemed like he blamed himself for Scotty’s course of action.”
“I don’t know.” Lucas shrugged. “He doesn’t talk about any of that. And until Jack showed up, he seemed fine. You know how he was—the life of the party, so to speak. But now…”
“Yeah.”
Lucas groaned. “Fuck, I hate this shit. What really sucks is that Garrett and Jack had perfect chemistry. They were good together. I mean, fuck, you should have seen them onstage at the Den. It was fucking beautiful. And hot as hell.” He slid his hand over his head and stared at the ceiling, a small knot lumping this throat. “What the fuck happened?”
♥
“Fuck.” Jack rubbed his hand down his sweaty face. “That was a tough act to follow.”
Marcus laughed softly and pressed his hot, slick body against Jack. “You were great.”
The sounds emanating from Lucas’ bedroom down the hall, had rang out loud and clear. It had inspired Jack and the twins to try and “keep up.”
“Yes, you were,” Mickey agreed and kissed Jack’s heated chest.
“Do you think they broke their bed?” Jack queried, lips curving in a smirk.
Laughing, Marcus cuddled closer and wrapped one leg over Jack’s thigh. “I think we almost did.”
“I think you’re right.” Jack grinned and exhaled hard. “Shit. You two know how to wear a guy out.”
“In a good way, right?” Mickey gazed at him with that deceptive innocence.
Jack stroked his fingers through Mickey’s hair and kissed his damp, fevered brow. “In a very good way, baby.” Jack knew they were both still worried about him after last night. His insistence that he was “fine” hadn’t carried much weight with the two boys. They might be sweet, even innocent to a degree, but they weren’t naïve.
“I’m glad you decided to stay with us again,” Marcus said quietly and slipped his arm around Jack,
laying his head on Jack’s chest. “You shouldn’t be alone right now.”
How could he argue with that? The thought of spending his nights alone…it nearly put him in a panic. And after the simple act of holding Garrett’s hand tonight at dinner, the effect it had on him—there was no way he could have warded off the barrage of unwelcome thoughts that were just waiting to crash in on him the second he closed himself behind his bedroom door.
The most troubling reality of all was that he didn’t really trust himself. A part of him knew that Garrett still wanted him sexually, he had felt it in the man’s touch tonight. And as hurt and angry as he was…Jack still desired Garrett as well. If not for the twins as anchors—what would stop him from casting away his last shred of dignity and go to Garrett?
You can never do that. Not ever. It’s too dangerous.
It was true; the level of danger was evident in the instant surge of excitement that snapped through his body at the mere thought of Garrett’s hands on him once again.
He had made up his mind at dinner to face Garrett and deal with this once and for all. But how did he do that while avoiding being overcome by his own physical want of the man?
♥
The sounds in the night, reaching him from the other rooms, had caused pain on a much deeper level than his own assault. With his face shoved in the pillow to muffle his cries, the man had gone at him again and again, viciously and…lustfully. It hadn’t all been about his anger over Bailey being in Scotty’s room. The man had been seething with lust…for Jack.
While he was being brutalized, just down the hall…others were giving in to their passions, maybe even love, of one another. Together because they truly wanted to be…truly wanted each other.
Tears dripped onto Scotty’s pillow. Pale moonlight caressed his damp face. He was alone again. Left to suffer the aftermath of the man’s rage and lust. His body hurt, and he felt like he couldn’t move. But the pain deep inside him was so much worse.
He’ll come back later, maybe tomorrow, and apologize. He didn’t mean to hurt you, not really. He was just upset because he thought you were with someone else. Why would he care if he didn’t love you?
Scotty held onto that and shoved away the reality of the man’s lust for Jack.
His stomach twisted, and he wanted to puke, but couldn’t move. The man hadn’t used any lube, not even spit. Why would he do that if he loved you? He had to know how much it would hurt you.
Scotty squeezed his eyes shut and pushed his face into the pillow, sobs choking him. He realized how scared he was to consider that the man might not love him. Because if he didn’t love him…what would he do to Scotty once he was through with him?
40 “The Games People Play”
“Hey.” Derek knocked, opened the door and leaned into the bedroom. “Wake up, gorgeous.”
Jack groaned and stirred between the twins’ warm, cuddling bodies. “Hm?” His eyes refused to open. He was nowhere near ready to wake up yet. Mickey and Marcus remained fast asleep.
“Up and at ’em, babe.” Derek grinned. “Gideon wants us in the studio day room in twenty.”
Another groan squeezed out of him. “Seriously?” His head flopped sideways on the pillow and Mickey’s sweet-scented hair tickled his nostrils. God, he could just lie here in bed with these two angels all day.
“Seriously,” Derek chuckled then sang lightly—“It’s a beautiful morning”—and walked to the window, drawing the blinds and letting in the morning sunlight.
“Ugh!” Jack draped his arm over his eyes, though they were still closed. “How can you be so damn chipper this early?”
Derek laughed. “’Cause I didn’t spend all night gettin’ busy with a couple of beauties.” He moved to the bed and nudged the edge. “Which I’m not exactly bragging about, so don’t expect me to feel sorry for your tired ass.”
Jack sighed heavily and lowered his arm, finally opening his eyes, not without effort. “Fine. I’m up.” When he tried to work free of the two boys, they stirred.
“Where you going?” Marcus mumbled, more asleep than awake.
“The boss is calling.” Jack kissed his cheek.
“For us, too?” Mickey murmured hardly above a whisper, eyes closed.
“No.” Jack smiled.
Marcus sighed and smiled. “Good.”
As soon as Jack crawled out of the bed, the twins scooted together and cuddled up, already asleep again.
“Hmm.” Derek stared at them, a huge grin on his face. “Such angels.” He looked at Jack. “But I bet you tarnished their halos last night, huh?”
“That’s one way of putting it.” Jack smiled tiredly.
“Lucky angels,” Derek murmured and cocked an eyebrow as his eyes swept down Jack’s body.
It was then that Jack remembered he was bare-ass naked. He exhaled with a smile. “Guess I should get dressed, huh?”
“If you must,” Derek sighed. He continued to survey Jack’s frame, giving special attention to Jack’s goods. “Damn,” he groaned. “Can’t wait till Friday.”
Jack grinned and shook his head. He grabbed his pants and tugged them on then scooped up his shirt and briefs and stepped toward the door. “I’ll grab a shower in my room, then head over to the day room.”
“Need someone to scrub your back?” Derek wiggled his eyebrows as he followed Jack out of the bedroom and into the hall.
“I think I can manage,” Jack chuckled.
Derek snapped his fingers. “Damn.” He laughed and nudged Jack’s arm. “You have about fifteen minutes now. Don’t take too much time polishing the goodies.” He laughed again and scooted down the hall when Jack rolled his eyes and shooed him away.
“Shit.” Jack shook his head, chuckling quietly. He closed the twins’ bedroom door and started for his own room. Then he heard it—muffled sobs. Barely audible. He frowned and moved down the hall in the opposite direction of his bedroom. The sounds quieted, and his steps faltered. Had he even really heard it? Maybe his ears were playing tricks…
The sobbing again. Unsteady, broken, as if the person was trying to control their crying. Keep it quiet.
Jack hesitated when he found himself standing outside Scotty’s door. Should he knock? Ask if he was okay? Jack wasn’t exactly Scotty’s favorite person right now. But even so, if something was wrong…
“Scotty?” Jack knocked once, softly. “Scotty, are you all right?” The muffled sobs ceased instantly, and Jack could almost feel the guy holding his breath, willing Jack to go away. “Scotty?”
A low clearing of his throat, then, “I’m fine,” he mumbled thickly, wetness in his voice. “Go away.”
Jack started to speak again then realized his time was short and he had less than fifteen minutes to get showered and over to the day room. “Okay,” Jack offered weakly. “Just…checking.” The guy wasn’t okay, that much was evident in his voice and tone, but even if there was someone he would talk to—it sure as hell wouldn’t be Jack.
♥
His body still hurting, Scotty turned on the cold water in the bathroom sink, dampened the washcloth and pressed it to his flushed face and puffy eyes, holding it in place in hopes of drawing the heat from his skin. His hands shook when he lowered it a few moments later and stared at his reflection, distorted in the broken mirror, shards missing from the glass. The redness hadn’t receded, and a heavy gloss remained in his eyes.
Scotty, are you all right? Why had Jack come to his door? What the fuck did Jack care if he was all right? And why the hell had it made him want to cry even more that Jack had taken the time to ask?
You know why. Scotty’s eyes filled again as he looked at his contorted, misshapen image.
“I’m not doing anything wrong,” he whispered, throat tight. Despite his insistence, the fresh tears slipped out and he found only judgment and accusation in the eyes staring back at him. He gripped the cold sink, his jaw set, face tightening. “He didn’t have any right,” Scotty choked. His breath quickened as his heart raced.
“He didn’t have any right to come here and take everything away from me. He should have stayed away.”
Justification eluded him, though, and he turned away from his warped image within the shattered mirror—a reflection of his life; broken…falling apart…nothing left to salvage.
Why can’t you just die in peace…and leave them alone?
The knife in his pocket pressed against his leg, burned like a hot coal through the thin pocket fabric and into his thigh. He sniffed and wiped his eyes then looked at his arm. Bailey, if not the others as well, suspected why he’d been wearing the long-sleeve shirt. If they figured out he was cutting again—would Gideon send him away for good? Commit him? Maybe he could make excuses for the recent cuts, but any more…he would have to use discretion.
Or just “stop.” This isn’t healthy. You need help.
He took the knife from his pocket and held it in his palm. Is this how someone who loves you helps you? Isn’t that about as helpful as taking a struggling alcoholic to a bar and buying him a drink?
“Shut up,” Scotty whispered thickly. His fist closed around the knife, squeezing. “Just shut up. He does love me. He knows it’s the only way to…” A shudder passed through him. “…to make the pain stop.”
Or maybe he’s hoping you’ll use it to slit your wrists again once he’s done using you to get to Jack.
Scotty began to shake, vision blurring thicker. Maybe…
His cell phone chimed on the nightstand. He cleared his throat, hand trembling as he stuffed the knife back in his pocket and retrieved his phone. A new text message awaited him. Scotty stared at the notification hovering on the display, then opened it.
“Meet me at our spot. Let me make up for last night. I love you.”
♥
Derek, Zachary, and Lucas were lounging on the L-shaped sectional, talking and joking around, when Jack entered the day room. The camera equipment was set up, but the camera crew had yet to arrive.