by A M Snead
“I love you, too,” Jack said thickly, softly. “So much.”
“Promise me something?” Garrett moaned and rocked his hips ever so slightly, loosening Jack up inside. “Promise me that from now on, we will talk to each other…no matter what.”
“I…I promise,” Jack whimpered and pushed his ass up to him. “But can the talking…wait till later?”
Garrett smiled and kissed his ear. “Definitely.” He rubbed his lips down Jack’s neck and nibbled his skin. He pushed into him deeper, a little harder, groaning loud as he slowly increased the intensity of his thrusts.
“Yes…” Jack shuddered and clawed the bed. His body strained as he moved with Garrett. “Fuck me…harder.” The pent-up emotions that had been churning inside them both since the night at the club demanded release, heightening their urgency and intensity. Jack cried out and fucked Garrett with vigor. “Fuck! Uuh!”
Garrett crushed him in his arms and came at him hard and fast, desperation and sheer want fueling his thrusts. “Jack! Fuuuck! Yes…God!” Without leaving his body, Garrett pulled Jack up onto his hands and knees and clutched his hips, pounding him hard and wild. “Uuuhhh! Fuck! Baby!”
Dropping onto his elbows, Jack buried his face in the pillow, biting it hard as he pumped himself urgently on Garrett’s cock. His head jerked up and he shouted for Garrett to fuck him harder, make him cum.
“Oh God, Jack…” Garrett panted against his shoulder, sweat dripping from his forehead. Their bodies were slick and hot to the touch, gliding smoothly together in wild abandon, rocking the bed beneath them. “Fuck! Baby, I wanna cum! Oh my God! Uuuhh!” He hugged Jack tighter and fucked him harder, his damp, fevered face shoving into Jack’s neck as he grunted and panted. The room echoed with the sounds of their wet bodies connecting, their cries of ecstasy erupting out of them.
“Garrett…” Jack gasped. “Let…let me turn over…” The need to see Garrett’s face and kiss him, consumed Jack.
Garrett was off him in an instant, sitting back on his heels. He turned Jack over and pulled him up into his lap and smothered him in his arms. Jack hugged his head and kissed him urgently as Garrett shoved inside him again, stroking desperately. Jack rolled his hips urgently, gliding up and down on Garrett’s stiff cock. He buried his face in Garrett’s damp hair as Garrett clung to him. “Oh, Garrett…” Jack whimpered, his heart pounding, exploding with love for the man. “I love you so much.”
“Jack…” Garrett squeezed him tighter. “I love you, Jack…I love you…”
Tears stung Jack’s eyes as his body responded to the love surging between them. “I need to cum,” Jack murmured into his mouth. He clutched handfuls of Garrett’s hair, his arms straining around the man’s head as he bounced wildly in his lap. “Make me cum, baby.”
Hard breath burst off Garrett’s lips and he shoved one hand between them, grabbing Jack’s cock. He pumped him hard as Jack rode him with intensity.
“Uuuhh! Fuuuck!” Garrett yelled. “Oh fuck, Jack! I’m there! I’m cumming!”
Jack clawed his scalp and shoved his head hard against Garrett’s brow and cried out loud as he burst, shooting a full load onto their stomachs. Garrett released a wrenching wail and threw Jack down on the bed, fucking him with ferocity, his body locking and straining as he unloaded with a strangled cry of sexual agony and ecstasy.
“Fuuuck!” Garrett yelled then gasped hard, panting erratically as he drove himself into Jack until his strength forsook him and dropped him down on top of Jack with another explosive gasp.
♥
Garrett couldn’t move. Could barely breathe. His heart beat so hard and fast he feared it would give out before it calmed. Jack’s own heart pumped wildly against Garrett’s chest and gasping breaths puffed forcefully out of both men.
His hands shaking and weak, Garrett shifted and cupped Jack’s head, kissing him on the lips, panting into his mouth. “Do you still want to be my baby?” he whispered.
Jack nodded, his thick, dark lashes saturated with tears. “I do,” he whispered unsteadily. “I never stopped wanting it.”
“Neither did I.” Garrett slid his fingers through Jack’s damp strands. “One more thing…” He kissed Jack and smiled. “We’re going to take a two-week vacation from work.” He kissed Jack again. “I’m not willing to share you for a while.”
Jack pursed his lips and rubbed his hands up Garrett’s back. “What about the ‘Friends’ shoot with Derek and Zachary?”
“Derek and Zach can just suck it up for a couple weeks,” Garrett muttered with a smirk. “Or better yet, replace you with someone else.”
A small, teasing smile curved Jack’s lips. “You’re not gonna start getting jealous now, are you?”
“I’ve been jealous of you from the start,” Garrett admitted. “But I can deal as long as I’m the only one you’re doing off camera.”
Jack’s face pinched. “Hmm…that doesn’t include the twins, does it?” He rubbed his lips together and smiled. “Because I don’t know if I can promise that much. I’m kind of addicted.”
“Shit,” Garrett chuckled and nuzzled Jack’s neck. “Of course, the twins are excluded.” He sighed and raised his head. “I’m addicted to them as well.”
Jack nodded. “Okay then,” he murmured and kissed Garrett. “Off camera…it’s just you and the twins. Hopefully at the same time.”
“Works for me, baby,” Garrett groaned and kissed him deeply. He touched his head to Jack’s brow and gazed into his eyes. “So… do you think Jill would have liked me?”
His throat knotting, Jack smiled. “She was rooting for you from the beginning.”
75 “The Cry For Help”
“Mickey?” Lucas stopped Mickey on his way out of the rec room. “Where are you going?”
Mickey hesitated and glanced toward the doorway. Since yesterday in the kitchen, Lucas and Bailey had kept their eyes on him, hardly letting him and Marcus out of their sight. He knew they had gone to Gideon, and soon Gideon would make Mickey talk. There would be no more pretending that everything was okay. The guys hadn’t believed him yesterday, and Gideon wouldn’t believe him today.
“I have to use the bathroom,” he mumbled and avoided Lucas’ eyes, hoping he wouldn’t detect the lie.
“I’ll come with you.”
Mickey frowned. “I don’t need help.”
“I don’t know,” Lucas mused and cast a glance at Mickey’s crotch. “That’s an awful lot to hold all by yourself.”
Mickey tried for a smile but failed. “I can manage.”
Lucas’ attempted amusement dwindled, and he stared at Mickey seriously. “Don’t be too long.”
“Yeah,” Mickey whispered and walked out of the room. His steps slowed when he entered the foyer. He glanced back discreetly to see if Lucas was watching and waited for him to retreat out of sight before Mickey took a detour up the stairs.
He paused at the top of the staircase and glanced both ways down the long hallway, then turned to his right, passing his and Marcus’ room, then Garrett’s, and further down to stop outside Scotty’s door. He hesitated and looked in the direction where the hall passed into the end section of the large structure where the film crew sometimes lodged.
His heart pounded as he shifted his stare to the opposite end, toward the west wing…and Gideon’s office. He wanted to run to Gideon, throw himself into his arms like a child and beg him to make the monster go away. But this monster had a strong grip, and he wouldn’t go down without ripping apart other lives in the process.
Above all others, Mickey had to protect Marcus.
His hand shook as he knocked lightly on Scotty’s door, casting anxious glances toward the stairs.
The door opened on the fourth knock. Scotty stared at him in surprise. “Mickey…” He frowned. His eyes were anxious and darted past Mickey into the hallway. “What’re you doing here?”
“They’re…” Mickey swallowed thickly, an instant burn stinging his eyes. “They’re gonna make me tell. I-I do
n’t want to.” Desperation filled his voice. “I tried to get them to leave me alone, I told them nothing was wrong, but…but they don’t believe me. They went to Gideon…he’s gonna make me tell them what I saw.”
“No,” Scotty replied sharply, fear in his eyes. “No, Mickey, you…you can’t. What…what about Marcus? You know what he said. He isn’t lying.” Tears brimmed Scotty’s eyes and even in the midst of his own fear, Mickey pitied the guy.
“What if you come with me?” Mickey whispered. “We could go to Gideon together.”
“No!” Scotty choked, and his tears welled thicker. “No, Mickey, don’t even say that!” Scotty glanced fearfully back inside the room and his voice dropped to a bare whisper. “He’ll hurt us, Mickey…and Marcus. You can’t tell them.” His throat worked. “Please…you can’t.”
Mickey’s vision blurred. “They could help us, Scotty. If we don’t tell someone…he’s gonna hurt us anyway. You know he will. He’s…” Mickey trembled. “He’s already hurting you…isn’t he?”
Scotty ducked his head and a tear slid down his cheek. “I don’t care what he does to me,” he whispered unsteadily. “I deserve to be hurt.”
“Scotty, no, you don’t—”
“I just don’t want him to hurt you or Marcus.” He raised his head, his face damp. “Or Jack.”
“Jack…?” Mickey frowned, his stomach twisting tighter. “What…what does he want with Jack?”
Scotty stared at him, eyes swimming. “I don’t know,” he muttered quietly and glanced behind him again, anxiety tightening his eyes. “But you can’t talk, Mickey.”
When he looked behind him into the room a third time, fear permeated Mickey’s heart. He’s here. Now. Mickey backed away. “O-okay…” he stammered. “I-I…I won’t.” He turned away from the bedroom doorway, the hairs on his neck prickling. He had the compulsion to run but his legs didn’t want to work, and he managed only a couple steps when a hand suddenly clamped over his mouth from behind and he was dragged into the bedroom.
The door closed hard and locked as his back hit the wall, knocking the wind out of him.
Eyes of seething rage burned into him and he was suddenly choking as a strong hand squeezed his throat.
Panic overtook him, and he clawed at the hand, trying to breathe, tears rising and streaming down his face.
He’s losing control. Oh God…I don’t want to die! Marcus needs me…
Lips raked his ear, hot breath puffing out. Mickey squeezed his eyes shut and gasped for air…but the hand kept squeezing and a fog fell over his mind.
Somewhere outside the haze, he heard Scotty calling his name in a cry of fear and panic.
♥
“Jack! Garrett!” Both men grunted when Marcus flung himself against them and squeezed them in a powerful hug the instant they entered the rec room. He raised his head, eyes bright and a smile on his face. “You’re friends again…right?”
Jack looked at Garrett, and Garrett cleared his throat, swiping his hand over his mouth as a smile cut across his lips. “Uh, yeah.” Garrett nodded as his hand dropped away. “You could say that.”
Marcus grinned and lifted an eyebrow. “Really good friends?”
“Well, let’s see,” Garrett sighed and kissed the top of Marcus’ head. “Do really good friends wrestle around on the bed and yell at God?”
Marcus giggled. “Yes!”
“Then I’d say we’re the best of friends and God’s ears are ringing.”
Jack chuckled and shook his head. “Don’t listen to him.” He winked at Marcus. “I’m pretty sure God tuned us out the minute we entered the same room.”
“Let’s hope so.” Marcus gave an exaggerated eye-roll. “You guys could make the angels blush.”
“Oh fuck,” Garrett laughed and hugged Marcus. He kissed his cheek. “Look who’s talking, you sexy little beast.”
Marcus squeezed him in a fierce embrace and buried his face in his throat. “I missed you,” he whispered.
“I didn’t go anywhere.” Garrett smiled and held him closer.
“Yes, you did.”
Catching one another’s eyes, both Jack and Garrett knew what he meant. The fun, playful Garrett that Jack had met when he first came here had disappeared after their night at the club.
Jack had missed him as well.
“Well, I’m back,” Garrett murmured and lifted Marcus’ face. He planted a soft kiss on his lips. “And I expect lots and lots of attention from my two favorite cherubs.”
“You mean imps,” Jack corrected with a teasing smile.
“Hey.” Marcus feigned a scowl then grinned and hugged Jack with both arms. “Do you want attention, too?”
“You know it, baby,” Jack growled and nibbled his neck. Marcus laughed and squirmed, finally breaking free of him. Jack looked around the room. Some of the other guys were gathered around the pool table, including Lucas, Bailey, and Derek but there was so sign of Mickey. “Where’s your counterpart?” Jack asked.
Instant tension grabbed Garrett when he, too, noticed Mickey’s absence.
“He went to the bathroom,” Marcus said, sobering a bit. “You guys are still going to talk to him, right? And Gideon, too?” His bright eyes dulled with a shadow of concern. “He wouldn’t tell me anything last night, about why he freaked out in the kitchen. He just kept saying everything was gonna be okay.”
“Don’t worry, babe,” Garrett assured him and rubbed his hand over Marcus’ head. “Everything is going to be okay. And we are for sure going to get to the bottom of this.”
“Hey.” Lucas spotted them and walked over with Bailey at his heels. Some of the other guys looked up with interest as grins and smirks flashed across their faces when they saw Jack and Garrett together. “You two are looking…well.” He chuckled and hugged them both simultaneously. “Good to have you back.”
“You’d think we’d been on hiatus,” Garrett grunted when Lucas smacked his back.
Bailey smiled and shrugged. “You kind of were.”
“It was only a matter of time before you got your act together.” Lucas smirked at Garrett then flung his arm around Jack’s shoulder and hugged him hard. “I mean, who can resist this sexy-assed boy for too long?”
“Not me.” Marcus wiggled his eyebrows, inciting laughter.
“That’s good.” Jack nodded and pointed at Marcus. “Let’s not change that.”
Garrett chuckled then cleared his throat, his humor subsiding. “So, uh…I thought you guys were supposed to be keeping an eye on Mickey.”
“He’s in the bathroom,” Lucas said. “I offered to come along and help…” He shrugged and smiled. “But he said he didn’t need a helping hand.” Anxiety lingered behind his smile. “If he don’t get back here in a few minutes, I’ll go hunt him down.”
“When did Gideon want to sit down with him?” Garrett asked.
“He was waiting on you two,” Bailey said. “He wants the four of us there as well.” He touched Marcus’ back. “And Marcus, of course. Mickey is scared of something—or someone—and he needs to feel safe, so he’ll talk about it.”
On cue, Gideon stepped into the doorway and nodded at the small group. “Where’s Mickey?” he asked when they approached.
“The bathroom,” Lucas told him. “But I’ll go get him.”
Gideon nodded. Despite the strain of concern in his face, he smiled at Jack and Garrett. “You two good?”
“Better than good, pops,” Garrett mused and slid his arm around Jack’s shoulders.
“Pops.” Gideon sighed. “Damn, you boys make me feel old.”
Jack laughed and leaned against Garrett.
“A good man is like a fine wine.” Lucas winked before he headed for the door. “He just gets tastier with age.” He wagged an eyebrow. “We can always ask Daniel.”
Gideon scowled as Lucas disappeared out the door with a chuckle. “Brat.”
“Ah yes. Daniel.” Garrett stepped over and wrapped his arm around Gideon’s shoulders. “We dirty-m
inded boys demand details.”
Gideon chuffed. “Well, demand in one hand and spit in the other…and see which one gets full the quickest.”
“What does that mean?” Marcus laughed. His face pinched. “Does it mean you’re not gonna tell us all the juicy stuff?”
“Bingo.” Gideon winked at him, then shrugged. “Even if there was anything juicy to tell, you wouldn’t hear it.”
“Right.” Garrett smirked. “You trying to tell us a sexy porn boss and hot strip club owner spent the night together and nothing happened? Yeah, uh-huh. Not in this lifetime.”
Jack grinned. “I’m with Garrett. I don’t see how that’s even possible.”
“Hmm.” Gideon stared at Jack. “Don’t you know it’s house policy that for the first year in my home, you are required to side with me, no matter what—before you let these boys corrupt you and drag you to the dark side?”
“Oh, we’re the ones living on the dark side?” Garrett snickered. “Mister I’m-gonna-make-a-career-out-of-filming-sexy-naked-boys-doing-it.”
Gideon shook his head and groaned. “Touché.”
“Gideon!” Lucas shouted in panic from the entrance hall. The stark fear in his cry chilled Jack’s blood. Everyone in the room bolted for the door.
Lucas was taking the stairs two and three at a time. At the top stood Scotty, calling to Lucas in a panic, face streaked with tears.
“Fuck!” Garrett burst ahead and scaled the staircase in record time, the rest of them not far behind. “What’s wrong?” Garrett shot at Scotty as Lucas raced down the hall toward Scotty’s room.
“I-it’s Mickey!” he cried. “You have to help him—he’s hurting him!”
76 “The Shocking Truth”
Jack was caught in the swarm of bodies surging forward. No one stopped to ask who “he” was but ran to the bedroom. Jack stopped cold then grunted when others behind him crashed into him. Mickey was lying on the floor, unmoving, with Lucas and Garrett kneeling beside him, trying to revive him.