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by Lisa Worrall


  Will suddenly paused in mid-step and grabbed Scott's hand. Gazing at him in question, Scott waited for the other man to speak. Since their kiss that afternoon, they hadn't really spoken to each other and the air between them had been heavy and cloying.

  "Scott," Will began, pulling Scott to a stop and turning to face him. "I just want you to know that anything that goes on behind those doors tonight, stays behind those doors. We're partners, and we're in this together. I've got your back and I know you've got mine."

  Scott's eyes widened in surprise at Will's heartfelt reassurance, but his smile was genuinely grateful. "Thanks, Will. I know we haven't always gotten along as well as we could have, but you know that I won't let anything happen to you in there. Well," he teased, nudging Will's foot with his own, "nothing you don't want to happen anyway."

  "You couldn't resist it, could you?" Will shook his head slowly at Scott's remark and a smile curved his lips as they continued across the street.

  Scott didn't even realize Will hadn't dropped his hand until they reached the door. Will's fingers in his were warm and reassuring, and as the other man pressed the buzzer on the door, he was struck by a sudden realization. He didn't want those hands on anyone but him. Jesus, I need a drink.

  The front door was opened by David, who coaxed them into the hall and closed the front door behind them. "Hey, guys," David said brightly.

  Something dark unfurled deep in Scott's gut as David walked toward Will with obvious intent and leaned up to press a soft kiss to Will's mouth. He forced a smile to his lips and bit back the urge to punch David there and then. If anyone should be kissing Will, it was him. Get a grip, Turner! He didn't have time to get a grip on anything because Brent moved suddenly into his line of vision and curled a hand around his neck. Pulling Scott down, Brent forced his lips open in a wet, dirty kiss. As Brent's tongue invaded his mouth and licked at his, he tried to remember to respond. Hopefully, his hesitation would be misinterpreted as nervousness.

  "Brent," Jay called from the kitchen doorway. "Put him down. You'll get your chance. At least wait until the poor boy has sat down."

  Obviously reluctant to break the kiss, Brent pulled back slowly, scraping his teeth on Scott's lower lip as he did so. "As long as I get first dibs," he drawled, lifting his hand and collecting the moisture on Scott's lips with his thumb, then sucking it into his mouth in an obvious display of possession.

  Jay wandered out from the kitchen with some glasses on a tray and a large bottle of scotch. "You know hosts always get first dibs," he chuckled, smiling at Scott and Will. "Hey, guys, welcome."

  "Hey, is that scotch I spy? On the rocks please, dude," Will said casually. Too casually for Scott's liking since David's hand was still on Will's ass. He allowed Will to lead him into the front room and took a seat next to him on one of the empty sofas. He started at the brush of Will's lips against his ear as he murmured, "I think this could be your lucky night."

  Turning his head, Scott lightly captured Will's lips, clinging to his mouth slightly longer than was perhaps necessary for show. "Jealous?"

  "You wish," Will shot back with a grin, before turning his attention to Jay and the glass he held out to him. "Thanks." He took a sip of the amber liquid and Scott chuckled as Will coughed indelicately the moment the whiskey hit the back of his throat.

  "You're welcome," Jay replied, leaning down to kiss Will square on the mouth, before turning to do the same to Scott. "We're glad to have you both with us."

  "Some of us more than others," Erik drawled, throwing a piece of ice at Brent's head.

  "Fuck off, Erik," Brent chuckled, his gaze locked on Scott. "I can't help it if I'm a little more obvious than the rest of you. You can't tell me that you don't want a piece of that delicious ass, too."

  "Maybe," Erik smiled at Scott and dropped him a wink. "But I prefer not to scare all the life out of my men before I've gotten anywhere near their cock."

  "Oh, believe me," Will laughed, looping his arm around Scott's shoulders and pulling him closer. Scott could tell the whiskey had already started to mellow Will out, so he went with it, leaning against his side. "It would take more than a little tonsil hockey to scare Scott."

  "Yeah, I have to look at Will's face every day, so I don't scare easy." Scott grinned, squeezing Will's thigh as a ripple of laughter at their banter echoed around the room. Okay, this isn't so bad. We can do this.

  Envying Will the scotch humming happily through his bloodstream, Scott narrowed his gaze as Marcus and Todd rose from their seats, crossed the room to where he and Scott were sitting and leaned down to kiss them. He watched as Todd practically stole the breath from Will's lungs, thrusting his tongue deep into Will's mouth. Scott saw the almost imperceptible hesitation on Will's part before he began to respond to Todd's kiss, but then he was looking for it, he doubted if Todd even noticed. Then his attention was taken by Marcus's lips sliding sweetly against his, and searching fingers sliding between the buttons of his shirt, brushing against his skin. Marcus's kiss was warm and soft, the press of his tongue at Scott's lower lip gentle and coaxing. As Scott returned the pressure, stroking his own tongue across Marcus's teeth, he gasped as the other man was pulled away from him by Will. He watched, his chest rising and falling as Will kissed the big man, nibbling at Marcus's lips. The sight of Will's tongue retreating into his own mouth as the kiss ended, had Scott already hardening in his pants.

  "Okay, guys, now we've all said our hellos." Jay lifted his face for Marcus's kiss before continuing. "Scott, Will, tonight is about enjoying yourself, each other, and those around you. You don't have to do anything you don't want to, take things at your own pace." Scott was amazed at how Jay simply continued with his spiel even though Marcus was pressing open-mouthed kisses to the nape of Jay's neck. "Above all, this evening is about pleasure. No one is forced in our circle. No one is made to feel less than they are and whatever happens between you is simply that, between you. Where you indulge is up to you, whether it is here with others around you to watch and join in, or if you prefer, you can retire to one of the rooms in private. It is your decision and your choice." He leaned into Marcus's mouth as Erik's hand slid up his thigh and caressed the bulge in his pants. "Mmm—on that note, gentleman, let the pleasure begin."

  Scott didn't miss the slight shake of Will's hand as he quickly poured himself another scotch and drank it in one. But then again, considering the almost ravenous look on David's face as he watched him, Scott couldn't really blame Will for needing more Dutch courage. Fuck! Here we go, Scott thought to himself when Brent dropped to his knees and crawled across the carpet toward him. Brent's intent was obvious as he licked his lips and Scott found himself transfixed by the movement of Brent's tongue. At the gasp falling from Will's lips, Scott shifted his gaze and watched David tug Will's hair so that his head fell onto the back of the sofa. He saw Will's uncertainty in the nervous smile he bestowed upon the man leaning over him and then David pressed his lips to the tanned column of Will's throat, sucking gently on Will's Adam's apple. Trying desperately to turn his attention back to Brent, he wished he could close his ears to the whimpering moans emanating from Will's throat, but he couldn't. All he could do was wish he was the one responsible.

  In his peripheral vision, Scott could see Will's hand twitching against his thigh as David mapped out the skin of his partner's throat with his lips. He wanted to grab hold of David's hair and yank him off Will, the desire to do so almost outweighing the reason they were there. Do something, Turner, he must be freaking out! Hissing a mental 'Shut up' to his inner voice, Scott slowly reached out his hand and placed it on Will's thigh, trying to kid himself that he was showing Will his support. More like marking your territory! Why don't you just pee on him and be done with it?

  Scott was distracted from the irritating chuckle of his own subconscious by Brent shouldering his knees apart and settling himself between them. Oh shit, he thought, watching the path of Brent's seeking fingers up his leg as they paused to knead the muscles in his thi
ghs. His fingers tightened involuntarily on Will's leg as Brent undid the last three buttons on his shirt and pressed his lips to Scott's stomach.

  Crawling up Scott's body, Brent raised himself high on his knees and pressed his lips to Scott's ear. He licked at the sensitive lobe and whispered huskily, "I want to take you upstairs and then I want to just take you. You are so fucking beautiful. I want to bury myself inside you, make you scream." He bent his head and pressed his lips to Scott's throat. "Can I?"

  Swallowing down the tingling in his belly that Brent's silky tones conjured up, Scott lifted his hands to cup Brent's face and kissed him slowly, shaking his head in regretful decline. "Not tonight," he replied, "but the wait will make it all the sweeter." He glanced at Will and wondered when David had moved around to sit astride Will's muscled thighs. Scanning the room, he saw Jay and Erik wander out of the room, with Marcus in tow and Todd sprawled out on the couch with his head in Damon's lap, his fingers entwined with Cal's. The couple were kissing and touching each other tenderly, while Damon's fingers slowly feathered through Todd's hair.

  Scott caught Damon's eye and desperately hoped that the man got the message he was trying to convey. He had no idea if he had been successful because Brent suddenly hooked his hands behind Scott's knees and yanked him forward on the couch. Scott almost fell off the soft cushions and onto the carpet but was saved by Brent leaning over him, guiding Scott's legs around his waist. Brent attacked his mouth again, the man's tongue delving deep and mapping out the inside in sharp stabs. Scott had to admit, Brent may be slightly over the top and creepy, but he was a fantastic kisser. He kept his own eyes open as Brent devoured his lips and glanced over at Will, who seemed to be lost in the kiss that David and he were exchanging. Trying to ignore the flare of jealousy that roiled in his gut, Scott let his eyes drift shut and allowed himself to respond fully to Brent. Harrison looks like he's enjoying himself—why can't you? Brent's warm hands slid more of his buttons free and he groaned low in his throat as they trailed across his skin. Scott could feel the heat of Will's thigh pressed up against his side and he tried to concentrate on that warmth seeping through to his skin while Brent kissed him, the pressure of the other man's lips and hands becoming more and more insistent.

  Will moaned under the expert assault of David's tongue. The man's kisses, combined with the way he rolled his hips, had Will hardening in his pants and involuntarily grinding his erection into David's ass in his lap. He gasped into the kiss when David's fingers found his nipples beneath his shirt and he curled his fingers into the firm globes of the other man's ass, pulling him closer. He could hear Scott and Brent beside him and tried to block out the sound of Scott's whimpering moans. He wanted to be the reason his partner made those sounds. Fucking Turner. This is his fault. Why couldn't I find a nice homo? Why does the one guy I want have to be straight? With two glasses of scotch buzzing through him, Will wanted to feel something other than lonely. Opening his mouth wide under the heated kiss David was giving him, he took the hint when David lifted his hands and put them to the buttons on his shirt. Will's shaking fingers dealt with the buttons on David's shirt swiftly, and he slid his hands up the other man's smooth, tanned chest and eased the shirt off his shoulders, letting the material drop to the floor.

  "May I cut in?"

  Brent tore his mouth from Scott's nipple to gaze up at Cal looming over the pair. Will watched as Brent's gaze traveled over Cal's broad, ebony chest, as he took the beautiful man's hand, let him pull him to his feet, and guide him to the sofa Erik, Jay, and Marcus had vacated. "David?" Cal nodded toward Todd and Damon. "Todd's waiting for you, baby."

  Will followed the direction of David's gaze and his eyes widened at the sight of Todd, his jeans around his ankles as Damon ravaged his mouth. He started when David leaned toward Scott while still rolling his hips into Will's and captured Scott's lips, biting down gently on the full lower one before releasing him.

  David moved back to Will and kissed his swollen lips softly, before sliding off his lap and crossing the room to where Todd lay, moaning quietly in ecstasy. Within seconds, Will was rock hard as he watched David drop to his knees beside Todd and lap at the other man's erection through his boxers. But there was something else that caught his eye—there were dark purple bruises along David's lower back. Bruises that disappeared beneath the waistband of his jeans. Before he had time to ponder where they had come from, Damon padded toward them and held out his hands.

  "I guess that makes you two all mine," Damon smiled as the two men took his outstretched fingers and stood up. "Let's go somewhere a little more private," he said softly, glancing at Brent and Cal who had joined the two men on the sofa.

  Will glanced over his shoulder as he followed Scott and Damon from the room and his breath caught in his throat. Brent was fumbling with the belt on Cal's jeans and David's mouth was firmly sealed around Todd's bare flesh, his dark head bobbing up and down.

  "Come on," Damon said leading them up the stairs. "We'll go into the guest room; sounds like the others are in the master. Who wants to bottom?" He chuckled openly at the two men and opened the last door in the long hallway.

  Will avoided Scott's gaze as the other man closed the door behind them and ran a smoothing hand through his hair. Thankfully, it appeared Scott was avoiding his gaze just as much, which suited him fine.

  "Thanks for that," Scott said gruffly to Damon as he sank onto the edge of the mattress.

  "You're welcome," Damon said, smiling as he sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed. He gazed between the two of them, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "I'm surprised you didn't call Uncle earlier. Brent was determined to get into those glorious pants of yours." He threw Will a teasing look. "Although you didn't seem to be having too bad a time with David." He snorted as Will blushed and flopped down into the armchair in the corner of the room. "Don't be embarrassed, Will. I've had David, he's fantastic. The things that boy can do with his tongue. Anyway—" He looked from one to the other. "How's it going? Have you any leads yet?"

  Scott shook his head. "We've been getting profiles drawn up on each of them. But at the moment, it could be anyone." He grinned wryly. "Hell, it could even be me. All these guys seem to be law-abiding citizens. Apart from a domestic situation with David and Brent. Do you know if that still goes on? I noticed some bruising to David's back. Looked a bit like boot print and fresh too. Has David ever mentioned abuse to you?"

  Damon shook his head. "Never." His eyes widening in what appeared to be genuine surprise as far as Will could tell. "Brent's an arrogant ass, but he's never come across as the violent type. David's a sporty guy and he's always at the gym. Maybe it happened there. I'm sorry, but it's hard for me to believe that Brent would do that."

  "Maybe we need to look into that assault charge on Brent a little more closely. I noticed the bruising, too. It didn't look like anything you'd get at the gym," Will said softly, noting Scott's acknowledgement. "So, how long have we got to stay up here?" He had the sudden urge to wash David's scent off him. Why? Cause it's not Scott's?

  "Well, longer than the five minutes it probably takes you, from start to finish," Scott drawled.

  "Very funny. You're becoming a regular comedian, Turner. You should be on the stage," Will countered, anger beginning to fizz in his belly. Seriously? The asshole was gonna bait him now? "I could always ask Brent if he wants to come up and finish what he started."

  Scott narrowed his eyes at the sarcasm in Will's voice. "Well it would probably take him longer than you. Brent doesn't strike me as the two pumps and a squirt kind of guy."

  Will glared at Scott and opened his mouth, closing it again before he said something he was going to regret. Pushing himself out of the chair, he cleared his throat and nodded at Damon. "I think I've gotten just about all I can out of our first gathering," he said, his tone flat and devoid of emotion. He quickly undid the buttons on his shirt and pulled it open, undoing the belt on his jeans and leaving it hanging.

  "What the fuck are you doing?
" Scott snarled, his disbelieving gaze following Will's movements.

  "We're supposed to have just had sex, moron," Will hissed at Scott, reaching up and ruffling his fingers through his blond hair, making the soft strands stand up in disarray. "Thanks for the rescue, Damon." He threw a disparaging look at Scott and opened the door, shutting it behind him.

  Ignoring the writhing bodies in the living room, Will opened the front door and strode down the path. He didn't even acknowledge Scott, although he heard the door close and the other man's footsteps behind him. Fucking, Turner. Who the fuck does he think he is? Will fished in his pocket for the door key and winced as the fabric tightened across his cock. He was still at half mast and he pulled at the crotch of his shorts in thinly veiled frustration as he stabbed the key into the lock.

  "What's up, Harrison?" Scott said as he came up behind him. "Feeling a little tense? I'm sure David wouldn't mind picking up where you left off. Don't mind me." Sarcasm dripped from every word and he abruptly pushed past Will as the lock turned and the door swung back on its hinges.

  Will saw red. He shut and locked the front door and toed off his shoes in the hall, stomping into the kitchen after Scott. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

  "I saw you," Scott retorted, filling a glass from the faucet and downing it in one. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and tossed the glass into the dishwasher, closing the door with a slam. "You were practically fucking David right there in front of me."

  "What?" Will yelled in disbelief. "Me? What about you? I thought you were gonna hump Brent's leg right there in the hall as soon as we got through the door!" He crowded Scott up against the sink. "Where the hell do you get off? You're driving me crazy. You fucking hypocrite!"

  "I'm driving you crazy? I sat right beside you. I saw you. His hands were all over you, Will." Scott jutted his chin out angrily. "Is that why you're so pissed off? Because you liked it? Did he turn you on? Did you want him?"

 

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