by Lisa Worrall
Will closed his fingers around his shaft and began to jerk himself in time with Scott's thrusts between his cheeks. He vaguely wondered if his shaking legs would hold him up much longer as he raced toward his release. Needed it. Craved it. The combination of Scott's thickness across his throbbing hole and his own furious jerks on his cock had his toes curling against the tile beneath him as his orgasm swelled and washed over him in waves.
Warm, thick streaks of come spilled over his fingers and onto the floor under the table, some of it even splattering the underside of the table top itself. He moaned harshly with every pulse from his cock, Scott's shaft speeding up against his hole and then stiffening against him and shooting his load across Will's back.
"Fucking Christ, Turner," Will rasped, his throat raw and choked from the intensity of his orgasm, his chest heaving. He smiled lazily as he felt the swipe of a cloth across his lower back and the other man cleaned him of all remnants of their passion. "Mm," he mumbled, when Scott draped his body over Will's back where he lay, spread out on the tabletop, unable to move. "Where the fuck did you learn to do that?" The warm puffs of Scott’s chuckle stirred the hair at his nape.
"Biology class."
"Biology class?" Will countered, turning his head as Scott's lips feathered across his cheek. He wanted to stay like this forever. Okay, maybe not on the table, because Scott was a heavy fucker and the glass was digging into his belly—but he was more than happy to have the other man on top of him for the rest of time. Scott chuckled again, warm and rich in Will's ear, sending a shiver down his spine.
"One of the seniors tutored me on a Wednesday afternoon."
"You dog," Will smiled, rubbing his cheek against Scott's and nudging him gently. "Dude, need oxygen." He couldn't resist rolling his ass back into Scott's sensitive cock and opened his eyes slowly at the man's expletive. "What's up, big—?" His tease froze on his tongue. "Oh, God!"
Both he and Scott gazed in horrified embarrassment at the stunned faces of Grace Cassidy and Julie Bates, and the far too interested leer of Jay Randall, staring back at them through the patio doors.
Scott was rooted to the spot, more precisely, rooted to Will's back. A million thoughts echoed around his head as Grace crossed her arms and raised an inquiring eyebrow. How long had they been standing there? How much had they seen? How much hadn't they seen? How the fuck were they going to move without giving them another eyeful of the jewels? Oh my God, they've seen my sex face! Get a grip, Turner! "We have to move," he hissed through clenched teeth, his gaze flitting around the kitchen to judge how far he was from grabbing the nearest dishtowel.
"How?" Will hissed back.
"Can't you reach your sweatpants, or—" Scott started at the bang that rattled the glass doors leading onto the garden.
"The time for modesty is over, assholes! Just go and find some pants!"
Scott flushed heatedly at the sarcasm dripping from Grace's voice and stood, immediately clasping one hand over his dick and grabbing Will's arm with the other. He hauled the other man upright and turned him quickly, shoving him out of the kitchen in front of him as Julie's "You don't have to cover up on my account, Turner" followed them from the room.
When they reached the bedroom, Scott sank onto the bed, his cheeks—both sets—burning with humiliation. He ran a hand through his dark hair and glanced at Will, who had collapsed beside him, and a frown creased his forehead. He noted the hand pressed to Will's side where he lay on the bed, the forearm flung over his eyes, and the shaking of his entire body. "Something funny, Harrison?" His tone was filled with derision as he stared at him. He kicked the big man when he didn't get an answer.
"Ow… can't breathe…" Will's laughter echoed around the room. "When I saw… them, I nearly shit… my pants!"
"You weren't wearing any," Scott said dryly, shaking his head in disbelief.
"I know! Neither… were you!"
Scott's lips twitched as Will broke into fresh peals of laughter, his chest heaving and tears leaking out from beneath his eyelashes and running into his hair. The twitch turned into a chuckle, then a snort, and then he collapsed beside Will on the bed and laughed boisterously. "How am I… s'posed to look at… them again?" His breath hiccupped from his lungs as he tried to drag more air in. "They've seen… my… my…" Scott couldn't finish the sentence; he just turned and buried his face into Will's shoulder.
"Your what?" Will nudged him with his nose. "Your what?"
"Sex… face!" Scott finally managed to get the words out between snorts.
"I know," Will guffawed, "mine too!"
"Could you two control yourselves long enough to come down?"
Scott's eyes widened when Grace's voice floated up the stairs. He managed to put a stopper on the bubbles of laughter still gurgling in his stomach and leaned over Will, planting his hands either side of his lover's head. Gazing down into Will's deep brown, laughter-filled eyes, he smiled softly. "I don't suppose we can stay up here forever?"
"It's funny you should say that," Will replied, feathering his fingers through Scott's dark hair. "I was—"
"Um, guys!" It was Jay's voice this time. "I'm going now. I'll see you in a couple of days; I've got to wine and dine potential clients in Stamford. Besides, your sister's hitting on me and it's freaking me out."
"See ya, Jay!" Will called out lifting his head and chasing Scott's mouth. "Hold on, how the hell did they get in?"
"They probably picked the goddamn lock!" Pressing a kiss to Will's lips, Scott eased himself off the bed and padded into the bathroom to run a sink of warm water. Dealing quickly with the now dry seed on his stomach, he rinsed the face cloth and returned to the bedroom. "Um… you don't seem worried that Julie saw you," he said, reaching out a hand to haul a still chuckling Will to his feet and turning him around.
"That's because Julie already knows about me. I told her when I was partnered with her, and I trust her implicitly," Will said, glancing over his shoulder. "I'm assuming Gracie knows about you?"
"Yeah. You can't keep anything from Gracie," Scott mumbled, unable to resist leaning in to nip at the curve of the other man's shoulder blade, Scott wiped Will clean and tossed the cloth into the hamper in the corner. "Come on then, gorgeous. Put some pants on, I think those girls have seen more than enough ass for one day."
Ten minutes, two pairs of sweatpants, and two tees later, the two men entered the kitchen to the smell of percolating coffee. Scott ignored Grace's smirk and felt his cheeks burn as he saw Julie on her haunches, scrubbing at the floor with a cloth and some Clorox. "Jules, let me do that," he said on a rush of breath and tried to grab the spray bottle out of her hand.
"Go away," she admonished, continuing with the task. "You think this is the first time I've cleaned up jizz off the kitchen floor? Or the bathroom floor? Or the hot tub? Or—"
Will held up his hands in horror. "Eww, Jules, come on… how can I look at Chad now?"
"Don't you dare 'eww' me," Julie complained. "You can never 'eww' me again, not after what I've just seen."
Scott banged his forehead against the cupboard before taking out four mugs. "I can't even begin to tell you how much I'm going to regret this," he sighed, "but come on… get it over with. Let us have it."
"I think Will's the one that got it."
Scott glared at Grace and held up his hands in supplication. "Okay, okay. You caught us having sex. We're both consenting gay adults. It's no big deal." He opened the cupboard to take out the sugar bowl. "Is there anything else you two want to add, or can we just put it behind us?"
"From where I was standing, it looked like a very big deal," Julie said, dropping Scott a wink.
"Mmm," Grace agreed with a nod of her head. "And you looked more than happy to be behind."
Scott took a step toward his partner and halted as Will's arms came around his waist and held onto him tightly. "You're lucky my gun's upstairs," he hissed, scowling at the two hysterical women. Allowing Will to guide him toward a kitchen chair, he sank down onto it and
frowned in annoyance at the other man, whose shoulders were shaking, too. "For God's sake," he mumbled. "Grow up."
Turning his full attention back to the two women as Will dealt with the coffee, he leaned back in his chair, his gaze flitting from one to the other. "So… which one of you is my sister? And why were you hitting on the neighbor?" He stared pointedly at Grace. "As if I need to ask."
"I can't help it," Grace replied, tossing back her long blonde hair. "He's fucking gorgeous. I only suggested that maybe he hadn't met the right woman, yet."
"You have no shame." Scott shook his head in disbelief and took the mug of coffee Will handed to him. "And why are you both so unsurprised about the two of us?" He sipped slowly at the steaming liquid, wincing as it left scorch marks on its path down his throat. Watching Will walk back to pick up the other coffees, he couldn't help the way his gaze lingered on the swell of that ass beneath the cotton of the sweatpants the other man wore. Glancing back at Grace, he blushed again as she grinned widely.
Julie shrugged. "We're women."
"What my esteemed colleague, both in work and in gender, is trying to say," Grace embellished, "is that our gaydar is more finely tuned than even the queerest of queers."
Scott stared at the two of them, open-mouthed for several seconds before spluttering, "Bullshit! I can't believe we entrusted each of you with our deepest, darkest secret and you told each other!"
"Jules!" Will rasped.
"What?" Julie waved her hand between Grace and herself, repeating simply, "We're women. Have you any idea how goddamn excited I was when this assignment fell into your laps. You've been panting after Turner for months; you were just too stupid to see it."
"Exactly," Grace added. "And tall, dark, and stoic has been so dewy-eyed since you walked into the department that it's been like working with a fifteen-year-old girl."
Biting his tongue and rolling his eyes, Scott sighed heavily. "Can we get to the reason you're here?" He couldn't believe that Grace had betrayed his trust. Admittedly it was only to Julie, but that wasn't the point. Had she told anyone else? His gaze flew to Grace's and he let go of the breath he hadn't even known he'd been holding, as she met his gaze and shook her head. A wealth of meaning in the movement.
"We found out who the third ticket was for." Grace picked up her coffee and gave Scott a smug smile.
"Okay, I'll bite," Will said, sitting sideways in the chair beside Scott's and lifting his feet to rest them in Scott's lap. "Who?"
"Todd Campbell," Julie replied. "We searched through half of the hotels in Phoenix before we came up with a winner. Cory, Jon, and Todd were booked into the Armada Inn." She frowned at the two men when a glance passed between them. "What?"
Scott nudged Will's feet off his lap and strode down the hall to the living room, returning to the kitchen with the disc he had copied and his laptop. He turned it on and, after it whirred into life, inserted the disc into the drive. As the first photograph appeared, he hovered the pointer over the slideshow button and tapped the pad twice to start it. Turning the screen around, he and Will waited in silence while the girls watched the evidence of Todd's degradation roll by.
"Jesus Christ," Julie ground out. "Is it White?"
"No," Will said. "It's definitely not Marcus unless he's in on it somehow—which I doubt very much. I've no idea how Todd explains the constant bruising he has, but we're both convinced Marcus doesn't know what's happening."
"How can he not know?" Julie replied, her tone aghast. "That's a lot of doors Todd would have had to bump into to be marked that badly."
Scott ran a hand through his hair and took another swallow of coffee. "I guess our next move is to see if we can get Todd to talk to us." He was beginning to see the pieces of the puzzle inside his mind. Now he needed to slot them into place. "If we look at this mess logically for a minute. Jon and Cory were close friends of Todd's, and I mean close—"
"You think there was anything going on there?" Grace questioned.
"I don't know." Scott rubbed at the back of his neck, feeling the beginnings of a headache at the base of his skull. "There's real affection in Todd when he talks about them, what little he does talk about them. But I couldn't say that there was anything sexual going on between the three of them. Not for certain." In his peripheral vision, he saw Will rise and pick up his chair. Where's he going? What? Oh, ungh, that's good. He briefly closed his eyes when he felt the pressure of Will's fingers on the back of his neck, kneading the tense muscles, having repositioned the chair behind him.
"You two are so cute," Julie crooned. "I think I'm actually having a moment here."
"Ignore them," Will instructed, continuing to massage. "Carry on… we don't know if there was anything sexual…"
Swallowing down the moan of pleasure-pain that threatened to escape his lips, Scott gathered his errant thoughts. "We've got two options here, as far as I see it. One, the three of them decided to take a vacation together in a little no-tell motel in deepest, darkest Phoenix—then Jon and Cory fought the night before they were due to leave and everything happened just as the police report said."
"And two?"
Scott unconsciously leaned back into Will's touch, feeling the tension leaving him and the throbbing at the base of his skull lessen. "And two, Jon and Cory found out what was happening to Todd and tried to do something about it—and they were stopped." His dark eyes narrowed as he reached behind him to still the movement of Will's fingers. "There's only one person who truly knows what's going on in Laurel Heights, and I hope he'll let us help him."
"Morning."
Todd looked up from where he was scrambling eggs on the stove top, as Marcus wandered into the kitchen, yawning widely. He grinned as his lover slipped warm arms around his waist and dropped a kiss onto his shoulder. "Good morning."
"You didn't have to get up and make me breakfast. You had a late-night last night."
"Yes, I did," Todd replied, turning his head to brush his lips against Marcus's cheek. "I know you, White. You've got a four-hour drive. If I don't feed you before you leave, you'll stop at the nearest candy store and fill the glove compartment with Hershey bars." Todd chuckled softly. "Besides, I seem to remember the late night was your fault. You kept me up."
"Well, parts of you were definitely up," Marcus drawled, sliding a hand into Todd's boxers.
Todd's hips jolted when the warmth of Marcus's palm rubbed at his cock. His length thickened and filled immediately under expert ministrations, and he groaned low in his throat. Reaching out, he turned off the heat under the eggs and pushed the pan to the back of the stove, then pressed his ass back against Marcus's hardness. He hooked a hand around the back of Marcus's neck to keep those soft lips pressed against his skin. "Don't start anything you don't have time to finish, White," he moaned, loving the feel of Marcus's fingers touching him just the way he loved to be touched. It had always amazed him, even from the very start, how Marcus seemed to be attuned to every need he had, almost before Todd felt them himself.
"Oh, I always have time to finish where you're concerned, Campbell," Marcus replied, turning Todd around and dropping to his knees. "I'm going to make sure you're thinking about me all night long while I'm gone."
Todd's stomach immediately tightened at the reminder that he would be alone tonight. For a brief blissful moment, he'd almost forgotten. "I'm always thinking about you, baby," he murmured softly. "Always." His eyes drifted shut as Marcus's soft lips swallowed down his engorged flesh.
Pushing all thoughts of Him from his mind, he concentrated on the man before him. This was Marcus, the man he loved more than life itself. The man who loved him back without question or condition. He didn't belong here.
An hour later, Todd leaned against the car and watched Marcus pack his overnight case into the trunk of his silver Prius.
"Hopefully, I can get the band I'm listening to tonight to sign to the label. They're so good, baby, you'll love them. In fact." Marcus leaned into the car and popped the CD from the stereo. "He
re. Have a listen while I'm gone. I think they could be big. Not quite as big as you," he grinned, wrapping his arms around Todd's waist. "But they can make us a lot of money and then we can finally think about that ranch."
"Really?" Hope lit up Todd's gaze and he pressed his lips to Marcus's, reaching up to cup his face. "Just the two of us? No one else for miles around? I can't tell you how I long for that, Marc. No neighbors. No gatherings. Just you, me, and a roaring fire."
"Sounds like heaven," Marcus smiled, kissing Todd deeply. "I'll see you tomorrow, probably early evening, depending on traffic, but I'll try and make it home for dinner." He smiled and slid behind the wheel, closing the door behind him.
When Marcus had turned on the engine, Todd knocked on the window. He desperately grasped at reasons why Marcus couldn't go. Why he shouldn't leave. But he couldn't find any that didn't make him sound like a raving lunatic. Instead, he waited for the window to finish its downward journey and then leaned in to kiss Marcus again. A hard, deep, and dirty kiss that left both panting into each other's mouths when it was over.
"Wow," Marcus said, licking his lips. "What was that for?"
"Because I love you," Todd whispered. Please don't leave me! He's watching us right now! I can't take it anymore! Please don't let him hurt me! His gaze traveled over Marcus's face, memorizing every detail as if he were afraid he might not see it again.
"I love you, too." Marcus smiled adoringly and cupped Todd's face with his palm. "See you tomorrow."
Todd watched Marcus drive toward the gates and listened to the whirring of the motor as they opened. He lifted his own hand in return when Marcus waved out of the window one more time before driving through the gates and away up the street, the gates automatically closing behind him. "See ya," Todd sighed and glanced around the cul de sac, his eyes resting on one house before he wrapped his arms around his torso and hurried back into the house.