by Lisa Worrall
After Grace and Julie had raided Will's candy stash, Scott and Will shepherded the girls out of the front door and waved them off. They took with them the discs Scott had copied and promised to get the technical department to go through them with a fine-toothed comb.
It was obvious to all of them that whoever was abusing Todd had had something to do with Cory and Jon's deaths. It had been agreed that Todd's safety was paramount, and the two boys would speak to him, try and get him to open up—even if it meant blowing their cover.
Scott stood at the window in the living room, his re-filled coffee in his hand, gazing out at the splendor that was Laurel Heights. There was no denying that this was a beautiful place to live. The houses were majestic and opulent, the gardens carefully tended by a couple of handymen twice a week and to the outside eye it looked perfect. His jaw tightened at the thought of what went on behind those beautifully painted doors, wondered how long Todd had had to endure his humiliation. He gazed at Marcus and Todd's house, noting that Marcus's car had gone from the drive. Does he know? Are we wrong? Is he letting this happen? God, I hope not. Scott shook the thought from his head and downed his coffee.
He padded back down the hall and into the kitchen, pausing mid-step when he saw that the kitchen was empty—except for the T-shirt Will had been wearing lying on the cool, black tile of the floor. Putting his empty mug down on the table, Scott reached out and plucked the tee from the chair, unable to resist holding it up to his face and inhaling Will's scent. He smiled and folded the material, wondering when he had indeed turned into a fifteen-year-old girl, then froze in the task as he caught sight of the sweatpants that had been covering Will's gorgeous ass, hanging on the banister. Scott's smile widened as the tingle of anticipation bloomed inside his belly, spreading a thousand tiny sparks throughout his body.
"Okay, Harrison," he murmured softly. "I'll follow the breadcrumbs." With the tee still in his hands, Scott put his foot on the first stair and grabbed the sweatpants off the banister. Biting back the almost girlish giggle that threatened to escape him, he took the stairs two at a time, stopping at the bedroom door. On the handle hung Will's boxers. Shaking his head slowly, he removed them and opened the door, half expecting Will to be spread out on the bed, waiting for him. But the bed was empty. A tiny knot of disappointment tightened in his gut for a split second—for that was all it took for him to register the sound of the shower.
Licking his lips, Scott dropped the items of clothing onto the bed and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his own sweatpants and briefs. He slid them down together and stepped out of them, tossing them and his tee on top of Will's. The other man's voice drifted into the room through the slightly ajar bathroom door as he began to hum, and Scott's cock filled at the sound of Will's rich, deep tone. Well… off key deep, rich tone… but damn sexy regardless of its inability to hold a note. He pushed slowly at the door and let his gaze wander over the vision that was Will Harrison, standing with his back to Scott, water running in rivulets down his skin. His cock went from gotta have that to gotta have that NOW! in about three seconds flat. The sight of Will, naked and beautiful in the shower, left him incapable of doing anything but staring at him, open-mouthed. Then Will turned and looked over his shoulder, a big shit-eating grin on his face as he raised a questioning eyebrow.
"Took you long enough."
"Traffic was a bitch," Scott replied, finding his voice and padding across the tile to open the cubicle door and step inside. He'd barely closed the glass partition behind him when Will's mouth was on his, stealing the very breath from his lungs and making his thighs tremble. "Wow," he murmured, his fingers carding through the damp tendrils of hair at Will's nape, as long arms encircled his waist and pulled him close. "Where did you learn to kiss like that?"
"Biology class."
"Oh, really? You had a tutor, too?" Scott groaned as Will's teeth nipped at his fluttering pulse. "Fuck, Will. I want you so bad. All I have to do is look at you and I could cut diamonds. No one has ever done that to me before."
"I can't think of anything else but you," Will gasped against Scott's skin. "You kissing me, fucking me, making me yours."
The words had Scott whimpering in his throat and he grabbed Will's hand, turning to push open the door of the shower, fully intending to drag the other man to bed and do exactly that: kiss him, fuck him, make him his. He gasped when Will's fingers closed over his and he turned to see blond hair dripping into Will's eyes as he shook his head. "I thought you—" His lips were crushed beneath Will's again as he was dragged back under the spray. When his kiss-swollen lips were finally released, he noted the condom and lube bottle that Will held in his hand.
"I'm always prepared." Will smiled, capturing Scott's lips again.
Scott's tongue delved deep into Will's mouth, grabbing the condom and lube and putting them on the soap dish hanging on the wall. With his now empty hands, he roughly skimmed Will's already hardening nipples, tweaking at them with his fingertips, reveling in the moans Will couldn't contain. "I want to be inside you," he rasped, dragging his mouth away from Will's and running his tongue around the whorl of his ear. "Fucking you."
"Yes!" Will hissed. "Do it!"
"Easy there, cowboy," Scott soothed as Will stepped away from Scott and turned to plant his hand on the tiled wall, and spread his feet apart, giving Scott his ass. "I need to get you ready."
"No need." Will looked back at Scott, his eyes heavy-lidded and lust blown. "I told you, I was a Boy Scout."
"You mean?" Scott's eyes widened and his cock got even harder, something he wouldn't have thought possible. That Will had been in the shower, opening up that tight ass for him, fucking himself with his own fingers, head thrown back as he slid one in up to the knuckle, and then another, and another—getting himself ready. Scott pressed his hand to the base of his cock, to stop the orgasm that threatened to pulse from him at the images skittering across the surface of his mind. "Jesus, Will!" The other man's name was a whimper on Scott's tongue. "You're gonna kill me, man."
"Scott?"
"Yeah?"
"Stop talking."
"Okay." Scott pressed his body up close behind Will and curled his fingers around Will's throat, tilting the man's head so that he could bring their mouths back together. He hadn't been lying when he'd said that no one had done this to him before. Never had he felt the desire, no, scratch that, the need for anyone, that he felt for Will. Never had his heart even come close to being touched by one of the nameless, faceless conquests he had resigned himself to. He wanted more, wanted all the beautiful man beneath his hands—wanted him forever.
He pulled his lips from Will's and smiled at the moan from the other man as he tried to chase his mouth. Grabbing the condom from the soap dish, he ripped it open with his teeth, pushing his hair back from his face and wiping the droplets of water from his eyes. Scott whined as he rolled the latex down his cock, the sound echoing off the tiled walls. The pre-come was leaking from him as if a faucet had been turned on, and he didn't think he'd be able to last if he didn't calm the fuck down.
"Scott, please. Do it."
Scott pressed a kiss between Will's shoulder blades and curled one hand around a lean hip, while the other pushed at Will's lower back, encouraging him to bend forward. Reaching down and lining the thick mushroom ridged head of his cock against Will's hole, Scott took a deep, steadying breath and eased past the rim. His eyes drifted shut at the sight of his length disappearing inside the quivering man before him. He couldn't watch their bodies becoming one; he would lose it if he did.
In a way, keeping his eyes closed was almost worse than seeing the act itself, because every tiny sensation was heightened tenfold. Once the crown had slipped past the ring of muscle, it was as though he were falling as Will tightened around him and then pushed back, impaling himself on Scott's cock. The sound of Will's harsh breaths and pleas for more sent shivers vibrating up his spine, and his own cries fell from his lips. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over him and,
when he was fully seated inside Will, surrounded by Will, engulfed by Will, he set up a slow rolling pace into dark, wet heat.
"Scott, fuck! Harder, baby. Give me more."
"Oh, God, Will," Scott groaned, the sound of his lover's voice, the desperation in his tone, filling him with a sense of power as he grabbed onto Will's hips and increased his pace. He knew by the high-pitched mewling that came from the big man that he was hitting that sweet, sweet spot, and he angled his hips to try to hit it on every pass. "So tight," he gasped, hanging his head over Will's back and watching in stunned amazement as the sweat ran off him and onto Will's skin. "So, fucking… hot… so fucking… beautiful."
"Love you inside… me. Don't stop… oh, fuck… don't stop."
"Gonna make you… come so hard, baby. So… good, love fucking… you." Scott knew his fingers would leave marks on Will's smooth skin when he had finished with him, but he didn't care. He wanted to mark him. Wanted everyone to know Will was his. "So close… oh, fuck… Will, say my name… wanna hear my name." He pounded relentlessly into Will, his balls pulling up tight as he held onto the last vestige of his control. "Gonna come, baby," he grunted, his body curling over Will's and reaching around him with one hand to join Will's fingers as they jerked his cock. "Will!" Scott cried out when the first pulses of Will's orgasm warmed his skin, the sensation sending him over the edge, his own orgasm slamming into Will as he thrust in uncoordinated release. As he filled the condom and spurted inside Will, the man beneath him cried out a single word on an almost feral growl.
"Scott!"
Scott laid his head between Will's shoulder blades and pressed open-mouthed kisses to the honey-toned flesh as he rode the waves of his release. "Jesus, fucking Christ," he rasped, his voice raw and cracked. Easing himself upright, he gripped the end of the condom and gently pulled out, stripping the sheath of latex off and tied it, quickly opening the shower door and tossing it into the trashcan by the sink. He squawked when Will's strong arms came around his waist and pulled him back under the spray of the shower. "Dude!" His tone was one of mock complaint, a complaint soon forgotten as Will kissed him softly. Noting the frown creasing Will's smooth brow as he pulled back, Scott reached up and tried to remove it with the sweep of his fingers. "What? Tell me," he said as he watched Will's cheeks flush.
"I don't know." Will shrugged and leaned down so that their foreheads were resting against each other. "I was just thinking. In the middle of the fucking nightmare that's this fucked up community—is it wrong to feel this fucking… I don't know."
"This fucking what?"
"Good."
When Todd opened the door half an hour later, Will's heart tightened in his chest. The fear in Todd's deep blue eyes was palpable, only softening when he realized it was them. Will's gut clenched with anger at the bastard Todd had been terrified he would find on his doorstep.
"Hey guys, come on in," Todd smiled, standing back to allow them to step into the hall, closing the door behind them. "I've just put some coffee on. Would you like a cup? Or I've got some beer in the fridge?"
Scott followed Todd down the hall and Will brought up the rear, switching into cop mode, although still allowing his gaze to linger on the sway of Scott's hips. In the kitchen, Will sat down at the table beside Scott and leaned back in his chair. He couldn't resist the smile that curved his lips when Scott moved close enough so that their shoulders brushed against each other. His gaze flew over to where Todd stood at the counter as a loud crash echoed around the kitchen. "Todd? Are you okay?"
Todd nodded, picking up the pieces of the cup he had dropped. "Fine, fine. I must have gotten up on the clumsy side of the bed today."
"I know how that is," Will replied, trying to keep his smile natural and his expression neutral. He could practically see Todd shaking from across the room. Clumsy my ass! He's terrified! Looking down at Scott's hand on his thigh, Will took a couple of steadying breaths, grateful for the pressure of his fingers reminding him why they were there.
"Where's Marcus?" Scott asked, taking the cup that Todd held out to him.
"He's gone out of town on business. There's a new band he's hoping to sign to the label. I've been listening to them, he left me their demo. They're really good."
"How long is he away for?" Will asked, lifting his cup and sipping at the hot coffee, feeling the warmth of it slide down his throat and expand in his chest. He didn't miss the flicker of fear in Todd's eyes at being alone.
"Only overnight," Todd answered, folding his legs underneath him on the chair and picking up his own cup.
"Does he go away often?" Scott asked.
Will sat back and casually draped his arm across the back of Scott's chair. He recognized the subtle change in Scott's tone, the softness being one he used when interviewing a confused victim. Knowing that Scott was beginning his attempt to get Todd to open of his own accord. If they tried to force any information from the man, all they would succeed in doing was scaring him even more than he already was. He sipped at his coffee as he watched Todd's shoulders relax a little, some of the tension leaving him.
"Too often," Todd said ruefully. "But it all adds up, and the more bands he signs, the more money that comes in, and the closer we are to our dream." His lips curved up in a wistful smile.
Will couldn't help smiling back at the expression on Todd's face. "Your dream?"
"Yeah," Todd leaned his elbows on the table. "It's kind of corny really. But I've always dreamed of living on a ranch somewhere. Nothing huge, you know, just a few horses, maybe some cattle, with nothing around for miles and miles, nothing but me and Marc."
"You really love him, don't you?"
The gaze Todd fixed on Will was unwavering as he said simply, "He's everything."
"It must have been nice to have Cory and Jon to keep you company while he was away," Will pressed. Shit! He should have left this to Scott! He wished he could bite his tongue off, furious with himself when Todd's gaze wavered and flitted between him and Scott nervously. "I mean, they must have been a great comfort to you. You must get lonely when Marcus is gone."
"What are you suggesting?" Todd's was affronted. "They were my friends, nothing else. They were willing to help me in ways you could never imagine..." He trailed off and ducked his head.
"Todd, Will wasn't suggesting anything, dude. He just meant it was good that you had friends like them. Good friends, who were willing to do anything they could to help you." Scott's tone was placating.
"Oh, God." Todd's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Todd." Will reached out a hand across the table and glanced at Scott when Todd flinched at the movement and looked around him as if he were expecting someone else to appear.
"You know. You saw." Todd got to his feet and spread his arms out to the side. "Did He send you? Is that what all the friendly concern is about? Did he tell you to come get a piece?" His breath caught in his throat. "Go on then. Get it over with. What do you want? One at a time? Both together? I'll do whatever you want just… just please… don't hurt me."
Will watched in stunned silence as Todd began to undress, shaking fingers struggling with the buttons on his shirt. Pushing his chair back, he rose to his feet slowly, his heart aching in his chest as all life left Todd's blue eyes at his approach. Reaching out he put his hands gently on Todd's shoulders and pulled him into his arms. The anger roiled in his gut, burning his throat when Todd stiffened against him, but didn't move away, as if he was resigned to more abuse. Will tightened his hold, keeping his voice low, but firm, as he held Todd to him. "Todd, it's okay. We're not here for that. We're here to help you, man. We want to make sure no one ever hurts you again." He gazed at Scott when his lover's arms came around both him and Todd.
"Todd... please, let us help you. Tell us who it is. Help us make it stop," Scott said softly, nothing but compassion in his tone. "Did he hurt Cory and Jon?"
Todd pushed them away at that and shook his head. "I can't. Please. Just leave. You can't help me. No one can. He'll…" The tea
rs already coursed down his face. "Just go. Get out. Please."
Will watched, his own tears spilling from beneath his lashes as Todd turned and fled from the kitchen, his feet pounding on the stairs, followed by the slamming of a door. He was halfway to the stairs when Scott grabbed his arm. "What?" He frowned at Scott. "We can't leave him up there. We've got to get him out."
"We can't," Scott said, pulling on Will's arm and urging him toward the front door. "What are you going do? Blow our cover? Take him to the station? Put him in lock up? Baby, he's not going to tell us anything. Not right now. We've got to let him come to us."
"So, what the hell are we supposed to do?" Will said, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Scott… his face… he's so scared, we can't leave him." He sighed heavily as Scott pushed him over the threshold and closed the front door behind them.
"We have to. All we can do now is watch and wait."
He watched Scott and Will walk back to their house, jealousy and fury building within him. What did Todd think he was doing? He knew he wasn't supposed to have other men in the house when he was alone. Did Todd think he wouldn't find out? That he wouldn't see what was going on under his very nose? Surely by now Todd knew that he saw everything. His lips curved into a predatory smile as he closed the door behind him, his fingers tightening around the nylon cord he had taken from the drawer earlier.
Todd felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up when he heard the first footfalls on the stairs. Oh, God. Please don't let it be Him. Please be Marc, please be Marc. He swallowed down the wave of nausea that rose in his throat as the bedroom door opened slowly and He closed it behind him. When he looked into those icy blue eyes, the saliva dried in his mouth and terror flashed through him like quicksilver. He knew that look—he'd been bad—he was going to be punished.