Hunted

by Lourdes Skye

  Cobra needed no second invitation.

  Peeling his own shorts off, he climbed in and sat opposite of Jace. “Are you sure this is okay? I mean, I know you were a little uneasy with the whole married thing and all.”

  “Like you said, there’s something between us and I don’t want to live in fear forever. I’m going to contact a lawyer first thing Monday and have the papers drawn up and mailed. I want him out of my life.”

  “Yeah but babe, I don’t think you’re ready to explore this with me, not to the fullest. Not yet.”

  Jace smiled. “Maybe not but we can kiss and touch, right?”

  Cobra laughed, reaching over and pulling Jace towards him. Jace’s legs wrapped around his waist and Cobra nibbled his bottom lip. “Right.”

  The bath proved to be eventful. The entire time, Jace straddled his lap while they soaped each other up, laughed and kissed. As Jace took hold of the bottle of body wash, he poured a generous amount on the rag and began washing Cobra’s chest. Bubbles foamed over his pecs. Jace dropped the rag and took hold of a wet nipple. He gently caressed the bud between two fingers, thus sending Cobra into an immediate state of arousal. Bending Jace backwards, he kissed his way up his chest, nuzzled his neck then caught his chin gently between his teeth. Heat spread from Jace groin throughout his stomach as Cobra’s love-play was exciting him like no other. It wasn’t until bath-time was nearly over, that the games truly began.

  “Damn cutie,” Cobra whispered against his lips. “You are so sexy. I just wanna eat you up.” Snaking his tongue into Jace’s mouth, he took hold of his dick and began stroking the erect member. His cock was so hard, yet the smooth skin was like fine silk. Man, he couldn’t wait to get it into his mouth. He wanted to suck Jace, feel his length against the back of his throat and taste his very essence. Jace threw his head back as he moaned. Cobra took the advantage and licked his way from lips to the rosy buds of his nipples. It felt so good to have a hand on him that wasn’t causing him pain. He embraced it. As Cobra’s cock bounced against his abdomen, Jace’s hand disappeared under the water and wrapped around it. He was definitely a big boy, at least ten inches or so and thick. Both hands worked the dicks with movements that wrung erotic cries out of both men. Jace bucked so hard, as spunk shot forth from his cock, that his head went backwards, completely submerged under water. Cobra roared as his came, painting Jace’s chest. With his free hand he pulled Jace up and kissed him. Both men stared into each other’s eyes, breathing labored.

  “Fuck, that was so hot,” Cobra managed.

  “It was really good.”

  “The water’s getting cold. I suggest we get out if we don’t want to look like prunes.”

  Jace giggled as he climbed out first and grabbed a towel. Cobra dried off then tied the towel around his hips. Playfully slapping Jace on an exposed cheek, he tossed him over his shoulder and carried him to the bed; where he disposed of him.

  Jace laughed as he bounced on the big fluffy bed.

  “I’ll get you something you can sleep in.”

  “Am I sleeping with you?”

  “Do you want to?”

  “Yeah.”

  Cobra walked over to the dresser and retrieved a small pair of shorts. As Jace was sitting on the bed, Cobra handed him the garment but not before he noticed a mark on his scrotum. “What’s this?”

  Jace’s cheeks instantly reddened, and he turned away in shame.

  “Cutie come on, don’t do that. Talk to me.”

  “It’s a gift from Octorian.”

  Cobra looked at the mark again. It was greenish in color and was in a crooked zigzag pattern across his left testicle. Raising his eyes to Jace, he asked his voice warm and coaxing, “What happened?”

  “Octorian dragged me off to a dinner he had with a French man. He wanted to talk him into investing in his failing company. All through dinner the guy was making it apparent that he wanted me as desert. Octorian insisted that I dance with the man and then when we arrived home, he flipped. He accused me of leading the man on and threatened to castrate me. I must’ve blacked out from the beating. But I remember feeling a searing pain in my balls. I woke up to see him with a needle and green thread. He-he was sewing me up. Oh god, the pain. My balls were the size of a grapefruit for an entire week. Some infection did set in but he wouldn’t let me go to a hospital—.”

  Cobra couldn’t bear to hear anymore. He hauled Jace into his arms and held him close. “Besides being an asshole, this Octorian is a sadistic maniac.”

  Jace pulled back some and slipped the shorts on.

  “Are you okay now? Do you have any pain?”

  Jace was touched that he was so caring. “No, I’m good. I don’t know why the greenish color remained even after the infection and cut had healed. I figured maybe it has something in the green dye of the thread and the infection. This was the beating that made me realize I had to leave. If not, he’d surely kill me one day. And I wasn’t sticking around for that.”

  “I don’t like what that bastard did to you but I’m glad it led you my way. I plan to show you loving from a real man. But not tonight. Tonight, we rest.”

  Jace giggled as he climbed under the cover that Cobra held open for him. He snuggled up against Cobra’s bare chest and inhaled, this felt so right, so safe. Within minutes he was asleep.

  A knock at the door had Cobra groaning. He opened his eyes and peered at the clock; 8:36am. Whoever was at the door, had better have Jesus with them at this ungodly hour. Jace was sound asleep. Carefully he ejected himself from the bed and quietly left the room.

  Barney’s smiling face was what he saw upon opening the door. “I love you, you love me—,” Barney began.

  “Not this morning I don’t.”

  “Hey, I came bearing gifts. I’ve got coffee, bagels and donuts.”

  “Get your ass inside.”

  “Where’s the bartender?”

  “Sleep. Come on out on the balcony. I’ll catch you up.” Cobra grabbed a jacket from the front closet, put it on and joined Barney out on the deck.

  “Damn, man, Mama Maria on 5th makes the best hazelnut coffee this side of the globe,” Barney praised as he took a healthy swallow.

  “So,” Barney sobered. “I heard something in your voice last night, partner. What gives?”

  Cobra went on to tell him all about Jace, of course leaving out the most-private parts.

  “Son of a bitch!” Barney hissed at the completion of the story. “You like this guy, I can see that. So if you’re in, I’m in. What are we going to do to keep him safe?”

  “First, I have to get an order of protection for him. I need that, yesterday.”

  Barney snapped his finger, “Judge Tabitha Tate. She’ll issue you an order today.”

  Cobra smirked at him, “Why, because you banged her?”

  “Well—. No seriously, she’s good people.” From the glass door, they saw Jace entered the living room. “What’s his real name and the husband’s, I’ll call Tab now.”

  “It’s Jace Vanderhuff and Octorian Vanderhuff. Oh and-thanks.”

  “Anytime. Go take care of your boy.”

  “Hey cutie, you hungry? I didn’t think you’d get up this early.” Cobra brushed a light kiss across his lips.

  “I heard voices.”

  “Yeah, just me and Barn. Come on, I’ll heat up your coffee and bagel.”

  Jace took one sip and his eyes lit up.

  “Good, isn’t it?”

  “Yeah.”

  Barney took that moment to step through the glass doors. “Tab said come by and pick it up this afternoon. I say…and I deliver,” Barney said very theatrically.

  Jace laughed.

  Cobra slipped his arm around Jace’s waist and pulled him close. “Jace, this is my quintessential partner, Barney Goldman. Barney, this is Jace Vanderhuff.”

  Jace looked from Barney to Cobra, his eyes twinkled as he made the connection of the names.

  “Oh no, he has the look. Don’t tell me that he’s g
oing to start making silly snake and dinosaur jokes.”

  “I wasn’t going to but now that you’ve put it in my head-.”

  Barney laughed, “I like this guy.”

  They ate, talked and made plans for Jace’s transportation to and from work. They decided that when they could, Cobra and Barney would tail him. When they could not, they’d call in a squad car to escort him back to the condo.

  Barney was also very helpful in the lawyer department. Seems he knew a Kevin Kosugi who was a high powered family lawyer.

  “And how do you know this Kevin Kosugi?” Cobra teased.

  “I dated his daughter.”

  “Oh my god man, is there anyone in NYC you haven’t slept with?”

  Barney simply smiled.

  “So what are you two getting into today?”

  “Well, I have to go to my place and get some of my stuff,” Jace said.

  “If Jace feels like it, we may do a dinner cruise on the Hudson River.”

  “Really, that sounds like fun.”

  Barney saw the come-hither looks passing between them. “O-kay on that note, I’ll leave you two, to it. See you at the station Monday Cobra and Jace, I’ll see you around 4.”

  “Come here you, I thought he’d never leave,” Cobra pulled him into his arms and kissed him deeply.

  10

  By late afternoon, the fax beeped in Octorian’s home office. He snatched the paper from the device and read it quickly. With each word he read, he grind his teeth harder.

  How dare he!

  An order of protection!

  It was issued and signed by Judge Tabitha Tate of New York Supreme Court. The little yellow haired fucker was determined to make him look bad.

  Well, he done fucked up now. He should’ve kept his mouth shut, should’ve kept this just between them. Now he had to end this before his personal business be splashed on the front page of every newspaper across the United States.

  Picking up the phone he dialed Rock’s number and instructed him to be by the phone. That sometime Monday, he’ll call him and tell him to make his way over to New York. His next call was to his private pilot. He gave him pretty much the same instructions. He’d let Rock end him but not before he had his fun. He wanted to look in his eyes as he screamed and cried for his life. The little bitch, crying was something he did very well. Well he wanted to see buckets of it before he let Rock have his way with him.

  Taking a lighter out of the top drawer, Octorian held the letter up in one hand, while igniting a corner of the paper. This is exactly what he thought of this stupid order of protection. He was Octorian Vanderhuff and Jace was his property. He would not be kept from him. Twirling around in his expensive leather chair, he chuckled at his own craftiness as he watched the paper burn to ashes.

  Spike called a house meeting. Tyrone was in attendance. “Gentlemen, we have a new buyer with very particular taste. His name is Len Maconochie. He requests a male, white, preferringly 10-12 years of age. He says he wants the kid to resemble a young Harry Potter.”

  Micah chuckled.

  Spike snapped his head towards him. “Something funny?”

  “Harry Potter, really?”

  “Hey, he’s paying us an insane amount of money to deliver. I couldn’t care if he wanted the kid to resemble a smurf, he’ll get what he’s asking for.”

  “So, you want us to scan the local playgrounds or put out an ad in the New York Times. I can read it now. Help Wanted: Young White Male, must have virgin ass and look like Harry Potter.”

  The others around the table broke out in a fit of laughter.

  Even Spike had to smirk about that.

  “Come guys, I need you to have your eyes on the streets. New York must be crawling with young white boys with glasses. Find me one that looks close to Harry Potter. Shit, for 5 million euros, I’m almost tempted to fuck Mr. Maconochie.”

  Now the guys totally cracked up.

  “We got five days gentlemen to find this kid and deliver. Five days or the offer is off the table. So get to it boys, go get me this kid.”

  He waited till most of the guys left. When there was but Tyrone and Axl remaining, he spoke again. “Have either of you had any luck finding Weasel’s little ass?”

  “Just like a real weasel, the bitch is hiding real good,” Tyrone replied.

  “I’ve put the word out. If he shows his face in any of the five boroughs, he’s through. Finished,” Axl vowed.

  “No, I want to speak with him first. There had to be a reason he hauled ass out of that bar like that. I want to know what it was.”

  “Then you shall,” Axl promised.

  “Speaking of Weasel, I need a few good men. With our little operation growing so fast, I need more security guys.”

  “I’ll check with some of the guys at my gym,” Axl said.

  “What about dude from the other night, Tyrone spoke up; he seemed trustworthy-ish.”

  “I’ll see if he calls me this week. If so, I’ll offer him a sweet deal. If not, then I’ll stop by the Bullet and see if I can persuade him.”

  “Hopefully this dude you two speak of, doesn’t have a weak stomach. If he’s not the right kind of guy, he may think us the monsters due to the nature of our business.”

  “Nah, he’s no choir boy. He says he deals in Push. Hustling is hustling. Whether you deal in narcotics or flesh, it’s still hustling nonetheless.”

  Tyrone changed the subject. “What do you think of this Maconochie guy?”

  Smiling, Spike replied, “I think he’s a rich bastard with a fetish for young boy ass.”

  “Sick, is what I say,” Axl’s mouth twisted as if he tasted something sour.

  “Yeah, but the sick ones pay an awful lot of cash Axl. Remember that next time you look at your paycheck. If these bastards weren’t sick, we wouldn’t be able to enjoy our posh living. And I for one am very fond of my Aston Martin Rapide.”

  Now it was Tyrone’s time to laugh. “Y’all cats crazy. I’m going to head out for a little dinner. Then I think I’ll entertain myself with a fine piece of Puerto Rican pussy.”

  “Fine. Keep your phone on.”

  Tyrone waved as he left the room.

  Weasel sat watching the streets from a fifth floor window of a building in Queens. He knew that they were looking for him. Hell, not only did he have Spike on his ass but the fucking cops as well. He knew that running out of that bar the way he had, would have consequences. But he had no choice. He had to take them. Weasel was many things but a child abductor and molester, he wasn’t. Going to see Spike had backfired in a way he had never imagined. Dude didn’t care for him, so he never, not in a million years; thought he’d give him a job. The fucking cops were so slow. He thought, by giving up Spike, they’d make an arrest and the streets could be clear of him. Instead, he got swept up in Spike’s naughty world. That big cop, the one who choked him, looked like he was just looking for a place to shoot him. That fucker was strong. He certainly didn’t want to tangle with him again.

  Biting into his bologna sandwich, he moved the curtain aside, turning his attention back to the streets. They were out there searching for him, he just knew it.

  Though the dinner cruise was of casual wear, Cobra thought Jace looked mouthwatering in his beige Diesel fitting cargo pants and True Religion T-shirt. Tonight he wore his hair parted across the back with the top half pulled into a ponytail. His eyes shined like diamonds. They parked in the parking lot and made their way to the loading dock. Jace was surprised that no one looked twice at the fact that they were men holding hands. In fact, a few people passing them smiled.

  The cruise-liner was made of two levels. The top level was a rooftop deck which one could dine on, if they chose to. The first level held tall ceiling to floor, glass windows and a full bar. The décor was intimate. The kitchen was housed on the lower level.

  They chose to dine on the deck.

  “You okay? You cold?”

  “No, I’m good. This is really nice.”

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nbsp; Cobra smiled, “I’m glad you like it.”

  “So,” Jace leaned over the table. “You know about my horrid past. Tell me about you.”

  “What do you want to know?”

  “How did you grow up, do you have any siblings and were you always gay?”

  Cobra chuckled before beginning. “I grew up in Yonkers. It’s not too far from here. I grew up in a suburban type of area. First there was me and then ten years later, my sister Ashley came along. She hero worshipped me. I was her big bro who could do no wrong.” His voice caught and Jace instantly felt his sorrow. Reaching across the table he placed his hand on-top of his.

  “You don’t have to say anymore—.”

  “No, it’s alright. You’ll see pictures of her back at the house. And if you’re going to be in my life, you’ll need to know.” He turned those sexy whiskey eyes up at Jace. “My sister is dead. She was kidnapped, trafficked and killed.”

  “Oh my god. I’m so sorry.” Jace squeezed his hand, when in reality all he wanted to do was pull him into his arms.

  “Thanks cutie.”

  “Is that why you became a cop?”

  “Yeah. I want to make a difference, to get the monsters off the streets that do this to kids.”

  “You are so honorable.”

  Cobra smirked, “I’m just a man.” He silently added, and hopefully soon, your man.

  “So what about the gay part?”

  “Ah-that. Well, I’ve always been into guys but I tried to hide it during school. I dated a few chicks. Even had sex with two but it never gave me the same gratification. It was basically to throw anyone off of the fact that I liked guys. I was with my first guy in college and have been out ever since. What about you, you always been with guys?”

  “Well, I’ve always been gay. Octorian was my first guy. Before that, I was in the modeling world but there was just too much going on. If you slept with the wrong guy, it’ll be front page news. And there was just so many players. I think I was blind when it came to Octorian. I craved a family so bad, I didn’t see the signs that something wasn’t right with him.”

  “Babe, don’t beat yourself up about it. Hey, I respect the hell out of you. Unlike most, you swallowed that fear and did what you had to, to get away. From what I can tell, you basically gave up everything. There’s a lot of people who stay for monetary reasons. You can’t take it with you to the grave, I always say. So yeah, you got a fan over here.”