As Danny got closer, Bain waited for him to realize…to recognize…but he was abandoned into his performance, hands sliding down over his body, lifting the skirt as he bent forward, running hands down over his legs. The slide of his hips…then a sly turn of the head.
Santa baby, a ’54 convertible too, Light blue. I’ll wait up…
Danny’s body slithered, rolling up, then dropping into a crouch and spreading his knees wide right in front of Bain. His eyes closed all coy and sexy, then opened looking directly at Bain. He didn’t know what he’d expected when Danny saw him, but the intensity, the powerful, raw sex that oozed off of him was intoxicating.
…hurry down the chimney tonight…
Danny slid his hand down over his cock on “chimney” tugging once on the g-string in a tease that made the college boys squeal again. Bain licked his lips, his eyes gliding up to from Danny’s groin to his face…his face…He was wearing eyeliner and mascara…dark accents against his tan and lipstick…sinfully red lips that were blowing kisses his way.. Bain swallowed and adjusted himself.
Danny spun around and bounced up to standing, then stepped down off the stage, sitting primly on the stairs and crossing his legs. He’d have been down right feminine if not for the hot and decidedly male sex that he exuded as he rolled his shoulders.
Think of all the fun I’ve missed, think of all the fellas that I haven’t kissed
He mouthed the words directly to Bain, licking his lips as he uncrossed his legs again, showing thigh up to the string of his g-string as he spread his legs obscenely and pushed upward to move his hips in a slow roll with the music.
Next year I could be just as good, if you’ll check off my Cheesy list…
Danny turned and bent forward, his ass swaying in front of Bain, hovering over his knees and when he came back up he had the Santa hat in hand.
Santa baby, I wanna yacht, and really that’s not a lot…
Danny rubbed the hat under the skirt, sliding it through his thighs before pulling it up and out.
Been an angel all year, Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Bain’s eyes met Danny’s as a small smile turned the corners of his mouth and then Danny knocked the fedora off Bain’s head and replaced it with the Santa hat. Danny’s hands pushed Bain’s legs together, his smile widening as he saw the effect he’d already had…then Danny was straddling him, grinding down toward his legs without actually touching them. His face was inches away from Bain’s as he sang.
Santa honey, one little thing I really need, the deed to a platinum mine…
Bain was fairly certain that groan he heard had come from him as Danny’s body hovered over his and moved with a grace that Bain only ever got to see in a fight. He wanted to grab him and pull him down into his lap, to thrust his erection up against Danny’s thigh. He gripped the chair instead, holding on as Danny stood up again and wiggled backwards.
Danny’s hand dragged down over the lapel of Bain’s coat as he danced around behind Bain…and he was leaning over to sing in Bain’s ear.
Bainy cutie, and fill my stocking with a duplex and checks…sign your X on the line, Bainy cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight.
He could fucking hear the pout in Danny’s voice as he sang into Bain’s ear and wiggled behind him, giving everyone a good view of his ass, Bain was sure. He adjusted himself again. Holy fuck he was hard. Danny’s hands scraped up Bain’s chest, then he kicked a leg up over Bain’s shoulder and it was all Bain could do not to reach up and cup his hand to his cock and balls.
Come and trim my Christmas tree, with some decorations bought at Tiffany’s.
Danny’s body slithered around Bain, and he was dizzy with want and the smell of Danny and the way everyone in the place was staring at them, but he didn’t care.
“I’m gonna make you come, Bain.” Danny growled in his ear as he moved back over Bain’s legs, his hands moving over Bain’s thighs as Bain fought coming just from the tone in his voice.
Bainy baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring, I don’t mean on the phone...
God! Danny’s cock scraped over Bain’s, hard and hot and heavy, hidden by only the tiny fabric of the g-string, and the sensation was barely dulled by the layers of fabric. “Danny.”
Bainy baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight…
Danny thrust forward, that barely there contact and the look on his face and the heat and Bain tossed his head back, unable to control the way his cock twitched and flooded come into his boxers, even when he saw the cocky look on Danny’s face that said he knew.
Danny ran a hand down over Bain’s face, his middle finger dipping into Bain’s mouth. He fucked it in and out as the last strains of the song faded, then Danny put the fedora onto his head and turned his back to Bain, ignoring the rest of the room and strutting…fucking strutting off stage.
It took Bain a few minutes to pull himself together enough to move, and the next dancer was in full swing as he reached a shaky hand for his Appletini…grateful that the club was dark and his suit was black and the car was only a few blocks away.
He wasn’t a block away though when a hand closed on his wrist and he was being dragged into an alley between two all girl revues, pulled and pushed into the dirty wall, his head held between two hands as lips captured his and he tasted sweat and lipstick.
“Fuck Bain…just…fuck.” Danny was pulling at him, cupping the wet spot on the front of his pants. “Fuck,” he said again. “Want you now…want you…”
Bain was shaking as Danny pushed him down to his knees and he fumbled with trying to get his jeans open. Danny hissed as the cold winter air kissed the hot flesh of his cock…and Bain rushed to open his mouth to warm him again. “Fuck…”
Danny’s hand was in his hair, knocking the Santa hat off his head. “Never like that…got so hard for you baby…”
Bain could feel his cock stirring at the dirty of it all, of kneeling in an alley between strip clubs, of the grimy wall at his back, the naked need in his boyfriend’s husky voice, of all that and his boyfriend’s cock fucking his mouth hard and fast.
“Fuck, Bain baby…that’s it…God…”
He wasn’t really driving, but he swallowed and worked his tongue and Danny’s hand smacked the wall behind him and his rhythm stuttered, then he was coming, hot and salty into Bain’s throat.
He swallowed and licked until Danny had to pull his over stimulated cock out and tuck it gently back into his jeans…then he was hauling Bain up and pushed him against the wall, kissing him almost violently.
“Damn.” Danny finally said as he pulled back. “Holy fuck, Bain. How did…why did..?”
Bain smiled a sheepish sort of smile. “I’ve known…for a while..how you feel about...” Bain waved his hand between them, “And I’ve been struggling with it a bit.”
Danny frowned. “You have?”
Bain chuckled. “Yeah.”
“Why…I mean what have you been struggling with?”
“I just didn’t want…you to think that…you’re some kind of commodity to me,” Bain said looking down at the ground. Danny bent his knees so he could meet Bain’s eyes.
“I don’t think that.”
Bain raised a skeptical eyebrow, “Really I don’t. Okay so I was insecure about the whole…you being rich and me being no one, but Bain, no one whose known you loner than a week could doubt that you’re a genuine, lovely human being.” Danny said, “I just wish you’d brought this up sooner.”
“I wanted to but I wanted it to be special.”
“So you pick the night I wear a skirt and make-up. Great.”
Bain leaned in and kissed him. “Hottest fucking thing I ever saw.”
Danny turned and pointed to the street, then stopped. “Dude, you paid $500 for that.”
“Worth every penny.”
“I made $500 tonight. It was supposed to be for your present.”
Bain chuckled, putting an arm around him and pulling him close. “It was, Da
nny…best damn present you ever gave me.” He leaned down a bit, so he could whisper in Danny’s ear. “Now…let’s get back to the house, so I can give you yours.”
Chapter 5
Dean was in his office, looking over the projections for the next quarter when the secretary rang to say his lawyer had arrived to see him. He immediately put everything aside and urged her to let him in.
“Crowley, good to see you,” he said.
“Dean,” he replied nodding in greeting. “I have some news.”
“Hit me.”
Crowley opened his mouth and then looked at him in surprise before continuing. “I spoke with the stylist, she seemed eager to get her money and agreed to sign the NDA with no issues. The thing is, it didn’t sit right with me. I’ve dealt with a lot of cons in my line of profession and something about the whole deal stank. So I er…I told her the check would be good in three days and asked my investigators to look into her.”
Dean sighed, “Look, Crowley, I just want this thing taken care of.”
“Exactly. And these people, they always rely on that. They rely on the fact that you want this buried as fast as possible to scam you.”
Dean refrained from rolling his eyes; if Crowley had his way they’d never pay anyone for anything, ever. “Crowley, the tiara disappeared.”
“Yes it did. Which in itself is very suspicious. Where could it have gone?” Crowley argued.
Dean shrugged, “That’s the 4000 dollar question isn’t it?”
“Do you even have independent confirmation about the value of the tiara or are you simply taking this woman’s word for it?”
“Can’t we just pay the money this once, and move on?” Dean asked tiredly.
“Three days. Just give me three days,” Crowley begged.
Dean sighed again, “Fine. Three days. But then after, we pay the bitch. Agreed?”
“Agreed,” Crowley replied with a satisfied smile.
*****
Meaghan went to work the next day grateful to be on nine to five this week because she could not deal with the hassle of working night shifts while trying to sort out her social life. Dean had called to update her on his lawyer’s suspicions and after she’d recovered from hyperventilating on letting Dean foot the bill advanced she found that she kind of agreed with Crowley that it could be a scam. Because seriously how does a tiara just disappear without a trace?
She’d gone over it and over it; the piece of jewelry was securely pinned to her head; Judy herself had ensured it was. She would have heard if it fell while she was walking; I mean yeah it was a red carpet, quite thick but…Meaghan was sure she was grasping at straws so she decided to dismiss her thoughts and wait for Crowley’s feedback. Sooner or later the truth would come out.
Meanwhile she still had to clear some time to speak with her mother about Dean wanting her to move in with him. It was maybe even more urgent now given the way Dean was acting like they were already joined at the hip and her problems were his problems. Speaking of problems there was still the issue of his mom and how she would take all of this. Meaghan had the feeling that the answer to that was ‘not well’. She hadn’t seen hide nor hair of her in recent weeks though and suspected that Dean was deliberately avoiding his mother. That made her sad because she couldn’t imagine having to avoid her mother because of a relationship; however unsuitable.
It made her itchy and uncomfortable to be the cause of so much strife in everyone’s lives. Bain’s, Dean’s, Judy’s, Dean’s mother…Meaghan sighed and turned back to her patient’s lab results. Pancreatic cancer. Great. Her bad news streak continued.
*****
Dean stepped out of his car at the construction site and promptly stepped in a pile of dog poop. He grimaced inwardly but shook it off, walking quickly toward Bain and Conrad. They were to have a site meeting because of some problem Conrad had identified with the workers’ credentials. Some of them were being paid under the table and Conrad wasn’t sure if that would come back to bite them in the ass. He regarded the recreation center they were building as his baby and nothing should mar it in any way. Which was fine, great actually but not why Dean had condescended to attend. He needed to talk to Bain about Judy. He knew the idiot had sent his own lawyer to negotiate with her as if he was Meaghan’s significant other or something. It made Dean burn with rage but he was trying his level best to control that.
Bain was standing with his arms crossed, a scarf the exact same shade of brown as his hair the blowing in the wind. He seemed to be regarding something at the site really intently but Dean couldn’t tell for sure as he was wearing shades. He stood ramrod straight, whatever he was contemplating obviously wasn’t amusing. Dean suspected it had something to do with him.
“Heya,” he said as he came up to him.
Bain whirled around and whipped off his sunglasses, “So you think I’m some sort of con artist now? What being a fag not enough for me?” he snarled, glaring at Dean. Dean’s eyebrows rose; he had no idea what Bain was going on about.
“Meaghan told me,” he said briefly.
Dean still had to think for a while to fathom what he could possibly be talking about. then his brow cleared, “Oh you mean the…”
“Yes, exactly.”
“But I wasn’t talking about you,” Dean protested.
“I’m the one who introduced her to Meaghan. Are you saying I hang out with con artists?”
“Kindly stop making this about you! It's about protecting Meaghan.”
Bain opened his mouth to make it about him again but realized just in time and closed it again.
“Fine, but the next time you go after one of my people I’d appreciate a heads up,” he said instead.
“I didn’t go after your people. My lawyer came to me with the possibility and asked if he could pursue it. I just gave permission. I just wanted to pay the bitch.”
Bain looked away grudgingly shaking his head, “Fine.”
“And the only reason I even came today was to give you a heads up,” Dean continued.
Bain turned to stare at him in surprise, “Seriously?”
“Yes!” Dean insisted.
“But what about Conrad and his meeting.”
“Devil take him. Who cares how people are paying their guys? So long as the job gets done right?”
Bain shrugged, “I’m just here to shout at you.” They stared at each other for a moment then both burst out laughing.
“What’s so funny?” Conrad asked coming up to them.
That made them laugh all the harder.
Conrad shook his head and went to bring the contractor.
“Remind me again why we fight,” Bain said.
Dean pretended to think about it, “Because I’m an asshole?”
“Oh yeah,” Bain replied with a fond smile. “But...”
“But?” Dean prompted.
“But you treat Meaghan like a princess so I guess I can take a second look,” Bain replied with a flip of his fingers.
“I am flattered,” Dean said dryly and was surprised to discover that he truly was.
*****
“Deidre, what is this I hear about Dean’s concubine getting into some sort of a bind at a film premiere?” Poppy Wesson asked her assistant.
Deidre sighed; she had the full story from Dean’s own lips because he had wanted her to have it in case his mother asked. Deidre had been hoping she wouldn’t ask. She liked Meaghan for Dean – she made him more human. But Poppy was determined to break them apart and this was a perfect excuse. Sure enough, Poppy picked up the phone and called Samantha as soon as Deidre had finished explaining what had happened.
“We have a situation,” she said into the phone smiling slyly.
*****
Samantha was at a fashion shoot for an online magazine when Poppy called. She didn’t know if she wanted to hear what her ex-boyfriend’s mother had to say to her. All things considered, she felt like Dean had embarrassed her enough. She didn’t want to give him the opportunity
to do it again. Him and Meaghan seemed pretty solid to her and she didn’t see what could change that…until Poppy told her what had happened.
If there was one thing Dean wasn’t about, it was public humiliation or messiness. Meaghan exposing herself like this just might have been the wake up call he needed to kick her to the curb. As soon as she was off the phone with Poppy, she dialed Smith’s number. If anyone would know anything about anything, it was him.
*****
“Smith daaaahliing,” Samantha drawled into the phone making his balls draw up nearer to his body in fear.
“Yeah?” he asked cautiously.
“Oh don’t be like that. I just wanted to know how you are,” Samantha said.
“Since when?” Smith asked even more warily.
Samantha sighed theatrically, “Fine. You got me. I wanted to find out what Dean is doing about the fact that Meaghan turned out to be a thief.”
“What?” Smith exclaimed, wondering if Samantha had finally lost her mind.
“By the tone of surprise in your voice I assume he hasn’t told you?” she asked, sounding smug that she had known before him.
“Have you lost your mind Sam? Meaghan’s no thief.”
“That’s all you know. She stole a tiara,” Samantha informed him with glee.
“Who the hell told you that?” Smith exclaimed in shock.
“Poppy. She has impeccable sources who keep her informed on the goings on of that woman. Dean knows. He was with her when she did it.”
“Why would she steal a tiara in front of Dean?”
“Who knows? She always was an ill mannered child. Probably never learned how to behave.”
Smith refrained from answering that snarky comment because he didn’t want to get into it with Samantha. He hung up as fast as he could and called Dean.
*****
“Dude! You know that your mother and Samantha are slandering you all over town right?” Smith exclaimed as soon as Dean picked up.
“Saying what?” Dean asked calmly. He had an idea what was coming and his heart was sinking faster than the titanic.
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