Stoneface

by Tymber Dalton

  “There’s nothing for you to do except be there for him,” Gwen assured Ruthie. “Keep him company. Make sure to help him if he needs it. He’s not an invalid. He just has problems with strength in his hands sometimes. He hasn’t had a bad day walking in a while. Help him cook if he needs it. If you don’t, he’s got to go back to Mom and Dad’s, and he’ll go stir crazy there. Not to mention Mom and Dad will go even more batshit over Amy being missing. Please, sweetie, I wouldn’t ask you if I didn’t think you could do it. Bob’s still gone on his trip anyway. That way you won’t be alone either. Please?”

  Ruthie nervously looked around at the safety of her home. It’d been three months since she’d last left her house, and that was when Gwen took her to a doctor’s appointment. “I don’t want to hurt him, Gee.”

  “He’s not a baby you’ve got to worry about dropping on his head. He’s an adult. Sometimes he needs help with stuff in the kitchen. Sometimes he has trouble getting up off the couch by himself. Then all you do is hold his walker and help steady him. No lifting, no bathroom stuff, nothing like that. You two get along just fine.”

  “You need me now? Right now?”

  She nodded. “I have to leave tonight. It’s an emergency. I can take a flight out, but it leaves in three hours. If you can’t do this, I can’t go tonight and Liam has to go back to my parents. We’re trying to do this without them knowing. You know how they are. This is the lesser of the two evils of admitting we think there might be a problem without ratting her out. The sooner I get out there and get answers, the better. Please?”

  “You hate to fly.” But Ruthie was already off the couch and walking to her bedroom. “It terrifies you.”

  “Yes, I know it does. If I drive it’ll take me nearly two days, nonstop, and that’s brutal. If I don’t leave tonight, I might chicken out and not go at all. Please?”

  She nodded. “Okay, okay. Let me get my stuff.”

  “Thank you!” Gwen closed her eyes and said a silent prayer of thanks to the Universe. She did trust Ruthie with Liam. Might not trust her with a baby or small child with all the drugs she took for her condition, or even a large dog or a goldfish, but Liam could hold his own with her.

  Her mother would have a flipping cow if she found out. Gwen would rather face down her fears of flying than the crushing disappointment in Liam’s face at having to take him back less than twenty-four hours after he got there, and she wasn’t above guilt-tripping Ruthie to Liam-sit. Hopefully she could fly out, find her sister, find out what the fuck, and be home before her mother knew she’d left.

  “Hopefully” being the key word in that plan. Cops were useless, because they wouldn’t take a report over the phone when she called. To them, Amy wasn’t “missing,” even though this was totally abnormal behavior for her.

  Ruthie packed quickly then frowned as she surveyed her meds on the kitchen counter. “Jesus, I take a lot of crap.”

  Gwen laughed. “You’re just now realizing that?”

  She shook her head. “Yeah, but packing it up, it really seems like a lot versus holding one bottle at a time. I never thought about it before.” She found a plastic grocery bag and swept the dozen or so bottles into it, clearing the counter. Gwen helped her pack her laptop and mp3 player, and found her cell charger. A few minutes later, after triple-checking the house to make sure the locks were secure and everything turned off in the kitchen, they were on the road back to Gwen’s house.

  Before rushing off to Ruthie’s, Gwen had grabbed handfuls of clothes and her toiletries and a suitcase and dumped them on her sofa. Liam volunteered to pack it for her while she convinced Ruthie to stay with him. By the time they returned, she had ninety minutes to make it to the airport and a taxi pulled into the drive behind her.

  Liam opened the front door. Bless his heart, he’d even packed her laptop for her. “Cell charger?” she asked.

  He nodded. “It’s in there. Hi, Ruthie. Ready to make s’mores and tell ghost stories? Maybe we can TP the neighbors later, or egg their mailboxes.”

  She smiled. “Brat.” Ruthie, two years older than Liam, had been a good friend of his, too, when they were kids.

  Maybe the two of them will be good for each other for a couple of days, Gwen thought.

  In five minutes, Gwen was ready to go. She handed her keys to Liam. “You’ll need these. You or Ruthie, move the car around in the driveway tomorrow. Mom will wonder why it’s in the same place. You know she’ll cruise by.”

  He smiled. “You’re trusting me with your keys?”

  She kissed him on the cheek. “Yeah, I’m desperate. Have fun.”

  On the way to the airport, she studied Amy’s text message again. It made no sense. What the hell had happened to make her want to stay out there without any explanation?

  Liam had printed out the hotel information from Amy’s Gmail account. He’d logged into it with her password, the same one she used for nearly everything, apparently. While it held no clues as to the other person’s identity, it was a reservation for two.

  Gwen bolted out of the cab and raced to the ticket counter. This late in the evening there was no line and she ran for security and the gates ten minutes later, with thirty minutes before her flight boarded. After a quick stop in the bathroom to throw up in terror, she dialed Liam.

  “You all right?” he asked.

  “No.”

  “Did you throw up?”

  “Yes.” Fear-induced nausea was nothing new to her, and usually Liam was the only one who could settle her nerves.

  “I’m sorry, sis. I shouldn’t have made you do this, but I’m really worried.”

  “Done is done. See if you can find anything else in her e-mail we might be able to use to track her.”

  “Oh! Her credit card statements. I’ll look at those, I saw the info in her e-mail. Check your e-mail when you get off the plane, babe. Your rental car info will be in there, too. I got you a midsized.”

  “I wubs you, bro.”

  “Wubs you, too. Don’t drink on the plane, you’ll be wasted when you get to Rapid City. Remember, I can’t come bail you out for drunk driving.”

  She queued to board and sat in her seat with a death grip on the armrests. Fortunately, the plane wasn’t completely filled and she had no seatmate.

  After a horrible, turbulent flight that bounced her around from Ohio to Florida one spring break in college over ten years prior, she’d swore she’d never fly again. Which proved problematic when Liam had to drive down and pick her up when she refused to accompany her friends on the flight home, and her parents wondered why she was in Florida in the first place after Liam accidentally let it slip.

  She made it a point never to fly again.

  But this was her sister, and Liam had asked her to do it. Liam didn’t needlessly worry about things. The fact that he felt concerned worried Gwen.

  I survive this, maybe I’ll go visit Tim in Laguna Beach after all, she thought as the engines revved in preparation for takeoff. As the plane trundled down the runway, Gwen squeezed her eyes closed, fought another bout of fear-induced nausea, and muttered flyflyflyflyfly under her breath until she felt the landing gear lift off the tarmac and eventually fold into the plane’s belly with a soft thump.

  After a sigh of relief, she slowly released her grip on the seats and fought the urge to mug the stewardesses for the entire alcoholic content of their beverage cart.

  It was after midnight when the plane made its final approach into the Rapid City Regional Airport following a brief stopover in Chicago. She found the rental car counter, got instructions to the hotel where Amy made her reservations, and wearily rolled into their parking lot a little after one in the morning local time.

  The desk clerk wasn’t helpful, it was late, and Gwen felt too exhausted and stressed to argue further. She checked into her room and collapsed on the bed. Liam had e-mailed her everything he could find, which wasn’t much, and she needed to view the pdf files on her laptop anyway.

  She sent him a text.


  Made it alive & sober @ hotel. Wubs u.

  Before she could carry her phone to the bedside table, plug it into the charger, and lay it down, it vibrated. He must have been waiting up and holding his phone to reply that fast.

  Wubs u 2 sis. Call me in morn. Sleep tight.

  Gwen crawled into bed and crashed into sleep.

  * * * *

  Tim’s mind wandered as he aimlessly flipped through channels on the TV until Jack took the remote control away from him.

  “What’s wrong with you tonight?” Jack asked, setting the controller safely on the end table out of Tim’s reach. “You’ve been weird all night.”

  Fortunately, Jack’s mom had been having a good day and knew both of them when they dropped by to visit. Tim’s relief over that had been dampened when they returned home and he checked his e-mail. “I haven’t heard back yet from Gwen about my review.” He chewed on his lower lip. “I hope she liked it.”

  “Why wouldn’t she? It was a good review, right?”

  He shrugged. “Yeah. I know it’s stupid, but usually she e-mails me right back. It’s not like her to not respond.” In his gut he couldn’t get over the feeling that something was off. In the nearly three years he’d been corresponding with Gwen, she never failed to return an e-mail, even if it was just a quick note from her phone that she was out and would get back to him.

  He wished he had her phone number so he could call her and check on her.

  “Maybe she’s busy,” Jack said. “Maybe she has a life. Maybe she got struck by lightning and can’t remember she has a rabid admirer.”

  Tim flipped him a bird. “You like her stuff, too.”

  “Yeah, but the woman probably has a family.” He pulled Tim into his arms. “Maybe she’s working. Probably hard work thinking up all that pervy shit she writes.”

  “Asshole. She’s single and not dating anyone.” He nipped Jack’s lower lip. “It’s pretty hot pervy shit, even you have to admit that.” He shifted position, straddling Jack on the couch so he could rub his crotch against Jack’s hard, jean-clad thigh. “Especially the ménages.”

  Jack’s hands settled on his hips. “You would love those.”

  “Oh, come on. You can’t tell me you wouldn’t want to try that at least once.” Not that they’d probably ever do it in real life, but the fantasy hardened Tim like granite. “Tell the truth, Stoneface. You’d love having your dick sunk in a sweet pussy while I fuck your brains out. Or both of us sharing a girl. Or any of several really hot and dirty combinations I could think of. You had girlfriends before. You said so.”

  Jack issued a noncommittal grunt. “You want to do something tonight, or rehash porn books?”

  Tim planted his hands on his hips. “They’re not porn. They have a plot.”

  “Um, yeah, they are porn. Excuse me. Erotica.”

  He grinned. “That’s better. Actually, they’re erotic romance. Hey, we sell a lot of them. Don’t complain too much, they make money. The het women love them.”

  Jack lifted Tim’s shirt off and tossed it to the floor. “Talking doesn’t get you laid, buddy.” He ran his hands over Tim’s chest, tweaking his nipples, one surefire way to get his attention.

  Tim let worry about Gwen swirl out of his mind as Jack slipped his hands around him and pulled him close. He nipped Tim’s nipples, making him rock his hips against his lover’s thigh that much harder. “Oh, fuck yeah!”

  Jack sat up and turned, lowering Tim to the couch. “My baby need something in his mouth to keep him occupied?”

  Tim eagerly nodded. Jack unfastened his jeans and knelt over him. Tim grabbed his ass and pulled him close, sucking his hard cock deep into his throat.

  Oh, yeah. This was what he loved, the way Jack took charge like this.

  His own cock throbbed as he ran his lips up and down Jack’s shaft, swirling his tongue over the ridge and along his slit, tasting his salty pre-cum. He slid one hand between Jack’s thighs and palmed his sac, loving the feel of the warm, soft weight in his palm.

  Just as he’d started to drift into that lovely little headspace he enjoyed, Jack pulled out.

  “No!” Tim protested.

  Jack laughed and grabbed Tim’s hand. “Bed, babe. Now. I want to bury my cock in your ass.”

  “Mmm, okay!” He practically dragged Jack to their bedroom. He immediately shed his clothes and jumped into their queen-size bed, where he flopped onto his back.

  Jack shook his head and laughed. Tim almost thought about asking Jack about the sad look in his eyes. Then he decided he didn’t want to interrupt their fun. Jack had enough reality on his plate. Between Jack’s job and his mom’s condition, Tim didn’t need to be interrogating him about why he suddenly looked a little sad.

  Jack dropped his clothes to the bedroom floor and stalked him like a jungle predator. He crawled onto the bed, hunger in his eyes.

  It only served to harden Tim’s cock even more.

  “I’m going to fuck you real good,” Jack rumbled.

  Tim swallowed. “How you want me, baby?” he hoarsely asked. When Jack got like this, he’d do anything for him, anything he asked. “Want me on my back or on my front?”

  Jack straddled him, grabbed his wrists, and pinned his arms over his head. “Just like this, babe.” He lowered his lips to Tim’s, crushing him in a soul-melting kiss he felt from his hair to his toes. The friction of Jack’s body rubbing against his was nearly enough to make him explode. He could feel pre-cum leaking from his cock.

  Jack shifted position slightly, clutching both of Tim’s wrists in one hand before reaching over to the bedside table. When Jack brought his knees up between Tim’s legs, Tim raised them, knowing exactly how Jack wanted him.

  Tim loved it when Jack took him like this, rough and possessively. Every inch of his body felt alive, and he practically shivered when he heard the familiar snick of the top being popped on the bottle of lube.

  “You ready for me, baby?” Jack asked.

  “Always.” He drew his knees back into his chest, opening himself wider to his lover. Jack drizzled the lube over his taint and into his ass, then worked some inside him with a finger. The coolness of the lube against his flesh only served to accentuate his need.

  Jack slathered lube over his cock before lining the head up with Tim’s rim. “I’m going to fuck you so good, baby.”

  Tim stared into Jack’s face. His brown eyes looked nearly black with passion. “Take me. Do it.” As always, when he felt the tip of Jack’s cock first breach his body, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the stretching sensation. Jack slowly fed his member into Tim’s ass until he was completely buried inside him and his balls rubbed against Tim. Then Tim opened his eyes and looked up at Jack.

  Jack’s eyes dropped closed. “Oh, yeah.” He lowered himself down onto Tim and held his wrists with both hands. Tim wrapped his legs around Jack and held on for the ride. He felt his cock rubbing along Jack’s stomach and knew he would explode long before Jack did.

  He felt cocooned in Jack’s embrace, his lover’s arms holding him a willing captive as Jack started a slow, steady rhythm, withdrawing almost to the tip before thrusting deep within him again.

  Tim felt his lover’s skin grow slick where his own pre-cum leaked between them. The delicious sensation only added to the friction he felt. “Man, I’m going to come.”

  “Not yet,” Jack murmured. “Hold in it, babe.”

  Tim knew he sounded like he was whining and didn’t care. “I can’t hold it. Please, don’t stop!”

  But that’s exactly what Jack did, buried deep inside Tim. His lips came down possessively, his tongue deeply plunging and exploring Tim’s mouth as Tim frantically wiggled and squirmed and tried to coax Jack into moving again. But pinned like that, beneath the larger man’s body, Tim couldn’t do anything but wait for Jack to decide when the fucking could continue.

  “I love the feel of your body,” Jack whispered.

  Like this, Tim knew, he came as close to ever seeing the
true Jack, the man without barriers and walls and emotional pain, as he ever could. “Then fuck me, dammit. I need you!”

  Jack chuckled and finally started moving again, much to Tim’s relief. “Oh, hell yeah,” Tim nearly sobbed, relieved. He felt his balls tighten as his climax built deep inside him.

  “You going to come hard for me, baby?” Jack asked.

  “Yeah, you know it.”

  “Then do it.” He slammed his hips into Tim, building his thrusts into a nearly brutal force and tempo until Tim’s cock exploded. His cum smeared between them as Jack slid back and forth along his body.

  “Yes!”

  Jack rose up on his arms, releasing Tim’s wrists as he pounded into Tim until he cried out with his own release. Then he held still for a moment, head bowed, until he finally caught his breath and pulled out.

  Tim immediately sat up and pushed Jack over onto his back. He grabbed a washcloth from their bathroom and wiped the cum off them, then cleaned Jack’s cock before tossing the cloth back into the bathroom.

  Satisfied, he slid into bed with Jack and snuggled against his side. “That was fantastic.”

  He didn’t miss the pleased smile that flitted across Jack’s face. “You’re just saying that.”

  “Babe, you know you’re the only guy I want.” He planted a kiss on Jack’s lips before settling in again. “Forever and ever. I love you.”

  Jack cuddled him closer. “I love you too, Tim.”

  Tim closed his eyes and felt sleep overtake him.

  * * * *

  Jack stared at Tim’s peaceful, sleeping face and thought about their earlier conversation. Yeah, he’d had girlfriends before. Not many. Only four total, Mel being the last. He didn’t want to talk about Melodie. It hurt badly enough thinking about her.

  He’d never told Tim anything about Mel other than how she…died.

  How she was murdered was more like it, even though it was, technically, an accident.