All Cocks Stories Box Set Volume 2

by Smith,T. M.

  “Just leave Sal at home, please. Lord, if I have to listen to your brother piss and moan all day, I can’t promise I won’t drop a couch on his head,” Chris told Tristan, receiving a loud laugh in response.

  “Not to worry, he detests manual labor so it will be easy to leave his ass home.” Tristan responded.

  “All right guys, we have to hang up now and get to the grocery before the rain hits,” Gabe told them. “I’ll see you at the office on Wednesday for your shoot, right Willie?”

  William smiled; no one but Gabe called him Willie, besides his mother. Mostly because the shorter version of his name sounded more like a nickname for a five-year-old, but William could never bring himself to correct Gabe. “Yep, maybe we can get some food and drinks afterward?”

  Gabe, Tristan and Micah all responded with yeah, sounds good, and sure thing. Three distinctly different ranges of laughter could be heard through the phone before Gabe hung up.

  “Well, on that note, I think I’m going to head back into the city. You need a lift, William?” Dusty asked. The two were still sharing an apartment in the city.

  “Nah, I think I’ll stay out here, maybe help the boss men start packing up for the move. It will probably be easier if I’m here for the shoot Wednesday as well; we can get an earlier start. Besides, that will give you a couple of days alone with your man.” William said, waggling his eyebrows.

  Dusty blushed then looked away, trying to hide the soft smile on his face. “Speaking of, when are we going to see more of Blondie than just the back of his head?” Linc teased. If possible, Dusty turned an even deeper shade of red.

  Chris smacked his boyfriend on the arm. “Leave the poor guy alone. When he’s ready to introduce us, he will.” He winked at Dusty, waving as he turned and followed Victor out of the kitchen.

  ***

  Wednesday morning, William sat at the bar in the kitchen with a cup of coffee waiting for Jacob to arrive for their shoot. They had officially met when Jacob was hired, but had no conversations to speak of in the interim. Hearing the car pull up outside, he stood and walked over to the back door, opening it for Jacob as he sprinted across the back yard trying to avoid as much of the rain as possible.

  Jacob Cooper was fit and tall, very fucking tall, as tall as Beau, which was surprising. His body was a mass of muscles and sharply defined features. Wavy dirty-blonde hair, a bit of scruff covering his squared jawline, and eyes the color of water that sparkled in the midday sun made the guy kind of irresistible. The fresh smell of soap lingered in the air around him and when William moved past him, their chests brushing, he inhaled deeply, saying a silent Thank Christ!, when he smelled mint on Jacob’s breath. Apparently Chris’s talk did not fall on deaf ears.

  He followed William up the stairs to the bedroom on the farthest end of the hall where most of the scenes shot at the house were filmed. The large four-poster bed covered in white bedding with a fluffy down comforter and a dozen or so pillows had been moved directly in front of the two bay doors that were thrown open.

  There were no props or extreme poses inserted into the directions they received from Andrew. “Strip and climb in; no conversation or build-up, just get right down to business,” Andrew instructed them, pointing at the big bed.

  They started with light kisses, touching and caressing, eventually moving on to blowjobs and then more kissing that grew in intensity with each passing minute. Connor knelt between Jae’s spread thighs, tearing open a condom and rolling it down the length of his impressive cock before slathering said cock with lube. He took his time taking Jacob into his body, lowering himself a little more with each thrust of his hips.

  The sex was pretty damn fantastic, leaving William wondering why Micah spoke so negatively about his experience with Jae. There were obvious signs that Jacob wasn’t as experienced as he wanted people to believe. A little more teeth than necessary while giving head, unsteady and uncoordinated thrusts of his hips while fucking. Asking questions in the middle of a shoot, camera rolling and Jacob buried balls deep in William’s ass—probably not the best idea. But William intended to take Jae aside after the shoot and talk to him, try to get a better read on the guy, especially with everything he was seeing and feeling from the man at odds with what Micah had told him.

  Watching some of the playback later in the day up in Andrew’s office, William was very impressed. There was no elaborate setup or design, just the two of them in the middle of the large bed; their tanned bodies a stark contrast with the white that surrounded them. There was no music, just the sounds coming from the storm raging outside and their combined moans and groans, Connor’s pleas for Jae to fuck him harder, faster and deeper. The bed placed between the two open doors allowing the visual of the falling rain and the wind lifting the curtains, the sheer white fabric billowing around the sides of the bed was brilliant, simplistic.

  “This is amazing guys, simple and flawless. That was probably one of the easiest and cheapest shoots I’ve ever done, and I bet it breaks the site when I upload it.” Andrew smiled, clapping them both on the shoulder. “You two good with whatever I put on the site, or do you want final approval?”

  William shook his head, glancing at Jacob. “I’m good.” They both agreed.

  William was trying to decide how to get Jacob alone so they could talk without it coming across as awkward. “Are you staying here, Will? I could give you a ride back into the city if you like.”

  Problem solved. “Yeah, I could use a lift. I’ll even spring for food for your trouble.”

  It took a few minutes for William to stuff everything into his backpack and say goodbye to Victor and Mattie. Fifteen minutes later they were turning onto the highway. The rain had quieted to a soft murmur, the soft whoosh whoosh of the windshield wipers almost lulling William to sleep.

  “If you start snoring, I swear, I’ll drive us into a tree.” Jacob chuckled.

  “I was just resting my eyes.”

  Jacob snorted. “Yeah, right. Listen, we might as well get to know each other—we do have an hour drive.”

  William nodded. “True. So tell me, how do you like life at All Cocks INC. so far?”

  “I think I got off to a rocky start. The first guy I shot a scene with walked away with a limp. Damn, I felt so bad after that, I almost told Victor I couldn’t do it.” This was good. Jacob was opening up with no poking or prodding. “I’m not, well, I haven’t really had a lot of experience with guys. I grew up on a farm in Wyoming and I had to hide my sexuality until I graduated and got the hell out of there.”

  What did William say to that? Something witty? Funny? Compassionate? Thankfully Jacob was in a talkative mood, so all William had to do was nod and grunt every few minutes. It was obvious that the poor guy needed a friend in the worst way, and William was more than willing to be that for him.

  “A little birdie told me that you and Kris Alen had quite a scene after you shot with Micah.” William wanted to know what Jacob’s reaction was to Chris pounding him and Linc threatening to beat his ass.

  “Shit, Micah, that’s right. He’s the soldier with the metal leg, right?” William’s eyes went wide. Oh, but if Tristan or Gabe heard Jacob say that, not even Chris would be able to pull them off the poor guy.

  “Yeah, Micah is the guy with the blade leg. I don’t think referring to him as A-the Soldier, or B-the guy with the metal leg is going to win you any points with his two partners. In fact, I think Gabe might scratch your eyes out if you fuck with Micah.” William laughed, attempting to lighten the mood.

  “Shit, I’m sorry. It’s just…I guess you can think of me as the dumbass hick from Wyoming. I really don’t have a filter and most of the time what craps out of my mouth is stupid or pisses people off. I’m learning as I go, here.” Jacob’s grip on the steering wheel was so tight, his knuckles were white.

  William reached across the cab of the truck, gently patting Jacob on the shoulder. “Hey, I’m sure if you apologize to Micah the next time you see him everything will be fine. He
’s a really great guy; he’s just been through a lot.”

  Jacob cocked his head to the side, keeping one eye on the road, the other on William. After a few seconds, he nodded, eyes moving back to the highway. “To answer your question, yes, the shoot with Chris was very intense. I was so fucking nervous, he’s a big guy and I haven’t bottomed much. I tend to have diarrhea of the mouth when I’m nervous so I went on and on, pushed, trying to get him to bottom. His boyfriend wasn’t happy with me, like, at all.”

  William whistled low, grinning. “Chris may be the bigger one in that pairing, but I would put my money on Linc any day of the week and twice on Sunday. Listen, I’m going to let you in on all the family secrets, and then you’ll know what’s what and who’s who going forward.”

  “Okay, yeah, that would probably help a lot.” Jacob chuckled.

  William turned sideways, stretching the seatbelt out a little to accommodate, so he could look at Jacob while he talked. For the next forty miles, he painted a pretty picture of the All Cocks family tree. The good, the bad, and the ugly…William talked about the incident at Club Berlin that landed Mattie in the hospital, but not about what happened to Mattie when he was sixteen. He shared his memories of the shooting that had affected everyone’s life, but not in great detail. Some things were meant to be kept private, only shared by the person or persons directly affected by the event. Jacob would have to hear those stories from Mattie, Gabe and Kory just like he would have to hear about Micah’s time in Iraq from Micah, if any of them chose to share.

  The parking lot disguised as a highway stretched out before them, a sure sign they were back in the city. Deciding on Chipotle, Jacob followed William’s directions and soon enough they were out of traffic and pulling into a parking spot. They talked more while they ate, about frivolous, mundane topics. William felt he had saturated the poor guy with enough serious talk for one evening.

  When they arrived at the apartment he shared with Dusty, William gave Jacob his cell number and told him to call anytime he needed someone to talk, grab a burger or go for a workout. He half expected David to be stretched out on the couch with Dusty when he walked in, but the apartment was dark and silent. Moving quietly in the dark—having lived there for a year he knew his way around the furniture—he tried not to make any noise between the front door and his bedroom.

  Passing Dusty’s door he noticed a faint light coloring the small space between the door and the floor. Lifting his hand to knock, mouth open to speak, William quickly stepped back and sprinted into his own room when he heard a gasp, followed by a long, low moan. Dusty and David were like rabbits, the two of them clawing at each other anytime they were in the same room for more than five minutes. William couldn’t fathom why Dusty didn’t want to introduce David to the guys, especially to his best friend Kory. For whatever reason, he didn’t, and William had no choice but to respect his roommate’s wishes. He only wished he knew why.

  Chapter 4 | Ghosts of the Past

  The front door swung open and a little blond pixie grinned up at Beau. “Hey, come in, come in!” He couldn’t help but laugh at Gabe—he always had more energy than ten grown men pinned up inside his small frame.

  “Dinner won’t be ready for another hour or so but there’s a cheese and cracker tray in the living room if you’re hungry now; it’ll at least curb your appetite. What can I get you to drink? We have beer, wine, soda and water.” Gabe held the door of the fridge open.

  “Just water for now is fine,” Beau told him, grabbing the offered bottle.

  Gabe pointed down the hall that led to the back of the brownstone. “Tris and Micah are in the living room if you want to join them; I’ll be right behind you.”

  “Actually, I was hoping to talk wit you for a sec.” Beau leaned back against the counter opposite the fridge.

  “Really? Okay, what’s on your mind?” Gabe closed the oven; wiping his hands on the apron he was wearing that read, Kiss the Cook.

  “Well, Tris tell me I should talk to you bout some tings.” Beau twisted the cap off his bottle of water, downing half of it in one long gulp.

  Gabe raised one eyebrow, a mischievous grin forming on his lips. “Would any of these tings involve one six foot two, black haired, brown eyed, statuesque man that goes by the name William?” He said the word things with the same tone and inflection Beau used, pulling another laugh from the big guy.

  “Dat and your guy dat passed.” Beau watched as some of the sunshine drained from Gabe’s eyes. “Sorry, dat none a my business. I’ll just go find Tristan.”

  Gabe stopped him with a small hand on his chest, gently pushing Beau back against the counter. “It’s okay, it’s just still hard sometimes. I guess you of all people can relate.” Beau nodded.

  The adorable little blond man blew out a breath, squaring his shoulders and standing up a little straighter. “I remember standing there with Kory, watching all the insanity going on around us. There were all these flashing lights and sirens and people screaming; I just wanted them all to shut up and move so I could get into the club and find Gio. The cop, I can’t remember his name right now, he’s a friend of Jon’s, Kory’s boyfriend. Anyway, he came to tell Kory that Jon was hurt but alive, then Kory wasn’t holding me up anymore, somehow Victor was there. And…”

  Gabe paused, the still silence stretching over the kitchen, to the point Beau wasn’t certain he would continue. Out of the corner of his eye, Beau saw Tristan and Micah in the hall on the other side of the fridge. For a brief moment Beau was insanely jealous. For those few seconds he saw a world of emotion in the two men’s eyes as they stared at their partner. Love, anguish, trust, hope, pain and understanding. He knew that the only thing stopping Micah from rushing to Gabe’s side was the firm hold Tristan had on his shoulders, holding the wounded soldier stiffly still in front of him.

  Beau’s attention was drawn back to Gabe when he cleared his throat and started talking again. “…when Robert came walking back toward us, for the briefest moment I was so elated, certain that he was coming to tell me my guy was okay, like he had just told Kory. Then I saw the look in his eyes and…something inside me died, just fucking died.” Gabe said the last few words as a whisper, his eyes growing cloudy, misty, a single tear trailing down his cheek. Beau kept his eyes on Gabe but in his peripheral vision he could see Micah struggling to pull free of Tristan’s grip.

  Beau knew exactly what Gabe was feeling in that moment. Going from not remembering the cop’s name one minute, then using it in a sentence the next, Gabe had actually relived the memory of his lover’s death in those brief, silent moments. Memories affected Beau the same way at times, not remembering until he relived the memory.

  “I didn’t think I would ever love anyone again after that; to be honest, I didn’t want to.” Gabe cocked his head, finally looking up at Beau instead of staring off into space. “But then Tristan and Micah came into my life. I guarantee you one thing Beau, missing a part of your soul, mourning that loss is fucking awful. It’s this gut wrenching kind of pain where you can’t breathe. But when I finally figured out there was enough room in my heart for Gio, Tris and Micah—well, that was when I finally started living again.”

  “It still feels like it was yesterday dat I stood der in the rain and said goodbye to him, my Izaiah, Mon Chéri. It’s been fifteen years Gabe, and sometimes, I still can’t breathe.” Beau wasn’t sure why he felt so comfortable talking to Gabe, but he did. He could see why Tristan had been drawn to the little man. He was an old soul, smart, funny and very easy on the eyes.

  Gabe smiled up at him. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing you’ve got Tris and now us, and William, if you take a few minutes to look over that wall you’ve built up around your heart.”

  He moved closer to Beau, reaching up and placing one hand over Beau’s heart, looking up into his eyes. “I don’t know why you seek solace from me; my Gio has only been gone a year, but your Izaiah…why do you continue to live half a life Beau? Is that what he would want, for you to clo
se your heart off from any chance of love again? Whatever your reason, I can only respect it, but…William likes you, I mean really likes you. So, don’t hurt him, okay? He’s a great guy that just wants someone to love and to be loved in return.”

  Gabe’s head snapped up when Tristan snorted. “I’ve been telling him that for two years, babe. He’s a mule-headed Cajun brute; he never listens.” Tristan made his way over to Beau, grabbing him and pulling him in for a one-armed hug. “Thanks for coming, Beau. We’ve really been looking forward to it.” Beau pulled back, mouthing the words thank you to Tristan, very grateful he chose that moment to make his and Micah’s presence known.

  Micah already had Gabe in his arms, rubbing his hands up and down their smallest partner’s body, whispering in his ear. “He’s okay babe, right Gabe?” Tristan tried to sooth Micah, but Beau could hear the undertone of worry in his therapist’s voice.

  Gabe sniffled. “Yeah, I’m okay, guys.”