All Cocks Stories Box Set Volume 1

by T. M. Smith

  “On behalf of the NYPD, we came here today to pay our respects for the son you have lost. You and your family will remain in our thoughts and prayers in the coming weeks, and if there is anything you or your family need, do not hesitate to reach out to me or one of these fine gentlemen with me.” Shay spoke directly to Gio’s mother who hugged the Chief and thanked him for his kindness.

  By the time Kory headed to the hospital to see Jon, he was exhausted both physically and mentally. The room was dimly lit when he arrived. Jon was sleeping soundly with Tristan passed out in the chair next to his bed. Not wanting to wake either of them, Kory quietly made his way over to Jon and kissed his cheek before pulling the cot he had slept on the past couple nights out and climbing under the blanket, not even bothering to kick off his shoes, and passing out as soon as his head hit the pillow.

  Kory didn’t know what time it was or how long he had slept when the sounds of the Brennan boys arguing woke him up. They weren’t nearly as loud and obnoxious as usual, but they were disagreeing as quietly as possible none the less.

  “You should be at home with your family Jon.” Sal barked.

  “I will be. I’ll be at my home with my lover, my partner, who is a huge part of my family. You are all welcome to come visit and nag daily, as I’m sure you will be doing regardless.” Jon barked right back at his brother.

  “Stop it, both of you! It is not good for your brother to get upset, Salvatore!” Sal’s wife joined the parade.

  “He is not your family Jon, our family.” Sal again.

  “And just what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” The tone in Jon’s voice could only be described as incredulous. Kory rolled over and swung his legs to the floor, sitting up, just as Tristan spoke up.

  “Enough, both of you!” The only face Kory could see from where he sat on the cot in the corner was Tristan’s and the man was scowling at his brother. “Besides, I will be there as well so I can help Jon with anything he needs when Kory has to work and while he moves his stuff in.”

  Sal snorted. “Work? You mean off fucking other guys for money is what you mean, right Tris? And… wait, did you just say while he moves his stuff in? He is moving in with you now, Jon?!”

  Jon said something in response in Gaelic while Tristan glared at Sal. Kory finally stood up and was about to grab Sal and jerk him around to face him, perhaps even punch the dumb fuck for getting Jon so upset, when the door to Jon’s room flew open and tiny tornado blew into the room.

  “Are ye shittin me with this?!” Gran bellowed, standing in the doorway hands resting on her hips, her red hair wild and untamed circling her equally red face. “Yer brother is still on the mend from bein shot and ye two dumb fooks are havin a wee pissin contest over where he be stayin? And who he be stayin with?”

  “Gran I…” Sal snapped his mouth shut when his Gran held her hand up and shook her head.

  “That there boy is the best thing to happen to yer brother. He has been by Jon’s side every day, sleepin in here every night, and right now I be thinkin, he is havin more right to be here than ye Salvatore Brennan!” Gran was almost screaming by the time she was done and Kory half expected her head to fly off.

  Kory lost track of anything that was said after that, Gran could have been speaking in tongues for all he knew, the words and language lost on him. Kory slid around Sal and his wife to come up on the side of Jon’s bed, taking Jon’s hand in his and smiling down at him.

  Jon laughed at his crazy family, shaking his head before looking up at Kory. “You sure you still want to move in? I wouldn’t blame you one damn bit if you tucked tail and ran. I’d miss that tight ass of yours, but I wouldn’t blame you.” Jon chuckled, reaching around and smacking Kory on the ass.

  “Only my ass?” Kory joked, leaning down and kissing Jon on the lips. Jon grabbed Kory by the nape of the neck, running his hand through Kory’s hair, enjoying the feel of the unusually long locks as he ran his fingers through them. Kory was intent to keep the kiss chaste until Jon ran his tongue across his bottom lip. Kory opened up to him, moaning when their tongues touched for the first time in over a week.

  Remembering there was a room full of squabbling Brennans, Kory pulled away, staying close enough though their noses almost touched. “You are stuck with me Jonathon Shay Brennan, forever, okay?” Jon nodded. “I love you Jon, you and your psychotic family, we are just going to have to find a way to coexist, ‘cause I’m not going anywhere.” And with that, Kory leaned in for another kiss. For a few blissful seconds, they both forgot about everyone else in the room until someone sniffled.

  Kory looked over and saw that the only person still in the room was Gran, and lo’ and behold she was smiling at them. Kory was frightened.

  “Ya do good by my boy, ye hear.” She shook her short, stubby finger at Kory, then turned and left the room closing the door behind her.

  Kory just stared after her for a minute. “I’m being punked right now, aren’t I?” he asked Jon. Melting back into the stack of pillows behind his head, Jon laughed. Kory helped him get comfortable and filled a cup full of water, holding the straw up to Jon’s lips. “Who would have thought your Gran would take my side over… well, anyone?”

  “I told you Kory, you are stuck with us now, a part of the family.” Jon sounded winded.

  Kory sat next to him on the bed, straightening Jon’s blanket and picking at invisible threads, not making eye contact.

  Jon brought his hand up to Kory’s chin, lifting it with his fingers so he could see into Kory’s eyes. “What is it Kory? I know that look, something is bothering you.”

  “I just, well, does it bother you Jon? The porn?”

  Jon dropped his hand and sighed. “Kory, Babe, I told you from the start that it didn’t.”

  “Yeah, but that was before you told me you loved me and asked me to move in with you.” Kory responded.

  “I think the question you should be asking is, are you okay with the porn, Kory?” Jon watched as Kory started fidgeting again, a blush slowly creeping across his face. Jon groaned. “Goddammit Kory, you are making me hard and I’m too fucking exhausted to do anything about it right now.”

  Kory slowly lifted his head, his eyes full of mischief. He reached for the blanket that covered Jon’s lower body, slowly dragging it down to Jon’s knees, never taking his eyes off Jon. He kicked his shoes off and climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between Jon’s legs, staring up at him. Kory ran his hands up Jon’s legs, the hospital gown lifting as his hands went higher toward Jon’s hips.

  Kory licked his lips at the sight of Jon’s cock standing at attention, fully hard, a few drops of pre-come leaking from Jon’s slit, glistening in the semi-dark room. Jon closed his eyes, sighing and leaning back on the pillows when Kory wrapped his fingers around his cock.

  “Kory, please, suck me,” Jon whispered, his ass lifting up off the bed a couple inches. Kory giggled, leaning forward and licking the moisture from the slit. “Oh fuck yeah!” Jon cried out, thrusting up off the bed again. He reached out and grabbed the bed railings for support, wincing and sucking in a sharp breath when the pain shot through the left side of his body. Kory sat up, concern replacing the lust that previously decorated his features.

  Jon narrowed his eyes at him. “If you stop, I will fucking kill you, Kory.”

  Kory shook his head, grinning, before bending down and taking Jon’s entire length into his mouth with one suck. “OH! Damn!” Jon exclaimed, thrusting his hips up. The two of them quickly set up the perfect rhythm of thrusting and sucking, Jon’s cock growing harder with every flick of Kory’s tongue.

  Kory knew Jon was close before he said so, he could feel Jon’s body tensing up beneath him, his balls tight and heavy beneath his chin. “Oh god, oh fuck, Kory, gonna blow.” Jon managed to push the words out seconds before his dick erupted in Kory’s mouth. He fell back on the bed, sweating and panting, trying to catch his breath as Kory sucked him clean then crawled up his body and kissed him hard. Jon had missed the flavor o
f himself on Kory’s tongue something fierce.

  “Oh my god!” A shrill cry caught them both by surprise and they jerked their heads toward the door where one of the nurses stood staring at them, a deer in the headlights look on her face. She turned and ran from the room. Jon and Kory both fell into a fit of laughter.

  Kory kissed Jon one more time before hopping out of the bed and covering Jon back up just before Tristan came into the room scowling at them. “I think you probably scarred that nurse for life you dumb fucks.”

  Kory laughed, Jon just shrugged and Tristan growled in frustration, which only made Jon laugh as well. “Anyway, the doctor is heading down now to give you another once over and if all goes well, they will release you this afternoon.”

  “You hear that Babe? It’s time to blow this popsicle stand! And once we get home, you can suck my…”

  “Mom! Dad!” Tristan yelled much louder than necessary when their parents came into the room. He narrowed his eyes and tried to glare at Jon and Kory; they just ignored him.

  By the time the doctor made it to Jon’s room, there were wall to wall Brennans taking up every corner and flat surface they could find. Kory stayed right by Jon’s side, moving away just long enough for the doctor to listen to Jon’s lungs and heartbeat, take his blood pressure and check the wounds that were still bandaged.

  “Everything seems to be in order and you are healing nicely, detective Brennan. I want to see you in my office in a week so I can make sure you are improving as you should, and then again two weeks after that.” The doctor patted Jon’s leg, smiling at him and taking the time to stop and answer Sophia and Shay’s questions.

  “Doc, how long before I can go back to work?” Jon asked.

  “Jonathon Brennan! That is the last thing you should be concerning yourself with right now.” His mother admonished him.

  “It’s a valid question, Soph.” Shay tried to calm his wife.

  “I’d say six to eight weeks tops. And no life threatening situations for a while,” the doctor told him before he said his goodbyes and left the room.

  Jon’s family went out in the hall to wait while Kory helped Jon get dressed and ready to head home. “Babe, you okay?” Jon asked. Kory just nodded. “Stop.” Jon grabbed Kory’s hand to get his attention. As soon as Kory looked at him, Jon could see the concern in his eyes. “Kory, I have been a detective for a long time, and this is the first time I have ever really been hurt.”

  “I know Jon. I know it is your job, your life. But… it scares me. The thought of losing you… I just found you, Jon.” Kory whispered, looking down at the floor.

  Jon wrapped his right arm around Kory’s neck and pulled him close with a tighter grip than Kory expected. “You are part of that life now too, Kory and I don’t want to lose you either. We will figure this out, okay?”

  “’Kay.” Kory’s voice was muffled, his face tucked into the curve of Jon’s neck.

  The door slid open and Tristan peeked into the room. “You two about ready?”

  “Yeah, just let me get his shoes on.” Kory responded. Once Jon’s shoes were on, Kory helped him into the wheel chair Tristan had brought into the room.

  Jon held onto Kory’s hand, smiling up at his partner. “Let’s go home, Babe.”

  ~ Chapter 13 | Home ~

  The first few weeks after Jon came home from the hospital flew by in a blur, both men falling into bed every night exhausted and worn out. Between physical therapy three days a week, visits to the doctor, Jon’s family and Kory’s co-workers, they both felt smothered and overwhelmed. Chris and Linc would stop by every couple of days with bags of groceries and wiggle their way inside. One would distract Kory while the other cleaned the kitchen and swapped out laundry. On the surface, Kory acted indignant, telling his friends he was perfectly capable of washing his own plates and underwear. On the inside, he was swelling with pride that he had people in his life that cared enough to wash his dirty plates and underwear.

  The second week the tag team started with William and Dusty alternating visits with Chris and Linc. They would bring takeout and Redbox movies for which Kory was eternally grateful, the movies giving him and Jon something to do besides climb the walls and go stir crazy.

  “How’s Gabe doing?” Kory asked William as they sat at the kitchen island eating burgers from The Spotted Pig one such afternoon.

  “Not good I’m afraid. He sleeps more than half the day away and even when he is awake, he rarely comes out of his room.” William shook his head, picking at the fries on his plate. “I can usually muscle my way into the room a couple times a week, but even then, he doesn’t talk, he just sits and listens to me talk about mundane shit. He has gotten close to Micah; the two of them will just lie in bed and watch TV for hours. I think they connect on some fucked up level of loss and pain.”

  “Damn, maybe he needs to talk to someone. A grief counselor or, I don’t know, just someone.” Kory said. William just nodded in agreement.

  “Oh, I meant to tell you the other day, but I completely forgot. I boxed up the rest of your stuff that was at the apartment. I can borrow Jordan’s truck this weekend and load it all up, haul it over here for you if you like.” William said before stuffing a couple Luke warm fries into his mouth.

  “You… why would you be boxing up my stuff?” Kory was confused.

  “Oh, I didn’t tell you that either, did I?” William chuckled. “I’m moving into the apartment with Dusty. My lease was up and they were going to raise my rent anyway, so when Dusty mentioned needing a new roommate after you moved in here with Jon, I took him up on the offer.”

  “OH!” Kory exclaimed. “Oh good, I was worried about leaving him in a bind. I’m glad you two could figure it out so quickly.” Kory had been concerned that Dusty would be upset not only about him moving out, but then he basically moved out overnight. The day Jon came home from the hospital, Kory got him settled in with Tristan before heading to the apartment and loading his car with as much of his stuff as it would hold. Dusty was ecstatic and even offered to carry a load over himself, but Kory still worried that he was leaving his best friend in a bind, even offering to continue to pay his half of the bills until Dusty found a new roommate. So to hear that William was moving in was definitely good news.

  “Son of a bitch!” Jon yelled, drawing Kory’s attention. He jumped up and sprinted toward the living room, skidding to a halt in the doorway when he saw that Jon was just shouting at the TV. He and Dusty were watching a basketball game, drinking beers and throwing their cold fries at the screen. Kory stood there, silently watching Jon as he whooped and hollered at the TV, smiling and laughing with Dusty. Not for the first time in the past month, Kory thanked God that the man he loved had lived.

  It wasn’t all sunshine and smiles though. Shay had shown up on their door step a week after Jon came home, holding a bottle of Jamison Scotch Whiskey in one hand, and a file in the other. Kory led him into the living room where Jon lay under a blanket on the couch. He sat up and smiled at his dad, the smile slowly fading when he saw what his father was carrying. The file held the name, life history and criminal record of the gunman that had wounded Jon and killed Gio. The scotch was to level off the pain.

  Dale Thompson was an angry man. Kory could tell that just by looking at the photo of him attached to the front of his file - a mugshot from the last time he was arrested just a couple weeks before the shooting at the bar. “Apparently, the little brother had just come out to the family because he met someone and fell in love. They met at The Monster Bar,” Shay told them. “Before he let loose on the bar he beat his little brother so violently, the poor kid is still in a coma.”

  Kory could not listen anymore. He left Jon and his father in the living room, going over the file and what sent Dale Thompson over the edge. After Jon saw his father out, he found Kory in the kitchen on his hands and knees scrubbing the baseboards. Kory looked up when Jon chuckled. “What? I clean when I’m upset,” Kory replied, and went back to scrubbing.

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p; Midway through the third week they reached another breaking point, the stress getting the better of them. They hadn’t exchanged more than kisses, hand jobs and blow jobs since Jon was released from the hospital, Kory still too worried about Jon’s injuries to graduate to full on sex yet. After a screaming match and a few broken dishes, Jon showed Kory how well his arm and ribs had healed when he overpowered him, bent him over the kitchen table then held him down and fucked him until they were both a sweaty, sticky, breathless mess.

  “A ghrá, are we done fighting now?” Jon panted, his body splayed over Kory’s back, both of them still fighting to catch their breath. He finally found the strength to stand, remove the condom and throw it in the trash. When he turned around and saw Kory, still leaning over the table, chest heaving, his hand prints embedded in Kory’s slim hips. It took his breath away again.

  Kory finally stood, pulling his pants up and turning toward Jon. “What?” he asked, noting the way Jon stared at him.

  “Just talking myself out of tearing you out of those jeans, throwing you down and fucking you on the kitchen floor.” Jon winked at him and Kory snorted. “I don’t think I could get it up again just yet anyway. Let’s go to bed.”