All Cocks Stories Box Set Volume 1

by T. M. Smith

  They showered first, Kory taking care with Jon’s left side. Most of the bruising was gone, just a faint dark spot here and there. Jon had regained almost all the mobility in his left arm; only a few jagged scars were left behind, a constant memory of that night. Battle wounds Jon called them. “It is a reminder of just how lucky I am. I get to come home to you, hold you and kiss you goodnight. Others weren’t so lucky.” Jon had told him. Kory smiled at the memory, running the soapy sponge down Jon’s back before grabbing the shower nozzle and rinsing him clean.

  Kory lay in bed staring at the ceiling, thinking Jon was fast asleep until he rolled over, bracing himself on his elbow, looking down at Kory. “What you thinking about Babe?”

  Kory turned his head looking up at Jon. He reached up and gently traced Jon’s lips with two fingers before sliding his hand around to the nape of Jon’s neck and pulled his head down. The kiss was sweet and gentle; then Jon pulled back, searching Kory’s eyes.

  “I’ve been thinking about our unfinished conversation at the hospital. When you asked how I felt about doing porn now that we are living together.” Kory spoke softly.

  “Okay. And what did you come up with?” Jon settled beside him, his hands folded on Kory’s chest, his chin propped on them.

  “I’ve been doing it for so long. I never really had an end game. I never put much thought into it, you know. I mean, I was single, and thought I just might be forever.” Kory blew out a shaky breath. “I won’t leave Vic and the guys high and dry, I’ll work a few more scenes until they can make other arrangements. But, I think I’m okay with not doing it anymore.”

  “As long as you are basing this decision on what you want to do, where you want to take your life Kory. Do I want you doing porn long term? Of course not. But regardless of what you decide, I love you and I will continue to support you, Babe.” Jon rolled to his side, leaning on his elbow again, brushing the hair off Kory’s forehead with his other hand.

  “I started working for Victor and Andy just before Mattie came to them. Seven years Jon - that is a long time. I can’t say what I would be thinking if we weren’t together; that is a moot point. If I’m being honest, I was coming to the end of journey when we met anyway. I just kept thinking, where do I go from here, you know?” Kory sighed.

  “Where will you go from here Kory?” Jon asked.

  “I’m not sure really. I used to like to paint, thought I was pretty good at it actually. Maybe I’ll enroll in an art class at NYU next semester. I’m not hurting for money. I saved a good part of what I made over the years at All Cocks.” Kory rolled over on his side so that he and Jon were facing each other.

  “So what you are saying is, I will be trading in my favorite porn star for a starving artist?” Jon said sarcastically, raising one eyebrow for dramatic affect.

  Kory laughed at his lover. “Far from starving, like I said, I saved a lot of the money I earned after that first year. I never went to college before though, a little late, but I think it is an option I need to explore.”

  Jon was relieved that he and Kory had managed to talk about the subject without getting into an argument. But then, they usually were able to remain focused on the important things. Their stupid, petty fights usually resulted from shitty comments, snide remarks, miscommunication or one or both of them being exhausted. Jon had been thinking about how to approach the subject with Kory for a couple of weeks. He meant what he said when he told Kory he loved him and he would support him regardless, but the game changed when they said those three little words and decided to live together… to build a life together.

  It wasn’t long before Jon’s eyes drifted closed and he fell asleep. Kory kissed him on the forehead and whispered, “Night Babe, love you.” Before pulling Jon’s body close and joining him in what was probably the most peaceful sleep either of them had had in over a month.

  ***

  Kory rolled over onto his back and reached for Jon, his hand landing on an empty, cold pillow. He jerked upright in the bed, two seconds from freaking out, until he smelled the scents of coffee and bacon battling for supremacy. Smiling, he jumped out of bed, threw on some sweats and headed toward the kitchen.

  Kory stopped in the door of the kitchen, taking in the site of his partner wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and an apron. Jon was humming something familiar, but Kory couldn’t put his finger on what it was, turning the bacon and flipping a couple of pancakes. His hips swayed from side to side, his ass looking spectacular. It made Kory’s mouth water, and not for pancakes or bacon.

  The phone rang and Jon turned to grab it, smiling at Kory when he noticed him. “Hey Babe, breakfast will be ready soon, but the coffee is ready.” Jon nodded at the pot before answering the phone. Kory made his way over to the coffee maker and poured himself a cup, turning and leaning against the counter, blowing on the hot liquid before taking a sip.

  Jon held the phone out to him, “It’s for you - Mattie.”

  Kory nodded his head, smiling, and grabbed the phone from Jon. “Hey Mattie. Really? Uh huh, yeah. No, well maybe. Yeah, we can do that. Do you need us to bring anything? Okay, see you in a couple hours then.” Kory hung up.

  “What’s up?” Jon asked, turning the eye on the stove off and moving the pan of bacon to the back eye.

  “Gabe is pretty much despondent, he says. They are all worried and asked if we could come out for dinner tonight, and they wanted to know if we could bring Tristan with us. See if maybe he could get through to Gabe.” Kory waited to see what Jon thought about that idea.

  Jon just nodded, seeming to agree. “Yeah, I think that is a good idea, especially if Gabe is refusing to talk to anyone else about Gio. Let me call Tris.”

  Kory grabbed some plates from the cabinet and silverware from the drawer to set the table while Jon called his brother. By the time Jon finished the call, Kory had the bacon and pancakes on their plates, and two glasses of juice poured and was grabbing syrup from the pantry. “Is Tristan going to go with us?” He asked then snapped his fingers. “Butter!” Kory turned and opened the fridge, grabbing some butter before joining Jon at the small table.

  “Yes, he was just leaving the gym, said to give him thirty minutes or so to run home, shower and change, then he will head this way.”

  Kory nodded and dug into his pancakes, the two of them quickly eating then cleaning up before they went to shower and change. By the time Tristan rang the doorbell, Jon and Kory were dressed and ready to walk out the door. Jon drove while Tristan played twenty questions with Kory, getting to know more about Gabe so he wasn’t going into the situation completely blind. He knew that Gabe had lost his lover in the shooting that put Jon in the hospital and he knew Gabe worked at All Cocks with Kory. Other than that, he had no clue what he was walking into.

  “He is just the sweetest guy Tris, you will see when you meet him. Always so bright and happy and full of life, until now that is.” Kory frowned.

  “It is to be expected Kory, losing the man you love, I can only imagine the pain Gabe is in right now. And you say he left the business at Gio’s request, they were buying a condo together. That is a lot of change in a short period of time. This poor guy turned his life upside down for Gio and now he’s gone, he probably doesn’t know if he is coming or going right now. Just shutting down and tuning out the world seems easiest for him.” Tristan was already taking all the information Kory gave him and analyzing it, turning it over in his head, deciding the best way to reach out to Gabe.

  “Mattie says the mood in the house is very somber right now. Between the funeral, Jon getting hurt, Gabe all but comatose and now they have Micah staying out at the house. I think there is just too much sadness going around.” Kory stared out the window, watching the trees fly by as they got closer to the big house.

  “Okay, let me try to get everyone straight in my head before we get there.” Tris said. “Victor is the big guy, foreign, sounds like Dracula.” Kory cracked up at that. Jon and Tris both gave him a blank look.

  “
Oh my god, sorry, that is what Chris calls Victor, Dracula. Anyway, yes that’s Victor.” Kory wiped at his eyes, laughing so hard they were leaking.

  “He is married to the cute one with the glasses and the blonde twink, right?” Tristan had met the throuple at the hospital when they came to visit Jon and see how Kory was holding up.

  Kory snorted out another laugh. “Do not ever, if you want to keep your balls intact, call Mattie a twink to his face. But yes, Andrew is cutie, Mattie is blondie. Gabe is more twinkish in my opinion than Mattie to be honest.”

  “Duly noted, now, who is Micah?” Tristan asked.

  “He is one of the newer models that Victor hired on just before everything went to hell in a hand basket. He was in the military and got hurt in Iraq, lost his leg just below the knee. Great guy, fun to be around, a little fucked in the head after what he went through, but a good guy.”

  “Well hell, you have two depressed guys in the same house, probably feeding off of each other’s negative energy. We will have to do something about both of them then.” Tristan pulled his phone and a stylus out of his pocket and made some notes.

  They stopped at the Farmer’s Market about fifteen miles from the house to grab the stuff for a salad, some garlic bread and a couple bottles of wine. Victor was making his infamous pasta and Kory’s mouth was already watering just thinking about it. It was a favorite for Gabe as well, so Kory knew that was why Victor was making it.

  Jon pulled into the driveway and parked close to the porch that led into the kitchen, grabbing one of the bags from Kory, following him into the house. Tristan had already met the Dimir men at the hospital when they came to visit Jon and Kory, so they all settled around the large table while Andrew poured everyone a glass of wine.

  “Where is Gabe?” Kory asked.

  “He is out by the pool with Micah. First time we have managed to get him outside since the funeral.” Mattie sighed. “William and Dusty were out here most of the week, but neither of them could get him out of his room.”

  Kory grabbed his glass and a spare, telling Tristan to do the same, and headed out back to introduce his boyfriend’s brother to Gabe and Micah. “Hey, there’s my Gorgeous Gabe.” Kory said with a smile, sitting down on the chaise lounge next to Gabe. “Tristan, this here is Gabe, and that one over there is Micah. Guys, this is Jon’s brother Tristan. Play nice.” Kory raised one eyebrow and Gabe actually chuckled. He immediately flinched and covered his mouth, closing his eyes and shaking his head. Kory could tell his friend was close to tears and reached for him, wanting to comfort him, but Tristan beat him to it.

  “Hey, what is that?” Tristan knelt down next to Gabe and reached for his arm, gently pulling it away. Kory tensed, expecting Gabe to flip out, but Gabe just turned to face Tristan, staring at him wide eyed.

  “Wh… what… what is what? Who are you?” Gabe’s voice was raw, he sounded so vulnerable and weak.

  “I’m Tristan Brennan, like Kory said, Jon’s brother. But you can call me Tris.” Tristan let go of Gabe’s arm, but stayed kneeling next to his chair.

  “Yeah, but who are you?” Micah asked from behind Tristan.

  “I am licensed counselor and a therapist. Kory asked if I would come out here and meet you Gabe, see if maybe you would talk to me since you won’t talk to your family. Sometimes it is easier to talk to someone not directly involved with whatever it is that has happened to take you to the dark place you are in.” Tristan moved to sit at the end of the lounge Gabe was on, at his feet.

  “I don’t know.” Gabe whispered, staring down at his hands that were folded in his lap.

  “Maybe you should Gabe. At least try to, I’ll stay here, if you like.” Micah sat on the edge of his lounge, leaning toward Gabe. Kory studied him for a minute and noticed there was something in the way Micah reacted to Gabe, in the way he looked at him and spoke to him. There was obviously an attraction there. Gabe just nodded once, well, it was more of a head jerk.

  “Thank you, Kory.” Tristan took the glass of wine meant for Gabe from Kory and darted his eyes toward the house. Kory took the hint and said he needed to go check on Jon, leaving Tristan out by the pool with Gabe and Micah.

  Tristan waited until he heard the door click shut before he spoke again. “Okay Gabe, now for the hard part.”

  ~ Chapter 14 | Moving On ~

  Tristan sat and watched both men for a few minutes, studying their body language, taking in the different tones of their voices. They were both beautiful in their own way, each unique. Micah had dark blonde hair and a billboard’s worth of ink covering his skin. What impressed Tristan the most about the Army Vet was the fact that he sat there by the pool in his swim trunks with a virtual stranger, and he wasn’t wearing his prosthetic. Tristan almost choked on his wine when, upon closer inspection, he saw that there was a fucking bullseye tattooed over the rough patch of scars at the end of Micah’s stump.

  Gabe was the polar opposite: small and waiflike, with long white blonde hair and an exquisite elfin structure to his face. Tristan had actually seen a video online of Gabe with two of the men he met at the hospital when they came to see Kory. Chris and Lincoln, he thought their names were, and though Gabe looked to be ten pounds lighter with heavy bags under his eyes now, he was still beautiful.

  “Okay, let me just get this out of the way. I’ve seen one of your videos Gabe,” Tristan told him, deciding to be honest and open, hoping it would help Gabe relax and be more forthcoming himself. Gabe flushed and looked down at his lap again, but this time Tristan thought he saw a glimmer of a smile.

  “So, you are gay?” Micah asked.

  Tristan nodded. “Yes, I am. I don’t bring up the video for that reason though. I mention it because I can see you have lost a significant amount of weight Gabe. Tell me, are you tired, moody, lethargic?” Tristan asked him and Gabe nodded.

  “Just as I thought. Well, the first thing you need to do is start eating again and eating more. The body fuels the mind Gabe, and right now you are sorely lacking in both areas. I would like to help you Gabe, if you let me. Will you let me?” Tristan smiled at Gabe, patting his leg.

  Gabe stared at him for a long time, scrutinizing him from what Tristan could tell, before he nodded again. And then, with no amount of prodding what-so-ever, Gabe started talking. “I miss him so much. I miss him every damn day.” Gabe was staring off at the Sound, not looking directly at Tristan.

  “The bar is where we met, me and Gio. God, I think it was love at first sight. He saw past Gorgeous Gabe and saw me, Gabriel Simonsen, not the porn star. I gave it all up for him too, and I was happy to do it, I loved him that much. And now…” Gabe closed his eyes and Tristan saw the tears start to fall.

  Shaking his head, Gabe opened them and looked right at Tristan. “…now I’m all alone and I miss him. I miss him so fucking much.”

  “You see, that’s just it Gabe. You aren’t all alone. You have a family here that loves you and are very concerned about you Gabe. And you have a friend in me, if you like.” Tristan whispered, patting Gabe’s leg gently.

  “Life is a miserable, heartless bitch sometimes.” Micah muttered, pulling Tristan’s attention away from Gabe momentarily.

  “It is indeed,” Tristan agreed reaching out and touching Micah’s hand. When Micah looked up and met Tristan’s gaze, his eyes flared with anger that slowly softened before Micah shared a weak smile with him.

  “Well, I think that is a fantastic start, Gabe. From what Victor and Andrew were telling me when we arrived, you have not said much to them. I am happy you trust me enough to share your feelings with me.” Tristan wanted to try and build a bond of trust and friendship with Gabe first, before going into full blown therapist mode.

  “Kory trusts you, so I will as well, for now.” Gabe responded.

  “And that is all I can ask. So, do you think you would want to schedule a weekly appointment with me Gabe? I have an office in the city, or I can come here, either way. As long as you are dealing with the pain instead of holding
it inside and letting it fester, I can work with whatever works best for you.”

  Gabe blew out a shaky breath before answering. “Okay. I can do that. Can you come out here for now though? And can Micah stay with me when we talk?”

  “Of course.” Tristan quickly agreed, letting his hand rest on Gabe’s shoulder, lingering, trying to convey that he wanted to be there for Gabe, not just try to pick his pain apart and make Gabe face the loss. But to make sure Gabe knew he still had his family and friends, people in his life that would be there for him regardless.

  Gabe finished his wine then excused himself to go change and clean up a little before dinner, leaving Tristan and Micah alone for a few minutes. Micah grabbed his prosthetic that was leaning against the back of his chair, Tristan hadn’t even seen it. He sat and waited while Micah attached it, then stood and held a hand out for him.