by Avril Ashton
Tek sat on the chair to put on the heels then he stood, strutting a few steps for Quinn to admire him. The way he moved was… Quinn groaned, licking his lips as Tek’s flushed cock bobbed, the head already slick.
“I like it,” Quinn said hoarsely. “The way you move in those heels, sugar. The way that ass flexes. Got me so hard.” He grabbed himself, squeezed as Tek watched him, pretty eyes hungry. “I actually bought that lube today. The first time a very long time. Get it then stand in front the chair, back to me. Get those fingers wet for me. Get that hole stretched for me.”
“Fuck.” Tek’s breath shuddered when he fumbled with the lube. “I can’t focus when you talk that dirty shit.”
“I know.” He grinned when Tek growled at him.
He watched, teeth in his lip as Tek got two fingers slick, already panting.
“Bend over. Show me.”
That may have backfired on him, because as he watched Tek slide first one then two fingers into his hole, Quinn melted into a Goddamn puddle.
“Shit.” He unbuckled his jeans and stuck a hand down his pants. Stroking himself. “Jealous,” he whispered as Tek moaned, fingers moving in and out, head tipped forward, body flushed that rosy color of arousal. “So fucking jealous. You’re an inferno in there, and tight.” He thumbed his cockhead. “Fuck yourself harder for me. Open that hole up.”
“Quinn.”
“No talking sugar. I can’t handle it.” He pulled himself free of his boxers and jeans, licked his palm and openly stroked himself. “Go deeper.” His eyes hooded, breath hissing between his teeth. “Knuckles baby, get the last set of knuckles in there.”
Tek shuddered, legs wobbling, his fingers slamming in. Quinn rolled his hips, fucking his hand as he grunted.
“I know how you feel, sugar. I know how hot you are. I know how greedy those muscles are in there. They like big things, like to wrap around them. Squeeze them.”
Tek shuddered. His cries were loud, deep. His hands didn’t stop moving, didn’t stop pumping in and out.
“Stop.”
“No.”
“Yes, and what did I say about the talking?” Quinn ignored the death glare Tek tossed over his shoulder. Truth was, he looked too fucking gorgeous like that, all turned on and angry. “Get that dildo lubed up. Wanna see you ride.”
Tek slid to his knees, sticking the dildo onto the flat surface of the chair before pouring lube over it until it shone. He stroked the way he’d stroked Quinn not too long ago.
Damn jealousy. “Face me.”
Tek turned, eyelids hanging so low, Quinn couldn’t be sure they were open at all. He squatted over the toy and reached down with one hand, holding it as he eased down.
“The first time I touched you, the first time I slid into you, sugar. I knew I’d never get enough.”
Tek’s head jerked up, his lips parted, as the toy teased his entrance.
“Do it,” Quinn whispered. “Slide down on it for me.”
Tek didn’t look away, his gaze burning, burning Quinn as he sank down. His face contorted, his throat worked.
“It hurts, yeah? Fucking scorches.” He dropped his gaze to Tek’s arousal, bright red, dripping. “You love it, and I love that you love it.”
Tek grabbed himself and started stroking.
“That’s all me,” Quinn told him. “That’s all me, sugar. Stretching you. Remember that? Remember when I bottomed out, and you begged me, begged me to move? To fuck you hard?”
Tek whimpered.
“I want your mouth open.” Quinn was panting, working his cock furiously as he kicked off his jeans and boxers and moved in closer to Tek. “I want your eyes on me. I want you high.”
Tek’s eyes rolled back in his head as he took the last inch of the dildo inside.
“Yes. Fuck.” The sight brought Quinn to his tiptoes. “That’s me, sugar. That’s all me, ripping you open. Get your thighs apart, ride it. Show me.”
His words sent Tek lifting up slowly and then sinking down, fucking himself, riding the dildo, and through it all his eyes remained on Quinn. Tek humped his fist, the wet sounds extra loud. Quinn stayed just out of his reach, mimicking his moves, touching Tek with only his gaze and his words.
“I love your ecstasy face. The way you move. The way your muscles clamp around me like they know. They know who this is. They know who you belong to.”
Tek’s head fell back, exposing the bulging veins in his neck as he grabbed onto to the arm of the chair with one hand and bounced on the fake dick.
“Xiao Chen.” Quinn dropped to his knees before him. “Damn, baby. You got me jealous of that toy, sugar. So good.” He shook his head, bit the inside of his cheek. “So good.”
Tek’s mouth opened and closed. His lips moved, but no words came out. Only cries.
Grunts.
Moans.
Whimpers.
Quinn especially loved the whimpers.
“Never letting you go, you know that right? Fuck I look like, letting you go, babe?” He brought his wet fingers to his mouth, sucked off his pre-cum. “Just gonna keep you here, a dick in your ass and that look on your face. That look. I own that.”
“Ugh.” Tek’s eyes were wet, his body soaked with sweat. His pre-cum drenched his fingers and dripped onto the seat of the chair. His body strained, stomach contracting
Quinn slowed his jacking off when the pulse at the base of Tek’s throat sped up. “Keep your eyes on me. I want to see it, sugar. Give it to me.” He crawled close enough to feel the heat pouring off Tek’s body. “Do it. Come.”
Tek did, cum spitting out of his cock as he worked it furiously. Quinn didn’t even flinch when that hot, sticky cream landed on his naked chest.
Burning.
“Oh God. Oh God.” Tek convulsed, crumbling, falling off the dildo and landing on the floor.
Quinn flipped him onto his hands and knees. “Hold yourself open for me.”
Tek pulled his ass cheeks apart, gave Quinn his dark hole, stretched and clenching, and Quinn put his cockhead there, jacking off, knuckles knocking against Tek’s ass as he emptied his balls, cum dripping on and in Tek’s hole.
“Fuck. Fuck. Quinn.” Tek writhed under him, clawing at the carpet, yelling, trying to get away but Quinn held him there, fist in his hair until he finished coming. Until his lungs stopped burning and the fire in his blood cooled.
He slumped over Tek’s back, sweat gluing them together, the two of them twitching. “Tek.” He mouthed Tek’s shoulder. “Got me loving you, sugar.”
Tek made a weak sound, and Quinn grinned as they stretched out on the floor. He kept an arm around Tek, keeping him close as he closed his eyes.
Of course when he opened them hours later, Tek was gone.
Of course.
****
Tek learned from Israel that Elias had gone after Stavros at his home in Portugal, so he turned his phone off and got on a plane. He didn’t want to lie to Quinn if he called. When he got back to the States he’d sit his lover down and tell him everything. But for now, he had business to attend to.
He had to protect Quinn and himself, and that was so much easier said than done. His first instinct had been to sic Dutch onto Annika and her men, but he altered that plan. He had their names so he gave Charlie, Phil, and Dave over to the FBI to do whatever they wanted with them. Maybe even flip them to their side. Annika he saved for Elias.
She deserved whatever his friend had planned after what she’d done.
Elias used one hotel on the rare occasions he traveled to Portugal, so Tek went there. He broke in, wasn’t that hard, and waited in the silent darkness.
The last time he and Elias had been in the same room for more than two minutes had been when Elias had cut him down from where he’d tried to hang himself. Ever since then Tek had made it his mission to stay away. Seeing his friend was never enough, yet somehow too much. All at the same time. He hated himself that right now, even with Quinn’s bites and scratches on his skin, with the discomfort of havin
g Quinn inside him still present, Tek could still somehow feel so nervous to see Elias.
He hated it, the sheer power Elias had on him without even knowing it. Without caring. He hated himself now more than ever, that somehow, in some way, he was betraying Quinn. Hopeless, and doomed to feel shit for someone he knew didn’t feel the same. His head and his heart had never been on the same wavelength when it came to Elias.
The hotel room door creaked open, and Tek tensed. Footsteps scuffed against the floor then the place was flooded with light. He jumped silently to his feet, keeping to the corner of the room, gun in his hand. It wasn’t as if he planned to use it on Elias, but with the enemies his friend had, he still wasn’t sure who’d entered the room…
Until Elias walked past him, agitated fingers pulling on his hair. Tek stepped out behind him, and Elia spun. Their guns clashed together and Elias squinted then cocked his head to the side as he lowered the gun.
“Tek?”
“Elias.” Tek removed his hood, but kept his Glock at Elias’s forehead. “Fancy meeting you here.”
“What are you doing?” Elias held Tek’s gaze, and though it hit him in the chest, Tek refused to look away. “You’re here to kill me.”
Tek didn’t answer, he was too busy drowning. The memories were a baseball bat upside the head, stunning him, mocking him. Why would it never leave him be? When would he be free of them, of him? The man who stood before him with the piercing blue eyes and red hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. He was dressed casually, just a t-shirt under plaid shirt and jeans, but he would always look good to Tek. Always make his pulse kick off. His tattoos and the piercing in his left ear gave him a vibe that didn’t ever need to be cultivated, and when he shifted, the simple gold band on his ring finger caught the light and flashed at Tek. A warning.
A taunt.
“You gonna do it?” Elias asked.
“What?”
“Keep up, Tek.” Elias turned away, giving Tek his back, then he sat down on the thin hotel bed facing him. “You’re here to kill me, so will you?”
A part of Tek actually liked that Elias could know him for so long, love him, and still ask that question. He smiled and approached his friend, stepping between Elias’s parted thighs and cupping the back of his head.
“You think I should do it?” he asked quietly. “Pull the trigger? I should do this—” He brought the gun back to Elias’s forehead, pressed it against him. “Pull the trigger. Take you away from the husband you’re thisclose to losing anyway, and the daughter you’ve made the center of your world? I should kill you?”
Elias stared up at him, body relaxed. Trusting Tek. Always trusting Tek when he knew better. “Do what you want.”
“I always do.” He curled his lips. “Except when I don’t.” The gun in his hand twitched against Elias’s forehead, giving away his weakness, showing just how close he was to falling apart. Until Quinn, he’d only ever allowed Elias to see him splinter.
“You’re in too fucking deep.” The anger in Elias’s voice turned his words rough.
“Some would say not deep enough.” Tek licked his lips. “My choices aren’t up for debate.”
“Okay. Why did you agree to come after me?”
Tek laughed, but nothing about this shit was humorous. “Nice of you to assume that I had a choice.” Wasn’t that some funny shit? Didn’t Elias know this was the very last place Tek wanted to be? Near him, close enough for the memories to grasp him, sink in and never, ever fucking let go?
“You always have a choice, Tek.”
“No.” His voice rose fast, but Tek quieted it just as quickly. “I do not have a choice, you know that full fucking well.”
“Then do it.” Elias leaned forward, into the gun. “You want to keep your secrets, right? Want to protect your shit, buy you some more time?” Elias shrugged. “Do it.”
Tek stared at him. All he saw were those nights inside Rikers, the two of them crammed together on a thin cot, giving each other warmth and so much more. He’d been a piece of meat, they’d been always looking over their shoulders, but he’d been himself.
He’d been happy.
“I’m still there.”
Elias nodded. “I know.”
“No.” The gun shook so badly in Tek’s hold. “No, you don’t know. You’ll never fucking know.” His words choked off, anguish silencing him for a brief respite. “Inside that prison was the last place I expected to be accepted or protected, and you and Israel—when he finally came around—you gave me that gift.”
“Tek.”
“I knew even before you forced me to my knees to suck your cock that you would never be mine, you’d never be with someone like me, but I hoped anyway.” Because who could love someone like him, someone who even his own parents threw away? Tossed aside? Who could love that? Who could accept that? He barked a laugh. “I had hope back then, how stupid was I?”
Elias grabbed the gun by the barrel and yanked on Tek’s wrist with the other, jerking him forward. Tek dropped, both knees on the hotel room floor. Not unlike those times inside that prison. The first time had been a surprise, an attack that forced the closeness they’d faked until that point. But every occasion following? He’d wanted it. He’d dropped to his knees too fucking eagerly.
“Tek.” Elias grabbed him by the back of the neck, jerked his head up, and pressed their foreheads together.
Tek shook. He’d come here simply to tell Elias why he couldn’t kill Stavros, but somehow he was on his knees again. Aching again.
Elias wrapped both arms around his shoulders then changed his mind and got down on the floor with Tek, pressed up against him. “Fuck, Tek. I’m so sorry. So fucking sorry, man.”
His friend held him so tight. Apologizing for something neither of them could have anticipated, controlled. How could they have known that Elias protecting him would bring them here, to Tek unable to relinquish that hold he’d had on Elias, that claim, inside Rikers?
“Let me help,” Elias begged. Not the first time he’d uttered those words to Tek. “Let me help you.” But how could he, when he was the fucking problem? “Don’t hide from me,” he whispered into Tek’s ear.
Tek stiffened and pushed away. Elias didn’t release him, and Tek didn’t struggle hard or long. With every word, every touch, he betrayed Quinn. And that added another boulder to his chest, another anchor to his shoulders, sending him deeper under water.
Elias cupped his cheek, stared at him with sad blue eyes. “You’re going under and you’re gonna fucking drown if you don’t ask for help.” The tone was harsh, but Tek still heard the fear in the words. Still made out the distress. No doubt Elias was remembering the last time Tek had succumbed to the pressure, when Elias had to save him from that noose.
Peering up at him, Tek didn’t know if he wanted to be saved this time. “I have all the help I need.” He pulled his defiant and cocky façade back in place, hiding once again.
“Tek.” Elias pressed their foreheads together. “It’s not gonna last,” he whispered. He shook Tek, a hard shake. “It never fucking does.”
“Then I get more.” He let his lips curve, settling back into the confidence he’d manufactured. “There’s always more, isn’t there?”
“I love you.”
Tek’s heart slammed against his ribcage. Such a painful thing, hearing those words from Elias’s lips, because he knew they didn’t mean what he’d long yearned for them to mean. And because Quinn’s face was flashing in front of his eyes, his words were echoing in Tek’s ear.
Got me loving you, sugar.
He lifted a hand, hovered it in front of Elias’s face before touching him, his mouth, tracing his lips. “Sometimes—” He swallowed. “Sometimes I hear you saying that, and I say it back. Then I wake up.” He inhaled sharply then let the words drop. “You’re precious to me.”
Elias’s eyes flashed, and his nostrils flared. It wasn’t pity in the depths of his eyes, although, who wouldn’t pity Tek right now, huh? No. It was
knowledge that stared back at Tek. Elias’s knowledge and acceptance of what Tek felt. His sorrow, too, as he said, “Tek. I’m sorry.” He’d always be apologizing, Which was completely unfair to the man.
“You’re precious, Elias, in ways you’ll never, ever know.” And Tek had to let him go. To be happy, to be sane and functional. To have Quinn, whose arms he was so fucking desperately craving right now, he had to let Elias go. But he was now accepting he wasn’t fair, nor was he deserving of what Quinn had to offer. Not now.
Maybe not ever.
“You’re important to me,” Elias said. “And I won’t let you give up. I won’t let you self-destruct.”
Tek chuckled. “Too late. It’s entirely too late, my friend.” He pulled away, got to his feet and retrieved his gun, tucking it into his waist.
Elias stood as well. “What will you tell him when he learns I’m still alive?”
Right. He still thought Stavros had sent Tek after him. “Forget Stavros, I can handle him.” He knew just where to poke if he wanted Stavros brought to heel. Not yet, but soon enough. “Besides, you should be gunning for Annika.” His face twisted into a grimace. “She’s working with the old man on this one. They’re who sent those men after you and she’s the reason I’m here.”
Elias frowned. “That— Why would Annika want anything to do with me?”
“I can’t imagine it’s any fun trying to figure that treacherous bitch out.” Tek spoke brusquely, doing his best to forget his breakdown of mere minutes ago. “She thinks she’s blackmailed me into this shit.” He chuckled. Crazy bitch.
“What does she have on you to think she can?”
“She’s in New York, so you know—” Tek jerked his chin and ignored Elias’s question. No way was he telling Elias about Quinn or Annika’s threats to his lover. “Better get on that before she sends another crew after that pretty husband of yours.” He lifted an eyebrow. “Does he know about Rikers?” he asked. “Does he know about us?”
“No.”
Tek nodded once. Didn’t surprise him. “Huh. Secrets. We’re fucking up to our necks in them, aren’t we?”
“How did you find out about Annika? Does Stavros know?”