Alfie Abused

by Heather Mar-Gerrison

  “Ohhh, fuck, Harley.” He murmured, “I love you so much.”

  I smiled as I continued with my mission to love him better, “Love you more.” I whispered.

  He giggled, “Love you most.”

  Well, I’d let him have it this time but we both knew I loved him just as much as he loved me. And that was just perfect.

  Epilogue

  Harley

  “Oh, God.” I groaned, “Why does dinner have to be at my family’s today? Why can’t we go to yours instead?”

  Alfie grinned, “We can’t go to mine every week, Harley – sometimes we have to run the gauntlet that is dinner with the Fitzgerald clan.”

  I grimaced, “It’s not fair.” I grumbled, “They’ll all be haranguing me about making an honest man of you again.”

  Alfie raised an eyebrow, “Well you did kind of propose at one of the most publicised events of the year, dude.” He said with a chuckle, “It’s not as if you’re gonna get away with it being a secret. It trended on Twitter for a week!”

  I grinned, “Yeah,” I agreed, “It did, didn’t it?” I was so proud that he’d said yes.

  Alfie chewed his bottom lip thoughtfully, distracting me terribly and making my dick painfully hard in my jeans. “Alfie.” I breathed, “Stop that.”

  He chuckled, “You’re insatiable.” He said, “I thought I’d already worn you out enough for you to get through dinner, this morning.”

  I grinned, “I much prefer our lazy Sunday afternoons.” I said. Our lazy Sundays usually consisted of us spending all day in bed, making love and getting out of bed only to use the bathroom and to make snacks to take back to bed. Well, who needed food when you’d got each other?

  Alfie’s glorious blue eyes smouldered, “Stop.” He said, “I’m getting all kinds of mental images and I don’t want to walk into your mother’s kitchen with a massive boner.”

  I grinned, “I know someone who would totally appreciate it.”

  He chuckled, “Poor Joel,” he sighed, shaking his head, “I’m sure he’ll find a great guy one day.”

  I nodded, grinning, “But all he fancies are the older ones that aren’t interested.” I said with a laugh.

  Alfie grinned, “How old is Joel now?”

  “Nineteen – so it’s not like he’s not a baby anymore – but I still don’t want him getting involved with anyone too old...” I stopped talking. Alfie’s experience with an older, more experienced guy was probably what had made me so protective of my little brother, but likewise, he probably didn’t want reminding of that time in his life...

  He smiled, “Hey,” he said, “I’m good.” He came to stand right in front of me and slipped his arms around my neck. Stroking the back of my neck with his fingertips, he leaned in and kissed me tenderly on the lips, “I will never forget how I felt when you walked into that room and rescued me.”

  I swallowed hard. I would never forget the way I felt when I saw him lying there; curled up like an injured animal, his tear stained face and the smell in the room. “Me either.” I whispered.

  He nodded, “And I’ll never stop loving you. Not because you rescued me – although I will be eternally grateful for that.” He smiled, “I fell in love with you the first night we met and you asked if you could kiss me.”

  I smiled, blushing to the roots of my hair, “What can I say – I was a little shy.”

  He chuckled and rolled his eyes, “You were so in the closet.” He said, “And don’t even try to deny it.”

  I nodded, “I won’t.” I said, “I was so scared of coming to the club – but I can’t tell you how happy I am that I swallowed my fears and gave it a shot. And I fell in love with you that first time we met too – but you already knew that because I’ve told you that before.”

  Alfie’s nodded, “I know,” he said. His smile was enough to make my heart explode with love for him, “So,” He said, “I was thinking that we could get married at the club.”

  I blinked, “At Studs?” I asked.

  He nodded and shrugged, “Why not?”

  I blinked, “That’s an option I suppose...” But it’s never fucking happening...

  He smiled, “But?”

  I bit my lip. Actually, if he wanted to get married there, who the hell was I to say otherwise? All of his friends worked there with him. It was pretty damned perfect actually, “I’m not dancing on your podium – and Joel is absolutely not going to be a dancer at the club... not ever.”

  Alfie just laughed, “Fine,” he said, “Whatever...”

  The End...

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  Coming Soon...

  Buzz... Bedazzled (Studs & Steel #4)

  Prologue

  Buzz

  Everyone was hooking up around here – and I didn’t mean just for the night either.

  Peyton and Kody had kicked it all off – the monogamy thing that is... They’d been a couple for over a year now and everyone knew they were totally exclusive.

  And then River went and followed suit – now that really was a fucking surprise. He’d been on anything with a pulse for as long as I’d known him. He was everyone’s sweetheart – and everyone’s quick fuck in the bathroom – until he went and got jiggy with his best friend’s boyfriend (yeah, not cool...) and wham! True love.

  Not great for Jake but whatever – they seem to have worked it all out between the three of them now... and River and Jodie were getting married next spring.

  Alfie was sorted with Harley the cop – and my brother, Simon was seen in the company of the same mystery man more times than he wasn’t. He just hadn’t gotten around to admitting it to himself – or us lot – yet.

  Seth and Siobhan were also solid – so... that just left me.

  And I wasn’t bothered really... Well, you know – I did wonder when I was finally going to find Mr Right.

  I never expected it to happen on our quietest night...

  I never expected it to be love at first sight...

  And I really didn’t expect it to be a twink...

  Chapter I – Quietest night of the week...

  Buzz

  It was Wednesday, the quietest time of the week. The hard-core partiers came every night – there was no denying it but some nights were definitely quieter than others. To try to combat the dead nights we had themed evenings. Monday was, therefore, quiz night, which attracted a whole different set of clients – the older ones mainly – and they’d stay for a dance and a few drinks and then we closed at midnight.

  Tuesday was gaming night – the poker players came then – and no – they weren’t allowed to play for money – just for matches but it didn’t stop the tension in the room. Some of those poker players were really good and I enjoyed watching them play.

  And then Wednesday wasn’t themed at all – something I really thought we could do probably do with. Simon, my brother and Alfie, another dancer worked on Wednesdays, so I liked it a little better – being on the door all night wasn’t all it was cracked up to be – so it was always better when your mates showed up – at least they hung around with me on the door for a while – but it wasn’t a really happening night, like Thursday through to Sunday. They were the best nights...

  So... like I said, it was a Wednesday, fairly quiet until a group of students turned up and one in particular had had far too much to drink...

  I was bored out of my skull but it wasn’t last admissions time yet... ten more minutes and I could legitimately go and get myself a beer and have a chat with my best mate, Seth...

  My walkie-talkie buzzed in my pocket.

  “Yo,” I spoke into it.

  Seth’s amused voice came through the speaker, “There’s some guy on the dance floor – he’s out of control – can yo
u come and remove him.”

  “No problem,” I sighed. God, I hoped he was skinny. I might be built like a brick shithouse but I still didn’t particularly feel like wrestling someone to the door. I liked them to be subservient when I was throwing them out...

  In the bedroom it was a different story, I quite liked my lovers to take control – but to be honest the chances of that happening were so few and far between, in all honesty, I wouldn’t complain about getting any sort of action anymore...

  I closed the front door and went in search of the out-of-control guy causing a problem on the dance floor.

  He wasn’t difficult to find. He was lying in the middle of the floor, in the shape of a star...

  I had to smile. He was no bigger than River or Alfie and if this wasn’t a Wednesday he would surely have been trampled to death... What the hell did he think he was doing?

  I walked over to him, “Come on, big man.” I said, “Up you get.”

  He looked up to me, batting his eyelashes flirtatiously, “Oh, my,” he murmured, “It’s you.”

  I blinked, “Have we met before?” I asked in surprise.

  He shook his head, “No,” he purred, “But I’ve seen you before and I would love to know you.”

  My dick twitched in my pants, quite against my will. He was a twink for fuck’s sake. I didn’t fancy twinks! Never had... In fact I usually hated the little fuckers... Alfie and River being the only exceptions, of course.

  I hauled him to his feet and half-dragged, half-supported his weight out to the door. “Have you got a lift home?” I asked.

  He shook his head and waved his hand in the air in such an affected manner I wanted to laugh, “Oh, don’t worry about me – I’ll find someone to take me home.”

  I didn’t doubt it – but it was late and he was drunk – and I didn’t want anyone else taking him home with them and taking advantage of his sweet, trusting nature... I suddenly felt ridiculously protective over him...

  Before I could even start to work out what to do with him, he’d shot out of the door and disappeared.

  Fuck!

  “Has he gone?” Seth’s voice crackled over the walkie-talkie.

  “Yeah,” I snapped, “Everything okay, now?”

  He confirmed that everything seemed to have settled down so I stationed myself back at the door.

  It was a chilly night and had started to rain, so the door was shut. I sat down. No one in their right mind was gonna be coming to the club at this late hour... I just hoped the twink had found his way home safely.

  Moments later and I was beginning to wonder. I could hear the loudest voice possible singing outside...

  It was the most amazing voice I’d ever heard and he was singing ‘Chandelier’ by Sia...

  I had to see who owned the voice. It was fantastic.

  I opened the door and peered out into the darkness. It was hammering it down with rain and kind of difficult to see.

  Whoever it was singing, they were swinging around the lamppost in the most flamboyant manner. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him – holy shit! It was the twink from the dance floor. Fuck.

  “Oy!” I yelled, “Get yourself back in here before you die of hypothermia!”

  He shot back across the road as fast as lightning and grinned up at me. His smile was enough to melt the polar ice caps. “I thought you’d never ask.” He said as he sat himself down on my chair, crossed his legs effeminately and looked up at me, batting his eyelashes again in a most distracting manner. “What’s your name?”

  As hard as I tried to keep an impassive expression, it was impossible when I looked at him. I honestly couldn’t wipe the grin off my face, “Buzz.” I said.

  He batted his eyelashes at me again, “Well, Buzz, it’s a pleasure it meet you, my name is Franz...”

  Well of course it was... He couldn’t have had a normal name, could he?

  Chapter II – Take me home...

  Franz

  I couldn’t believe it. I’d been crushing on the bouncer for weeks but I had absolutely no idea how to attract his attention.

  It appeared that getting pissed out of my head and lying in the middle of the dance floor was all it took. Who knew?

  I was absolutely amazed and delighted when he appeared above me in all of his muscled glory to collect me – and okay, so he was throwing me out, but what the hell? It was worth it just to lean against his broad chest for a couple of minutes, breathing in his body spray and revelling in his awesome manliness...

  “Have you got a lift home?” he asked, frowning at me.

  I shook my head. Waving my hand in the air I smiled, “Oh, don’t worry about me – I’ll find someone to take me home.” Please take me home with you...

  He ushered me out of the door and closed it behind me. It was throwing it down with rain and I bit my lip as I stood in the shelter of the doorway. What now? I didn’t really want to wait for everyone else out here – it was cold and I was hardly dressed for the weather. I was only in my skinny jeans and a tee shirt – and it was November...

  Suddenly the situation struck me as funny and I giggled. Well, there was nothing else I could do than to wait. I wondered about knocking on the door to see if the big badass bouncer would let me back in – but no. He’d just kicked me out. There was no way...

  Well, I sighed, I’d just practice my latest piece of choreography then. I was doing a performing arts degree and I was doing my assignment on Sia, who I absolutely loved.

  I started to sing ‘Chandelier’ and decided I should practice my dance moves at the same time.

  Within less than a minute I was totally in the zone and swinging around the lampposts and practicing my moves in the street, singing at the top of my lungs. I wasn’t disturbing anyone – there wasn’t a housing estate in sight and the car-park was pretty much empty.

  The door of the club opened and the beautiful badass bouncer was stood there, looking kind of amused – or rather bemused... “Oy!” he yelled at me, “Get yourself back in here before you die of hypothermia!”

  I didn’t need telling twice, “I thought you’d never ask,” I said flirtatiously, batting my eyelashes at him and trying to look appealing, “What’s your name?” I was dying to know more about him. He’d been the man of my dreams since I’d first laid eyes on him a couple of months ago when I first came here with the LGBT society from uni.

  He grinned at me and my heart took off at a gallop. Fuck he was handsome... “Buzz.” He said.

  Buzz? Well that was an unusual name – obviously not his real one. Still, there would be plenty of time to work that one out...

  “Well, Buzz,” I said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you – my name is Franz.”

  I wondered what he would think of my very strange name, courtesy of my Grandfather who was also Franz....

  He nodded, “Nice name – now how are you getting home?”

  I shrugged, “I’ll wait for my friends.”

  Buzz frowned, “Where have you come from?”

  I blinked, “From the uni – I started in September. I’m a performing arts student.”

  His jaw dropped, “Fuck – are you only eighteen?”

  I stared at him. Did I look like I was only eighteen? I shook my head, “Actually, no I’m not. I re-took my first year of A Levels. I really wasn’t enjoying the course but I left it too long to swap – so I worked for my dad for a year and then went back. And then I took another year out once I’d finished my A2’s – I’m twenty.”

  He nodded. Was that a look of relief on his face? My heart picked up a little, did he like me?

  “How old do I look?” I asked, “You’ve made me feel a little paranoid now that I’m a baby-face.” I smiled at him.

  He smiled back. My God. He had the cutest smile ever! He shook his head, “I was just horrified with myself that I hadn’t ID’d you and your friends.”

  I nodded, “Well, I can vouch for them all – we’re all legal.” I winked at him.

  Seconds later they all a
ppeared, “We’re going back, Franz.” Quentin clapped me on the back, “Coming?”

  I shot Buzz a glance, “Actually, I’ll uh, find a taxi or something.”

  Buzz raised an eyebrow, “Really?” he asked as they all disappeared without me, “You’re not going with them? How are you gonna get home now?”

  I took a deep breath and sent up a silent prayer to any god that might be listening, “I was kind of hoping that I might come home with you?”

  Chapter III – Sleepover...

  Buzz

  Holy fucking shit. The cute, drunk, performing arts student was totally coming on to me. What the hell was I supposed to do about that?

  “Fine.” I finally agreed after battling my conscience for what seemed like forever, “You can come back to my place if you like – but be warned – Zac will probably lick you to death and I have a rule about not sleeping with guys that are drunk. You’ll be on the sofa.”

  He smiled and nodded, “Oh, my God!” he clapped his hands – actually clapped his fucking hands, “I love dogs! What sort of dog is he?”

  I grinned. It was always nice to meet someone who shared my affinity for dogs, “He’s a blue roan cocker spaniel.”

  “Oh, my God!” he beamed at me, “I have a black Patterdale terrier called Gumdrop – well, she’s at my parents since I wasn’t allowed to bring her to uni with me...” His little face fell and he looked so sad I wanted to gather him in my arms and kiss him better – and suggest that Gumdrop came to live with me and Zac. Holy shit! What the hell was wrong with me tonight?