by K. Sterling
“Good Evening, Mr. Carlisle,” he said.
“I think so,” Roman agreed as he strained to see over the crowd in front of the door. He spotted Minton just inside the foyer and he looked remarkably lucid.
“Roman!” Quinn called.
“Dear God, no,” he prayed as he turned and looked forward to hell as Quinn bounded up the steps in a tuxedo.
“Looks like I could make it after all,” he said cheerfully as he put his arm around Roman’s shoulders and smiled at the footman. Roman looked back at Mr. Bishop and glared as he shoved his coat at the footman and silently dared him to laugh.
“Fabulous!” Roman said as he swung his arm around Quinn’s waist. He quickly steered him through the door and around the group waiting to be greeted by Minton. He pulled him into the corner and pushed Quinn behind an indoor topiary of some sort before they were seen by too many people. And before Quinn could see too much. “We agreed I’d handle this on my own,” he hissed and Quinn shook his head.
“No we didn’t. You said you thought it would be better if you handled it on your own and that you’d talk to me in the morning,” he said and Roman’s brows fell.
“Correct? You said ‘Ok. Be careful,’” he recalled and Quinn smirked.
“Ok is a funny thing, isn’t it? It could be ‘Ok, I’ll wait here like an idiot while you have fun at that orgy. Be careful, don’t sprain your dick or kiss anyone with a cold sore.’ or it might mean ‘Ok, that’s a very interesting opinion but I’m going to go with my gut and check out this super exclusive orgy I’ve been waiting to get into. Be careful, I might catch you with someone’s mouth attached to your crotch,’” Quinn said. He did the quote finger gesture as if he didn’t think it was truly an orgy and Roman’s tongue pushed against the inside of his cheek.
“You knew about this,” he said and Quinn beamed.
“I was waiting to see if you were going to tell me,” he said and Roman’s teeth dug into his lip as he winced then stepped closer and patted Quinn on the chest.
“It was a terrible conundrum, Quinn!” He confessed dramatically. “I didn’t want to expose you to all of this and have you think less of me because I’ve attended…a few times,” he attempted but Quinn’s lips twitched. “But I knew at least one of us needed to go. Minton can tell you who’s fucked who and how many times she’s bottomed,” he explained. “That’s the only reason I’m here. You can ask Mr. Bishop. I told him I wasn’t staying. I planned to steal you away for a romantic dinner as soon as I could get away from this,” Roman said and Quinn wasn’t buying it.
“You said you’d tell me if you learned anything interesting tomorrow morning,” he said and Roman nodded quickly as he pointed.
“Exactly! It was romantic because it was going to be a surprise. I’m wearing a tuxedo,” he said as he gestured at his body and Quinn laughed.
“Everyone’s wearing a tuxedo. You wear one almost every night of the week,” he said and Roman frowned as he tugged at his sleeves.
“I own six yachts and a football club, my life is a black tie event. I don’t own anything with elastic or cargo pockets,” he argued then gave Quinn a drowsy grin as he backed him against the wall and captured his lips. He kissed Quinn before he could object then groaned as he nibbled. “This is a special tux. It’s my favorite,” Roman said as he rocked against him. He was so hard. He really wanted to fuck Quinn and never, ever stop fucking him. Oh. Hell.
“Why is it special?” Quinn asked as he pushed against Roman’s chest and he pouted as he stepped back.
“Because…you’re going to rip it off me later?” He tried and Quinn squeezed an eye shut then jerked his head.
“Why don’t we see how this orgy goes,” he said as he went to step around Roman and he stopped him.
“You do know this is an orgy, right?” He asked carefully and Quinn pulled a face.
“I know what an orgy is. I’ve seen a bunch of people having sex. Do you remember how we met?” He said and Roman shook his head.
“You’ve seen some people having sex,” he stated then pointed over his shoulder. “Everyone is having sex in there,” he warned then looked up. “And up there,” he added then leaned and looked through the main hall and squinted at the back garden then nodded. “And out there. It’s probably close to three hundred people,” he said and Quinn raised a brow.
“So? I’ll just pretend I’m with you,” he said simply.
“You understand how orgies work? You’re not “with” anyone at an orgy. You’re “with” everyone. It’s a fucking orgy, Quinn.”
“Right but not like that kind of orgy. People don’t actually do those anymore,” Quinn said and a laugh burst from Roman’s lips.
“Let’s take a look at what people actually do at one of Minton’s orgies, shall we?” He said as he grabbed Quinn by his lapels and pulled him off the wall. “There’s a certain etiquette that applies to orgies,” Roman explained as he put his arm around Quinn and tightened it around his neck. He pulled him close so he could whisper in his ear as they rejoined the crowd at the door. He returned Minton’s wave with a wink. “I’m what you’d consider privileged and a known quantity. I can do anything I want in here and I choose who touches me,” he said as they turned into the dining room and Quinn froze as his eyes tried to see everything at once. Roman made a giddy sound as he gave Quinn’s cheek a few playful slaps. “You’re fresh meat! Everyone’s going to want a piece of you,” he said and Quinn’s face fell.
“I’m just here to watch,” he said but his voice didn’t work.
“That’s not an option at Minton’s, you goose!” Roman teased as he waved around them. “Now, you’ve got glory holes and breeding stands in here,” he said as they admired a crude plywood wall that ran the length of the room. Men squatted with their faces and asses pressed against holes along the wall. Roman gave him a quick shake then turned Quinn toward the stands and he looked dizzy as a young man’s hands and feet were restrained. “If you’re looking for something more traditional, the lounge is probably more your speed. You’ve got your Eiffel Towers, double/triple penetration, flip fucking, trains… It’s very much just a sea of limbs and assholes and tongues, if you want to keep it mellow,” Roman advised then coughed and cleared his throat as he turned Quinn back to the main hall. “Upstairs is where most of the BDSM type activities take place and outside is where you’ll find your water sports and enema enthusiasts, for obvious reasons.” He gave Quinn another moment to soak it all in then released him. “Since you’re new, you might want to see if you can find a gentleman named Felix. Tell him you know me and he’ll sort you out. You’re going to want to get really high and really numb, really quickly,” he said then gestured for Quinn to go on and enjoy himself. He looked petrified as several sets of eyes locked onto him. They’d left the protective barrier of clothed guests in the foyer and most of the men circling Quinn were naked, in latex or dressed in harnesses and jock straps as they eyed him hungrily. “I’m going to say hello to Minton, would you like to go with me?” Roman asked and Quinn jumped on him like he was a lifejacket.
“Yes!” He begged. “I would love to meet Minton!” He said as his fingers locked around Roman’s arm.
“I’m sure Minton would love to meet you,” Roman said as he navigated the room with Quinn attached to him then gasped in delight. “There he is!” He called as he gestured toward their host. Minton von Treedlespat was a truly majestic and wondrous sight to behold. He believed he was the descendant of the unicorn lords of Camelot and possessed traces of unicorn blood. He felt justified in this claim because despite being just over four feet tall, he was quite fantastically well endowed. Thus in possession of a “horn”. His hair was a wild mane of frizzy, yellowed hair that spilled down his back and his mustache was twirled into two tremendous spirals. His maniacal eyes lit up as he waved and bounced excitedly.
“What have you brought me, Roman?” He called shrilly in his heavy German accent.
“Youn
g American jocks are his weakness,” Roman whispered in Quinn’s ear.
“Wait!” He whimpered as he pressed his face against Roman’s. His eyes were wide with panic as they drilled into his. “I want to leave. I’m sorry and I should have stayed home,” he said quickly and Roman nodded as he rubbed his back soothingly.
“Let’s see what Minton knows, I promise to protect you,” he said and Quinn’s cheeks puffed out as he relaxed against him.
“And then we can leave?” He asked and Roman shushed him.
“The only reason I’m here is to talk to Minton about Dash,” he whispered as he lowered his head and rubbed his lips against his ear. He had to get Quinn out fast. Minton’s orgies were extremely private to ensure absolute freedom and encourage expression and exhibitionism. Clothes were merely frowned upon but just watching was not an option. Trust was found in a shared sense of shame and guilt.
“Rrrrrrroooman!” Minton yodeled as he pounced and Roman whispered for Quinn to be brave.
“Your Grace!” He said as he turned and bowed. Minton wasn’t a duke but he liked to be greeted as such. Minton clapped his tiny, chubby hands and squinted through his monocle at Quinn.
“I do love when you turn up, I so enjoy your leftovers,” he giggled and Roman laughed as he reached for Minton’s shoulder.
“Yours are of no use to me!” He replied then made an exploding sound as his fingers mimicked destruction and Quinn jumped.
“No!” He cried in a very tiny voice. Roman started to laugh then shivered as his skin prickled. He looked around and took a deep breath as his eyes met a server’s and Roman nodded. He was balancing a tray of champagne flutes and carefully making his way closer.
“Minton, darling, this is Quinn. We’re not planning to stay tonight. We dropped in to be nosey for a moment and find a third to play with us,” he confessed and Minton slid him a bit of side-eye as he pouted.
“You crash my little soiree with this beautiful creature and tell me you won’t be staying,” he complained and Roman pressed his hand against his chest and pushed out his lip.
“This has never been my cup of tea,” he reminded Minton and he rolled his eyes.
“No. You rarely play. You cruise until you find something you like then sneak off to a quiet corner or take them with you,” he said then cast Quinn a wounded look. “He never lets us watch. The most I ever get is a look at his buttocks as he’s at the wall or his penis while he’s being fellated on the way out,” he told Quinn and Roman tugged at his collar as it stuck to his skin then thanked the server as he was offered a glass. He took a long sip then sighed in relief at the chilled champagne. The darkness at the edge of his vision receded and he hushed Minton. He was going to have to make it an early night.
“You make me sound like an inconsiderate guest,” Roman said and Minton shrugged.
“As I said, you do leave the most delightful mess, when you do stay and play. What are you looking for, my love?” He said as he traced Roman’s hard-on through his trousers. Roman hummed thoughtfully as he stepped a little closer to Minton so he could get a good grip on it.
“Is Dash around, is he attached to anyone?” He asked and winked at Quinn. Minton’s hand tightened around the base of his cock and Roman groaned in approval as he rose on his toes.
“You’re not stirring up that old business again, are you?” Minton asked and Roman’s head pulled back.
“What business?”
“If this was anyone but Roman, I would think he was being coy!” Minton said as he released Roman and turned to Quinn. He patted his stomach as he smiled adoringly up at him. “There was some bad business between the two of them when Roman first entered the social scene,” he explained and Quinn jumped again. Minton was probably fondling his ass. Quite aggressively, judging from the tightness of his lips and the bulging of his eyes.
“I didn’t know Dash was with Darlington,” Roman said, turning the conversion away from himself.
“Oh, yes. For some time now,” Minton purred as he petted Quinn’s erection and Roman chuckled as he hoped it was holding up. “But you’ve been away, haven’t you. That terrible business…” He said then reached for Roman. Quinn sagged in relief but he watched them closely as Minton captured Roman’s face. Minton was an art collector and master forger and one of the few people who knew about Toni. “How are you?” He asked as he clutched his cheeks tenderly and Roman smiled brilliantly.
“Back to my old self, as you can see!” He said as he kissed Minton’s forehead.
“I’m so glad! You picked the perfect night to return to us. Dash isn’t here but his good friend Jones is upstairs! They run together and they are similarly…capable,” he declared vaguely and Quinn’s eyes were panicked as he looked at the winding staircase. Roman offered Minton a tight smile as he wiped the back of his hand across his brow then took another large gulp of champagne. He was going to have to find some way to get Quinn upstairs so they could talk to Jones. The staircase split into six staircases and Roman blinked hard until they became one again then drained his glass.
“We might stay for a while,” Roman declared as he passed it to Minton.
“Oh, wonderful!” He cheered then shooed them off to enjoy themselves. “I have first dibs on cleanup! Let me do my duty as host so I can join the festivities later,” he said and Quinn stuck to Roman as they headed toward the stairs. Hands pulled at their coats and cupped their ass cheeks and groins as Roman made his way to an open spot along the wall. He spun Quinn and pushed him against the wall and attacked the corner of his neck so they could discuss their options “privately”.
“Do you want to get upstairs?” Roman huffed as his lips trailed up his throat. Quinn trembled and goosebumps spread across his skin as he nodded. Roman purred encouragingly as his tongue flicked his earlobe then sucked. Quinn’s chest rose and fell as his hands pressed weakly against Roman’s shoulders. “You have a choice to make: be very busy entertaining me or join the party and mingle your way up there,” he said and Quinn’s head tilted as he considered the obstacle he’d have to clear just to reach the top of the stairs. Roman growled a warning as he nibbled on the underside of his chin. The other guests were only going to tolerate a fully dressed bystander for so long. They’d get pushy if he didn’t signal some sort of intent.
“Get me upstairs,” Quinn breathed against Roman’s tongue before he kissed him. It was hesitant but Roman could feel Quinn leaning into it. He was scared but his devotion to Jayce and his curiosity would always trump his fear. His tongue thrust more assertively as his fingers swept through Roman’s hair and twisted and it nearly destroyed him. There was so much raw wonder and Quinn’s responses were so heightened, it made Roman weak. In a delightful way. He wanted to beguile and tease Quinn and claim something deeper and more precious.
“Christ, I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want you,” he groaned and he felt Quinn flinch.
“You don’t have to say that this time,” he said and Roman squeezed his eyes shut. It might have sounded a bit trite and slightly awkward, given their location.
“I realize this isn’t the most romantic setting,” he admitted then gasped as he looked around. It was overwhelming, awkward and so terribly wrong. This wasn’t where he wanted to seduce Quinn. And he wanted Quinn to tell him he was ready, that he needed it. Roman wanted to savor every gasp and moan as he touched and memorized every facet of Quinn’s body and feel him shatter in his hands when he finally gave in to the heat and lust that flashed every time they touched. Roman wouldn’t feel that here. It was loud, cramped and much of it was about to unfold on the stairs. “You deserve so much better than this,” he argued as he looked to the nearest exit and found the most direct route. A distraction on the terrace would be helpful…
“Do you say that to everyone too?” Quinn asked and Roman stopped calculating.
“Excuse me?” He searched his eyes then kissed him hungrily. People were starting to notice they were doing more talking
than snogging. “Why?” He panted as he lapped and rolled his hips, pinning Quinn against the wall. They were both so hard and he could feel Quinn’s heart slamming against his.
“Jayce said you told him the exact same thing. ‘I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want you’. He said he would never forget because you’ve touched some of the most precious things in the world and you could have anything,” Quinn said as he licked, sucked and bit at Roman’s lips. Roman swore as he pushed Quinn’s chin to the side then drug his tongue along his jaw.
“I swear, this is different. You’re different,” he promised as his lips traced his ear and he rocked against him. “I can get us out of here and we can slow down and do this someplace quiet and safe,” he said and Quinn shook his head as he pulled Roman toward the staircase.
“One of the last people my brother was seen talking to is up there!” He pleaded. He was desperate and anxious. “This is the first break I’ve had in months and I can’t blow it, he knows!”
“But you don’t have to do this!” Roman hissed as his fingers curled around Quinn’s ass and he ground hard as his cock throbbed. What are you doing? You can have him now. He could do anything he wanted if Quinn thought it would lead him to just one more breadcrumb. But there were certain things Roman would never want and there were things he’d never steal. “I can find Jones and Dash again. I know who their master is,” he said but Quinn was able to slip free. He grabbed Roman’s wrist and pulled as he stumbled back and people shuffled aside as he bumped into them. Roman shook his head as the room spun then grunted as Quinn shoved him against the bannister.
“What if Jayce needs me now? I can still feel him out there but what if he’s running out of time?” Quinn whispered as his fingers tugged at Roman’s tie and he rubbed his lips along his jaw then sucked on his earlobe. “I know I’m safe with you and this might be my last chance. This might be the night he gives up,” he said. Roman decided right then he hated Jayce. And he kind of loved him. Jayce was the spark that kept Quinn burning and he was forcing Roman’s hand. But he was also handing Roman everything he wanted.