A Thief In The Night

by K. Sterling

  “What if you sacrifice everything and he isn’t there?” He asked and Quinn’s eyes were wild with fear as they locked with Roman’s. He wasn’t talking about Jones.

  “What if I lose him because I didn’t sacrifice enough?” His voice was shredded and thin but Roman felt it. He knew that fear, it was relentless in the weeks after Antoni disappeared. They were jostled and nudged as their wills collided. Quinn was willing to sacrifice everything that made him so different and incredibly desirable to save Jayce. Roman didn’t want to see Quinn turn into his brother, he was perfect just the way he was. But he couldn’t be the one to hurt Quinn so he would be the one to save him after Jayce did his damage.

  “Fine. But you’re going to want this and I refuse to regret it,” he said and his lips crushed Quinn’s. He might not want to do it but, dear God, Roman was going to enjoy every minute of it. He looked up at the staircase and prayed his body wouldn’t fail him before they found Jones. The stairs were the focal point of the house. The wide, winding marble steps and ornate iron and marble banister was imported from a French chateau that belonged to a pope. It was a bit too wide and grand for the long, narrow London house but Minton thought it made the perfect living centerpiece for his parties. The more popular fetishes were on the second floor, making it the most congested area of the house as men waited in the crush to get a glimpse, get flogged or get choked. The staircase became a raunchy tableau and the focal point of the night as guests fucked and sucked their way up the steps. Clusters of men writhed together on the right side of the staircase as shamed and sated men slowly trickled down the left. Roman knew they were looking at a good twenty minutes to the second landing. He would be lucky if he was still conscious in twenty minutes. He never pushed, he always got out when he felt it bearing down on him. He was too careful to lose control in public but he was cutting it close with Quinn. His vision narrowed and the stairs stretched infinitely as Roman’s hearing became muffled. “Slap me,” he ordered and Quinn was staring at him oddly.

  “Are you sure you’re…”

  “I need you to slap me hard, right now,” Roman said quickly and Quinn’s lips pulled tight as he leaned back and he grimaced. His hand swung and there was a tremendous clap as Roman’s head snapped to the right. Heat and pain burst and radiated from his cheek as his blood pressure jumped and his heart pounded. Everything pulled into focus and he laughed at the rush of adrenaline as he captured Quinn’s face and kissed him urgently. “Here we go,” he said as space cleared behind Quinn and he backed him up the step. His hands slid under Quinn’s coat and over his shoulders.

  “I should probably keep it,” Quinn muffled against Roman’s lips but he shook his head as he pushed the coat down his arms.

  “Take it off. It’ll get picked up soon and checked,” he promised but Quinn still hesitated before letting it drop onto the floor. Roman growled in approval as his fingers strummed down Quinn’s shirt, loosening the buttons as their lips and tongues tangled. Roman was dying to throw off his coat but his shirt was already alarmingly saturated with sweat. It would still be remarkable in the sensual chaos of Minton’s bacchanal so Roman ignored that he was becoming soggy and miserable and boiling alive. He distracted himself with Quinn’s body. “I need to feel you,” he said as his hands swept across Quinn’s skin. His abs flickered and his chest jumped as he gasped and Roman shut his eyes as his fingertips absorbed the spasms and the heat. He felt Quinn’s pulse as his blood raced and his heart pounded beneath his fingers. He felt a moan vibrate and catch as Quinn bucked restlessly against him. Roman felt the heat rising from his blood, warming his skin as sweat seeped from his pores, making him slick and anxious. Roman felt muscles tightening, goosebumps spreading and the hair on Quinn’s arms stand as his fingers glided over his flesh. He felt everything and Roman was enthralled as his hands skated around Quinn’s body and over his ass so he could lift him as he pushed them up a few steps. He untucked the back of Quinn’s shirt and his fingertips swirled over the long, taut muscles along his spine, learning every curve. His tongue bathed Quinn’s throat as he feasted on the clean brightness of his skin.

  “Oh, my God…” Quinn groaned as his hands pulled at Roman’s hair and shoulders and his leg hooked around his hip. “Oh, fuck… Roman!” He cried and Roman gasped in delight as he locked Quinn against him and stumbled forward. He’d broken through. He heard the strain and lust in Quinn’s voice as he said his name and Roman’s cock ached as they bucked against each other. It wasn’t about Jayce anymore. He caught Quinn.

  “Got you,” he breathed against his lips as his fingers swiftly dealt with Quinn’s belt and fly. He shoved him up another step and Quinn hissed in shock as Roman’s hands slid beneath the waist of his boxers and he pushed them over his ass. He caressed Quinn’s cock and his mouth watered as he remembered how sweet he tasted. He needed him. “Sorry,” Roman said before he lifted Quinn and set him on the wide, flat marble handrail. Quinn’s hand locked around Roman’s shoulder as the other braced against the wall. “I’m not crouching on the stairs, have you seen the state of that runner? I’m surprised no one’s slipped yet,” he said then purred playfully as he licked the end of Quinn’s nose before he lowered his shoulders.

  “I can’t believe I’m doing this!” Quinn laughed nervously then his back bowed as Roman rubbed his face against his shaft and inhaled rapturously. He was so hard and hot against his lips and he smelled divine. Soap, powder, a hint fabric softener and warm, aroused flesh. Roman was in heaven. He just wished he wasn’t as close to the sun as his shirt and jock strap clung to his body. Sound became muddled and his ears burned and prickled. He stretched his neck and shook out his hands as he focused. They were almost there. Quinn was almost there. Roman pressed a hand against Quinn’s chest and gripped his shaft in the other. He tried to laugh but it came out as a whimper as a bead of pre-cum pushed from the head. Roman collected it with his tongue and sighed. He was so sweet and Roman needed sweet. He wasn’t patient and he wasn’t controlled. He sucked with a desperate thirst as his hand pumped and Quinn’s legs stretched and jerked. He leaked decadently as his chest heaved and Roman could feel the pressure and heat building in Quinn, it thrummed under his fingertips as he quivered and chanted his name. Roman gorged himself as his lips wrapped tight and slid up and down Quinn’s length. He grunted in approval as he squeezed Quinn’s sack. It was soft and smooth and more of Quinn’s essence burst against Roman’s tongue as he drank. Someone pushed against Roman’s back and he pouted as he pulled his lips from Quinn so he could shift him as he shoved forward. The muscles in his arms and legs burned and cramped but he found Quinn’s eyes and held on as his tongue swirled around the head.

  “Please!” Quinn moaned as his hand swept through Roman’s hair.

  “I need it,” Roman said and his tongue slowly washed over the end of his cock. Quinn’s lips parted as he panted and Roman counted the heartbeats as his tongue swirled. “Let me taste you,” he urged then pushed his lips down Quinn’s shaft as he stroked and heat burst under his hands and flooded his mouth. He sucked greedily as sweet, salty tartness coated his tongue and slid down his throat as he took him deep.

  “Jesus, Roman!” Quinn whisper shrieked as his arms locked and his body convulsed. He wasn’t really at risk of falling but he was braced and fought to stay on the handrail as his eyes rolled and his body jerked. Roman sucked loudly as he released the head then licked a stray drop that caught on his thumb. A euphoric, yet drowsy rumble spilled from him as he stretched toward Quinn’s lips. “Roman,” he sighed as his arms wound around his neck and he melted against him as he slid off the banister.

  “Let’s go!” Someone called from below and Roman tried to help Quinn up the last step but missed and tripped forward.

  “Hey!” Quinn called as he caught him and Roman offered a breathless laugh as everything swayed around him.

  “A head rush,” he laughed as he struggled up the last step. A large bald man in a studded collar and matching cock ring bark
ed as he reached for Quinn and Roman’s hand pushed against his chest. Roman fell forward and used all of his weight to pin him to the wall.

  “No.” Roman’s lip curled and his eyes burned as he glared. “Where’s Jones?” The man shrank back as he recognized Roman and his arm raised as he pointed.

  “He’s playing pig,” he spit out quickly. Roman released him and the man slid away and pushed past several people in his hurry to get down the stairs.

  “Roman?” Quinn asked as he ducked and tried to find his eyes.

  “Go,” he said as he waved at the room at the end of the hall. Quinn hooked his arm around Roman and they stumbled into people and shoved until they reached their destination. “Get out,” Roman commanded as they entered an office that was cleared to make room for a swing. Four men in various types of fetish wear and boots snorted and shrugged dismissively as they rutted and slapped at the limp body suspended in the harness.

  “We’re using the room,” someone bragged and Roman stood up straight and raised his head.

  “Get out!” He roared and their eyes widened in shock and fear as they realized it was him. They all pulled out of Jones and grabbed their drinks and accessories as they fled. Roman slammed the door shut and locked it as Quinn went to the body in the swing and bent to check for a pulse. Roman staggered forward as he scanned the room and he swore as his eyes caught on the syringe and spoon on the coffee table. He wasn’t optimistic as he squatted next to Jones. His spine bowed as his arms and legs dangled and strings of cum, snot and saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth and nostrils. “Jones,” Roman said loudly as he slapped his cheek and his eyes struggled under their lids as he moaned.

  “Is it an overdose?” Quinn whispered and Roman shook his head.

  “He’s completely fucked but he’s mostly just…” He ground his jaw and fought back a shiver. “Fucked,” he finished. Quinn’s brows pulled tight and his eyes narrowed as he stared at Roman.

  “What are we going to do?” He asked and Roman held up a hand.

  “There’s not much we can do.” He raised his hand higher and let it fall. He used as much strength as he could muster and slapped Jones again.

  “Hey!” He complained groggily as his head flopped.

  “Jones,” Roman said as he grabbed a handful of his hair. It was sticky, wet, slimy and crunchy and Roman’s face twisted. “We need to talk to you,” he said loudly then gave the door a disgruntled look as someone knocked.

  “Do I know you?” Jones asked as his eyes rolled wildly. Roman snorted as he wiped his hand across his chest.

  “I wouldn’t say we’re friends,” he replied. Jones blinked and his head bobbed and he fought to hold it steady as he stared up at Quinn.

  “Jayce? Howdyou gethere?” He babbled before his head rolled back and his mouth went slack. His eyes were blind as he let out a long breath and Quinn reached for his throat. He found a pulse again then shook Jones.

  “Wake up!” He yelled but Jones’ arms and legs swung loosely as more drool stretched from his lips. “You have to wake up!” Quinn begged as he shook him harder.

  “We’re done. He’s not waking up,” Roman said as he pushed off his knees and stood straight. He fell back a step and reached for the wall as he tried to see past the floating shapes.

  “What’s wrong?” Quinn demanded and Roman held up a hand.

  “I shouldn’t have skipped dinner,” he said as he patted Quinn’s chest. “Hit me againnn.” He pointed at his face but Quinn shook his head.

  “No! Do you need a doctor?” He asked and Roman hummed as he leaned against him.

  “D’you like to run downstairs and ask for help?” Roman pushed out as he fought to stand up straight.

  “Ok?” Quinn whimpered as he pulled back his hand and Roman smirked as he gestured for him to give him his best. He hauled back and Roman’s shoulder hit the wall as sharp heat and pain slammed into the side of his face.

  “Woooo!” He exhaled loudly and laughed as he waited through the rush and pounding. His vision didn’t clear as much as he would have liked but everything felt more straight and steady as he pushed off the wall and shuffled toward the balcony doors.

  “Where are you going?” Quinn asked as he followed.

  “We can either go back the way we came or we can find a shortcut,” Roman said as he pushed the doors open and looked out on the east side of the property.

  “I like the sound of that but I don’t see one,” Quinn murmured as he looked over Roman’s shoulder at the garden below. “There’s no ladder or steps and it’s too far to jump,” he noted and Roman made a pfffttt sound as he looked over the side.

  “Couldn’t be easier,” he decided then put his arm around Quinn. “See that ledge under that window?” He asked as he pointed to the right and Quinn nodded slowly. “We hop to that then onto the roof of the sunroom then drop down onto the brick wall and follow it just to the pond. Mr. Bishop should be waiting somewhere on the other side.” He offered Quinn a confident yet slightly drunken smile. Quinn’s lips twisted as he blinked back at him.

  “So… We’re going to hop four or five feet from this thin rail and land on that maybe eight inch ledge. Then, we’ll just pop onto that roof that looks like it’s just about too far to clear then hopefully land on that ten-ish inch wide brick wall after we’ve dropped then just follow it to the pond,” he confirmed as Roman nodded along. His eyes flicked upwards as he considered then nodded.

  “I think you’ve got the plan,” he said then reached for the rail.

  “Wait! That plan is insane,” Quinn said and they looked at the door as the banging got louder.

  “You’d like to go back?” Roman asked as he raised a brow suggestively. Quinn hissed as he pulled the halves of his shirt shut and shivered as the wind picked up.

  “No offense, but you don’t look like you’re in any shape to be hopping and dropping and it’s fucking freezing,” he said and Roman shrugged.

  “It’s your call, really. I can walk right out of here. You’re going to have to work your way out and I think you should keep Jones in mind,” he said as he pointed his finger sideways and Quinn’s head snapped toward the swing.

  “What about Jones?” He asked.

  “They’re going to be in a hurry to find a replacement for him,” he stated and Quinn’s hand clamped over his mouth to hold back a scream.

  “Are you sure you can do this and we won’t die?” He asked quickly. Roman pulled a face as he grabbed the handrail and jumped then planted his foot. He did pitch forward just a hair as he stood but Quinn was stunned as he looked up at him. “I can’t do that!” He said as he looked around for something to stand on. Roman pivoted on the balls of his feet and rested his back against the wall. He leaned and braced his hand against a brick then held the other hand out to Quinn.

  “Here,” he said as he waited. “Get one leg over it and I’ll help you stand.” He gave him a cocky grin and Quinn took one last haunted look at the door then grabbed the rail and hopped as he threw his leg over. He grunted as he crushed his testicles then carefully raised his hand and grabbed Roman’s. “I’m going to need you to get your feet under you,” he ground out as he pulled and pressed his back against the wall so he was stable. Quinn was able to stand but he wobbled as he hung onto Roman’s arm.

  “How are you able to do this?” He whispered and Roman laughed softly as he let the cool air dry the sweat on his face and neck and waited for a tremor of tickling heat to pass.

  “The building isn’t going anywhere, Quinn,” he sighed and relaxed as his strength rebounded slightly. “As long as I have just enough of something to put a foot on, I’m as stable as this building if I stay close to it. I’ll get to the ledge then help you when you jump. Keep your weight against this,” he added as he patted the wall. He swung his right leg out as he kicked off with his left and jumped. He kept his back to the wall and grabbed the window’s frame as he landed on the ledge.

  “Amazing!
” Quinn whispered and Roman waved dismissively.

  “This is truly nothing,” he said. It was slightly exerting because he was moments away from blacking out but it was Roman’s idea of a walk in the park. He preferred to scale buildings instead of roaming the streets when he was in the mood to wander and meditate. He gestured for Quinn to follow and he hissed nervously as the banging from the office became a loud ramming. “You’re only at broken ribs and limbs height,” Roman offered encouragingly then cursed under his breath as his legs shook. Quinn may have jumped because he wanted to strangle Roman. He leapt off the rail and fell away from the wall but Roman reached and pushed him back and Quinn slammed against the window. Roman braced him until he was steady and Quinn held tight to his hand.

  “You’re a fucking acrobat!” Quinn laughed and Roman grinned.

  “I get that from my father’sss side,” he said then swung his head to the right. “We need to hurry, they’ll be breaking that door in a moment,” he predicted. The sunroom’s roof was just a few feet to his right and a few feet down so he stepped off the window’s ledge as he reached for the corner of the wall and pulled himself around as he dropped. “Come on,” he said as he held out his hand and Quinn didn’t hesitate. He jumped and Roman grabbed his hand and yanked him around the wall just as they broke through the office door, pulling them out of sight. He leaned against the wall next to Quinn and tapped his lips as voices yelled and called. They heard a commotion on the balcony as it was searched and Jones was removed. The doors shut and the regularly scheduled activity continued in the office.

  “Wow. Will Minton be mad?” Quinn whispered and Roman shook his head as he pulled his phone from inside his coat. He was surprised to find it still dry.

  “Minton loves drama. He’lll declare tonight his most successful orgy ever. I’ll be a hero next time…” He stopped and cleared his throat as he sent a distress signal to Mr. Bishop. “The next time I pass him on the street,” he continued and a loud guffaw exploded from Quinn.