by D. J. Manly
Chase was on the verge of entering the room. He had the urge to capture Cassidy’s cock in his mouth, but suddenly Amanda appeared. “Leave the poor boys nipples alone,” she said to Bruce, taking the man’s arm and leading him downstairs. Chase headed for his room. Boy, that guy sure had a thing for nipples!
When Chase did get into bed, he found he couldn’t sleep. Amanda’s words swam around in his head. He didn’t mind the fucking her part, or the ménage a trios, but he was concerned about this love stuff … not so much about her being in love with him, but with what she said about him being in love with Cassidy. He sure as hell wasn’t in love with that stupid ass!
Chapter Five
The next day, Amanda called them both downstairs and began giving them the gifts she bought. “I’m sorry. We got so carried away last night; Bruce never did get to see you in these scandalous things I got you.”
Skimpy little g-strings and see through bathing suits, if you could call them suits, dangled from her hands for a moment, before she threw them in first Chase’s, then Cassidy’s direction. They both thanked her, while they investigated the scraps of material in their hands. “Chase, did you explain to Cassidy about the slight rule change, just for one night?”
“Not yet,” Chase said, watching as Amanda withdrew two envelopes. “This is something for both of you, so that you don’t have to ask me for pocket change. Use it wisely,” she said, handing one to each of them.
Cassidy tore his open immediately, his eyes widening as he leafed through the bills. “Thanks, Amanda,” he said, looking dazed.
Amanda’s laughter pealed out. “Honey, if you could see your face. Do you have big plans for your big bills?”
Chase threw Cassidy a look. He knew what he was going to do with it, give it to that no good boyfriend of his. Chase glanced looking his envelope. “Ten thousand … Amanda, that’s too much.”
“It’s nothing,” she said.
Cassidy got up and threw his arms around Amanda. “Thanks,” he said. “Now,” he turned to Chase, “what’s this about rule changes?”
“You two go ahead and talk,” Amanda said, “I have some business to do. I won’t be needing you tonight. I’m a little tired. Why don’t the two of you go to dinner? I insist, go dancing.”
“Dancing?” Chase mouthed.
“Um,” she leaned down and kissed him gently on the mouth, “go my love, you deserve a little fun. Show the kid here how it’s done.”
After she had left the room, Chase said to Cassidy, “I hope you don’t intend on giving that…”
“It’s none of your business.”
“It is my business. That asshole came to this house and…” Chase gave up and shrugged. “How much does he owe?”
“This, and more,” Cassidy said.
Chase shook his head.
“So, tell me about the rules, what changes?” Cassidy insisted.
“Amanda wants me … to … you know.”
“Fuck her? For real?” Cassidy’s eyes widened. “Why?”
“Doesn’t matter why. One night, it will be the three of us.”
“Sounds kinky,” Cassidy grinned.
Chase didn’t reply.
“That Bruce guy dug my nipples, man.”
“Mine too, thought he was going to tear ‘em off.”
““So, get decked out and we’ll go dancing, stud,” Cassidy said with a laugh, throwing the envelope in the air and catching it before running upstairs.
* * * *
They went to dinner at this quiet little Italian place with this endless buffet. Cassidy ate like a pig, making Chase wonder where in hell he put it all. They shared a bottle of wine and Chase found himself relaxing in the warm atmosphere of the restaurant. Cassidy proved to be an entertaining dinner companion, cracking jokes about their fellow diners in a low shrill tone. His sense of humor was ridiculous to the point of being juvenile, but Chase couldn’t help laughing at the accuracy of his barbs.
“Ooooh, check out the old college professor to the left, he’s with a bimbo, fake boobs and all. Now that’s a shocker … hey now, Mr. Corporate doesn’t look too happy with his uptight wife…” Cassidy’s flow paused only when the check was delivered.
“Okay, so you want to go dancing?” Suddenly Chase wasn’t in the mood for the crowds, but the look on Cassidy’s face was answer enough. His face was lit up and his eyes were glowing with excitement.
“Hell, yes. Let’s live a little.”
Chase followed Cassidy to this blaring dance place with flashing lights that Cassidy said was to die for. Chase could have passed. Not only couldn’t you hear anything, you couldn’t see anything either and it was wall to wall people, men mostly.
“This is the place for gay men,” Cassidy yelled in his ear. “Look at them all.”
“I would if I could see them,” Chase shouted back.
“What?” Cassidy demanded.
“Forget it,” Chase mouthed.
Cassidy grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the dance floor. They began to dance. There was no choice really. There were so many bodies around them that they basically had to fall in with the rhythm, or fall down. Cassidy bounced his groin against Chase’s, then smiled up at him. “You’re hot. You look hot tonight.”
He heard that. In tight faded designer jeans and a white muscle shirt, he felt pretty hot.
“Every guy in here is checking you out,” Cassidy moved his mouth against his ear. “They have no idea what that cock of yours is capable of. If they did, they’d rape you here on the dance floor.”
Chase gave Cassidy a playful shove.
Cassidy moved closer and placed a hand over the bulge in Chase’s jeans. “Juicy and thick, eight inches of pleasure.”
Chase placed his hand over Cassidy’s, making sure he kept it there. “You like my cock, eh?” He murmured, pressing his hand harder against his groin. “You want it?”
Cassidy licked his lips, grasping the form of Chase’s cock through his jeans. “Of course I want it,” he moaned softly, lifting his face up and tasting Chase’s lips teasingly. “Who in the hell in their right mind wouldn’t want it?”
Chase placed a hand on Cassidy’s right butt cheek and pulled him closer. He felt his breathing quicken. “Baby,” he whispered, meeting his eyes, “your ass was so ready last night.”
“Um, especially with all that butter you spread in there.”
Chase was laughing when Cassidy was suddenly yanked away from him. Chase sobered as he saw Jude standing there, that stupid bandana on his head.
“Where’s my money?” He demanded, throwing Chase a dirty look. “While my life is on the line, you’re wasting time playing with this creep.”
Cassidy reached in his pocket, and took out an envelope.
Chase grabbed Cassidy’s arm. “Don’t,” he said. “Don’t give him a dime.”
“Fuck you, stay out of it,” Jude gave Chase a shove.
Chase snatched the envelope out of Cassidy’s hand, and placed it in the pocket of his jeans. Then he shoved Jude back.
“Stop it,” Cassidy protested. “Give me the money, Chase.”
“I’m not letting you give him that money, Cassidy,” Chase growled. “He doesn’t give a shit about you, he’s using you.”
Jude took a swing at Chase. People began to notice, to move out of the way. Someone yelled. Chase dodged him, then, went for him. They struggled, Chase getting in a few good swings, one which knocked Jude on his ass. Suddenly Jude got up, took out a knife and grabbed Cassidy from behind. Putting the knife to his throat, he told Chase, “give me that fucking money, or I’ll cut him. I promise you, I’ll slit his throat.”
Chase froze. Cassidy’s eyes were frightened, and surprised. “Let him go, and I’ll give you the damn money,” Chase said, reaching in his pocket.
Jude let Cassidy go, pushing him away hard which landed him on his knees in front of Chase. “There you go slut, on your knees in front of your whoremaster,” he shouted at him.
Chase to
uched Cassidy lightly on the head, and then let the envelope of money drop in front of him. “Here it is,” Chase said, just as the manager and bouncers began running towards them, “come get it.”
Jude came forward, and Chase let him have it hard in the jaw. The punch landed him on his back. Then placing his foot at Jude’s throat, he said, “I believe I told you the last time that I didn’t want to see your face again. Next time I see you, I’ll break both your legs. You got it? Now, my advice to you is to get out of town. Run from your dealers, and run from me.”
Jude nodded shakily as the bouncers came running over. Two bouncers took hold of Chase and Cassidy and began escorting them to the door.
Jude was screaming now. “You bastard, you cocksucker. This isn’t over. This isn’t over!”
Outside, Chase looked at Cassidy, and gave him a wry smile, “Guess we’re barred.”
Cassidy remained quiet as Chase hailed a taxi. He held the envelope in his hand.
“Cassidy, I…” Chase began.
Cassidy held up his hand in the back of the cab. “Don’t, okay?”
“Okay,” he said.
It was late when they got home, and they crept quietly up the staircase past Amanda’s bedroom. At the door to his room, he stopped. Cassidy stopped too, looking up at him with tears in his eyes. “I don’t want to be alone tonight. Will you stay with me?”
Chase nodded, and Cassidy went into his arms. He held onto him tightly for a moment, then, Chase propelled him down the hallway to his room.
Once inside Cassidy’s room, Chase closed the door, then removed his shoes and Cassidy’s. He crawled onto the bed and brought Cassidy down beside him, his arm around him. For awhile, they lay there silently in the dark, saying nothing.
It was Cassidy that broke the silence. “I thought … I thought he loved me.”
Chase found himself squeezing Cassidy’s shoulders in a gesture of comfort. “I’m sorry, Cassidy. I…”
“You have nothing to be sorry for. You were right all along, and … you saved my life,” he sighed, “not to mention the ten grand.”
Chase said nothing.
“Why couldn’t I see it?”
“Love is blind.”
“Love is fucked. I hate love.”
Chase chuckled, squeezing his shoulders again. “I don’t think you can do that.”
“What?”
“Hate love,” Chase said softly in the darkness.
“He wasn’t like that in the beginning.”
“Drugs change a person.”
“I guess so. I would have done anything for him.”
“I know. You loved him.”
“Not anymore,” he said suddenly, “I don’t care and I…” he paused, then, he turned his face into Chase’s shirt and began to sob. “I was so scared tonight … and I wanted to save him. I…”
“You can’t save someone, Cass, unless they want to save themselves. The most important thing to him is drugs,” Chase insisted.
“He’ll come back. He isn’t finished … I know … he…,” Cassidy whispered brokenly.
“Shush, don’t worry about that now. You’re safe,” Chase told him.
He let him cry, and then after awhile, he quieted, and eventually Chase realized that he had fallen asleep. Lowering his head on top of Cassidy’s, Chase fell into a restless sleep himself. When the birds starting chirping and the sun streamed in though the window, Chase opened his eyes. Cassidy was wrapped around him like a pretzel, sound asleep. Chase tried to move but to no avail, Cassidy had him trapped.
“Cassidy,” he said, nudging him, “I have to pee. You want to let me up, please?”
Cassidy moaned slightly and opened his eyes. He smiled. “Oh, hi,” he said.
“Hi yourself,” Chase replied deeply. “I have to pee.”
Cassidy unwrapped himself from Chase’s body. “Oh, okay. Please do.”
Chase rose off the bed, rushed into the adjoining bathroom, and relieved himself, sighing with contentment.
When he turned around, Cassidy was standing there, looking young and vulnerable. His light eyes seemed to caress him for a moment. “Thanks for staying with me last night.”
“No problem,” he said.
Cassidy moved closer. “Where did you learn to punch like that?”
“My step dad was a trainer for boxers. He taught me. Cass, what are you doing?” Chase asked him, noticing how close he was all of a sudden.
“Touching you,” he said, reaching up and running his fingers over Chase’s cheek. “You should go down and show Amanda that beard you’ve got going, she’ll cream her panties.”
Chase nodded, scarcely daring to breath.
“Or maybe I’ll cream mine,” he said softly, moving closer still.
Chase cleared his throat. “You don’t have any panties on.” Somewhere during the night, Cassidy had taken off his clothes. “If you keep teasing me like that,” Chase added, his throat dry, “I’ll be ah…” He met Cassidy’s eyes meaningfully.
“You’ll be ah … what … Chase?” Cassidy held his gaze for a moment, and then issued him a wide grin. He stood aside, presenting the path, his arm swinging out like an usher in the theatre. “There are two paths, the bed or the door. Your choice.”
Chase walked past him. He glanced once at the bed, then thought better of it. “Against the rules, remember?” he said, cocking an eyebrow, and made for the door.
* * * *
As Chase got back into routine the following week, and went to his classes, he couldn’t help thinking about what Amanda said. Could Cassidy be genuinely infatuated with him? Could they be falling in love? What a bunch of crapola! It was just that sometimes when Cassidy looked at him, he … well … no, that was stupid, idiotic. They had nothing in common, number one, and secondly, he couldn’t even stand the little shit. He was cocky, and rude and naïve and … beautiful, sexy, with a tight little ass that … okay, Chase, pay attention to the teacher!
That afternoon when he came home, he went right to his room to work on a project that he had to have finished in two weeks. When the door opened, he looked up, his gaze held spellbound by an image of Cassidy in one of Amanda’s little “gifts.”
Leopard-striped material covered only Cassidy’s erect penis and tied in the back with a thin lace. The background of the fabric was so clear you could see through it. His balls hung down below uncovered, his ass naked, and his cock prominently displayed.
“What do you think, Chase?” He asked innocently, swirling around to give Chase a clear view of his cute little naked ass. “Is it too much?”
Chase swallowed, and looked down at his papers. “It’s … ah … okay.”
“That’s all? Just okay?” He sighed, standing beside him now. “Ever seen one of these before?”
“Ah, no.”
“Hey, try yours on. Where is it? I think it’s different from mine,” he said enthusiastically, opening up the top drawer of Chase’s bureau.
“Hey,” Chase protested, as Cassidy brought out the tiny little leather cloth. “Ah, how does this work? Come on, I’ll put it on you.”
Chase got up and grabbed at the material. “No, Cassidy, stop,” he tried wrestling it out of his hands. As he did, Cassidy’s erection slapped against his hand. “Feel how hard I am?” He danced away. “It’s all your fault.”
“My fault?” Chase laughed.
Cassidy wrapped his fist around his leopard sheathed cock. “Um, come over here baby, and suck it through the material.”
“Cass, no,” Chase said, but damn it was tempting. Suddenly, he paused. “Shit, it’s Amanda,” he hissed.
She was there suddenly, looking from one to another. “What’s going on?”
“Cass was modeling his new outfit.”
“Oh, let’s see,” she insisted, pulling Cassidy out in front of her. “Um, very, very nice. I’d like to see you in that too,” she said to Chase. “Bring them tonight. I think tonight is the night.” She raked her eyes over Chase, and winked at Cassi
dy. “Come Cass, you can help me downstairs bring in some packages.”
“Like this?” He squawked.
“Why not?” She laughed. “Give the neighbors a thrill.” She slapped his ass twice and hauled him out of the room.
* * * *
At seven o’clock, they ate a cold supper in Amanda’s bedroom. Chase was a little nervous, not because he’d never made love to a woman before, but because Amanda had confessed that she was in love with him. He had to admit that he felt a little awkward about that.
“Well, Cassidy,” Amanda announced suddenly, causing him to jump, “did Chase tell you that I’d fallen in love with him?”
Cassidy dropped his fork. Chase looked down at his plate. “In … in … love … you’re in love with … ah … Chase?” Cassidy said, looking at Chase now questionably.
“Yes. I thought he would have told you that,” she replied, casually lifting a fork full of mashed potatoes into her mouth.
“Does that mean that you … I mean … I’ll be leaving?”
Amanda laughed. “Good heavens, no. It’s not going to lead anywhere, but it does explain why I decided to break my own rules.”
Cassidy nodded wordlessly.
Chase sighed, playing with some mixed vegetables on his plate.
“Last time the man I loved was taken away by another, before I…” she paused and ran her eyes deliberately over Chase, “had the chance to taste him.”
“Why do you fall in love with gay men?” Cassidy asked bluntly.
“Cassidy,” Chase said, his teeth together, “really, I…”
“It’s okay, Chase,” Amanda said, pouring more wine into all three glasses, “it’s a valid question.” She paused a moment, sat back, sipped on her wine, then said, “I think a gay man can be friends with a woman in a way a straight man can never be. Scott was my best friend. We would sit for hours and talk, or sit for hours and say nothing. It was good either way. Not to mention that gay men are gorgeous … although that might seem somewhat of a stereotype!”
“Does he come around … do you see him?” Chase inquired.