by Kit Fortier
Fox reached his hand back and stroked Jake’s hair as Jake eventually came down from his high. He kissed and licked where he bit—not hard enough to break skin, but it would definitely leave a mark.
“My turn,” Fox said. Jake nodded. He let his robe drop in a pile at his feet as Fox dug out the lube and applied some to himself.
“Give it to me, Fox. Like I did to you.”
Fox nodded, kissing Jake’s shoulder, the middle of the back of his neck.
“Ready or not,” Fox whispered. Jake nodded.
With a single thrust, Jake was agonizingly aware of every inch of his man pushed inside him. The sudden invasion was painful without preparation. But the pain subsided into a dull ache, then the pleasure. Pleasure in the fact that he and his man were joined together. Pleasure that his innermost flesh wrapped tight around Fox's hard, thick length inside him.
Jake shuddered and moaned, and Fox shushed him quietly.
“We can’t be heard, baby.”
Jake nodded. “Give it to me, Foxy.”
Jake gave into the rhythmic hard rocking that was Fox’s thrusts and pulls. His man’s dick brushed hard over his gland sending shockwaves of white hot pleasure up Jake’s spine and into his brain. He listened to Fox’s breath. It was steady at first, but soon became erratic as Jake’s ass had been battered within an inch of its life.
Then, hard, sharp, radiating pain and pleasure all at once stabbed into Jake.
As he had done to Fox, there was a bite on the back of his neck. The sensation threatened to make him climax all over again as his man’s release filled him.
Fox collapsed against his back, one sweaty heap against another.
“Fuck,” Fox whispered.
“Yep. That’s what we did,” Jake snickered. Fox’s lips pressed against his back again, followed by the feeling of being draped with something soft.
“Let’s go get cleaned up, papa bear,” Fox murmured as he tied his husband’s robe closed, and then his own. He took Jake’s hand and lead him inside, closing the doors to the balcony and their bedroom behind them. They crossed into their bathroom, where Fox turned on the shower.
“Feel better?” Jake’s husband asked.
Jake could only nod.
“Kind of a rush isn’t it?” Fox grinned. “It’s different at the lake. It’s not like anyone’s going to come around. But all anyone really has to do is look up from the beach, and ‘surprise!’”
Jake chuckled. “And what a surprise,” he said. “Hot, buff surfer beach boy…”
“And sizzling, hard mountain man,” Fox grinned, stepping into the shower.
Jake watched Fox soap him up before taking him in his arms, kissing him lovingly. “Thank you.”
Fox merely raised an eyebrow at his man. He smiled and finished soaping himself up as well.
*** Eric
A rhythmic, evenly spaced huffing sound pulled Eric from a restful sleep. He vaguely remembered being under Ben’s arm on the beach, to a fog of being stripped down gently in the bedroom. He recalled a warm washcloth being rubbed over his feet. The last thing he remembered was nestling against Ben's chest in bed. Ben wasn’t in bed, though.
Eric rolled over, seeing Ben pop up and down over the edge of the mattress. Push-ups. His man was doing push-ups. Alternating, single-handed ones at that. Eric crawled to the edge of the bed and watched him.
He caught Ben’s eye, who smiled through his exercise. Eventually, he popped up, a light sheen of sweat dripping from his forehead through his torso.
“Morning, B,” Eric smiled.
Ben bent at the waist to kiss Eric on the forehead. “Morning, E.”
“How long was I out?”
Ben glanced at his watch. “About ten hours.”
“I’ve been out since eight last night?”
“Nothing wrong with that.”
“No, it—you’re right. There’s nothing wrong with it. I’ve just don’t remember ever sleeping that long before.”
Ben sat down next to Eric, taking him under his arm.
“Probably has to do with the company,” Ben said, kissing him on the head.
Eric knew that was partly true. But in the past, he’d never known safety, or security. He only knew that he’d wake up to pounding doors or panic attacks or late nights and early mornings of work.
“Whatever’s going on in that shaggy head of yours, let it go, baby,” Ben said.
Eric smiled. “You mean I should let this go?” He said, sliding a hand over Ben’s glistening chest. “Or this?” Eric puts a hand on Ben’s face, relishing in the touch of his slightly stubbled chin. “I can’t let go of this,” Eric said, straddling Ben and kissing him deeply.
The two kissed until Eric pulled away, smiling.
“You’re poking me down there, big guy.”
Ben blushed. “Can’t help it.”
Eric put his hands on Ben’s chest. “Wouldn’t want you to. But…”
Ben raised an eyebrow. “But…?”
“I’m sorta hungry,” Eric said, ducking his head bashfully. “Not that I don’t want you, but I need food.” Eric smiled faintly as Ben took him by the chin.
“Then let’s get you breakfast, and we’ll figure this out.” A lewd tapping sensation pressed against Eric’s rear, which made him laugh, “after.”
The little guy nodded, giving Ben a quick peck on the lips.
Ben disappeared into the bathroom. The sound of the shower kicking on hissed through the room. Eric dressed comfortably for a late summer day as Ben padded into the room, drying himself off. He couldn’t help but feel his mouth go dry at the sight of Ben’s body, his manhood swinging with each jostle, each twist. A chuckling sound brought Eric’s attention to Ben’s face.
“You, uh, have a little drool, right there.” Ben pointed at the side of his own mouth. Eric’s hand zipped up to his face. There wasn’t any.
“Gotcha,” Ben whispered through a smile.
“Well, I admit I kinda lost it there when…” Eric started as Ben put a foot on the edge of the bed, drying his legs off.
“Breakfast, E?” Ben snickered.
“I like breakfast.” Eric spaced out as Ben pushed him back onto the bed, straddling him—Ben naked, Eric fully dressed.
“I know, li’l guy.” Ben grinned affectionately. “I meant we should get some. Clearly, you’re not thinking straight.” Ben smiled as he took Eric’s face for a kiss. Eric whimpered.
“There’s no way I could have both, is there?” Eric grinned. “Maybe eat breakfast off of this?” He gently raked his fingers over Ben’s chest.
“’Fraid not, my man. Way too messy. I don’t think I can get syrup and egg bits out of this easily.” Ben took Eric’s hands, guiding them through the soft mat of hair on his chest, slowly. The feel of his warmth, his strength, made the little guy shiver and whimper. Ben led Eric's hands over his nipples. He shuddered under his man’s touch and hummed through his arousal. Eric smiled.
“You don’t play fair, Big Ben.”
“Did you really think I would?” Ben smirked. Eric laughed and lurched forward to hug his man.
“Nope. Let’s eat. Then we can play.”
“Deal.”
Ben dressed in one of the tank tops Fox bought him. Eric approved, playfully tweaking a nipple that poked through the side. He darted through the door and around the corner until he found himself lifted from the waist and whirled around by a growling giant who playfully mauled his neck in retaliation. Ben set his man down, smiling as he took his hand. They wandered into the dining area of the common room. Four plates loaded with eggs, bacon, and pancakes sat steaming. Jake and Fox came in from the kitchenette area, smiling.
“Hey there boys,” Jake opened. “Dig in—we’re going to check out the house today.”
Looks like our fun’s going to have to wait, big guy.
I’m not mad. It’ll be worth it.
“Only the one?” Ben asked.
“Fox said it was the only house he wanted,” Ja
ke grinned.
Fox rolled his eyes. “Everything else was upwards of three million dollars, big guy. And this house has two stories, with a kitchen upstairs and one downstairs. Your dad and I can take the second floor, and you guys can do your thing on the first floor.”
“Is this so you guys can be naked all the time when you’re home?” Ben cut straight to the point.
Fox snorted. Jake blushed.
“You got it,” Fox laughed, earning him a pinch from Jake.
“You’re gonna have to call ahead if you want to come downstairs then,” Ben smirked.
Fox and Jake shared a look. The younger husband shrugged. “Like father, like son.” Jake laughed through a mouthful of eggs.
Eric piped in, having polished off his plate. “I can be dressed,” he tried to add.
Ben kissed him—the taste of syrup was thick on his lips. “You can, but you don’t have to be.”
Jake snorted. Fox smiled.
“Gonna have to set some ground rules, some boundaries,” Jake grumbled.
“Like hours of the day we can and can’t be walking around in our birthday suits?” Fox waggled his eyebrows at his husband.
“Like neutral zones?” Ben snickered.
“Maybe just shorts?” Eric chimed in.
“Baby, you’re not helping the argument,” Ben nudged Eric, and Eric nudged back.
“Eric gets a say, Ben. I like his thinking—but I don’t want to cramp anyone’s style,” Jake finished his breakfast, leaning back in his chair.
Ben pouted. “I wanna be naked all the time,” he whined. Jake chuckled uncomfortably.
Not really, E—I just like seeing Dad squirm a little.
You’re so mean.
Ben winked at Eric, who smiled in return.
“We’ll see. We still need a house. Everyone done?” Fox started clearing plates. Eric stood and helped.
“It’s okay, buddy. It’s only four plates.”
“And I’ll take ‘em,” Eric said with a smile. Fox nodded.
*** Fox
The smile Fox wore didn’t escape Jake’s notice as they drove down North Coast Highway 101. But the younger husband only took the older one’s hand and continued his focus on the road.
“Here’s Moonlight Beach, Ben,” Jake pointed out the passenger window.
“How far away is this house?” Ben asked.
“Just down this street,” Fox said, pulling off the main road into a smaller residential two-way. They soon pulled up alongside a navy blue house with white trim. An older red sedan sat out in front, presumably the real estate agent.
“Good morning, gents!” A perky brunette in business casual attire stepped out to greet Jake and Fox. She gave a friendly, open smile and nod to the younger guys. “My name is Shelly. I understand you boys are in the market for a house?”
Fox nodded. “This one, in particular, if it’s available.”
Shelly nodded brightly in return. “Come on inside!”
Less than twenty minutes passed before Fox gave Jake the thumbs up, with the boys’ eager approval. Jake and Shelly negotiated the terms, and Fox wrote a check that paid off the house entirely.
“You know I’m gonna work to put that back in your account,” Jake whispered in Fox’s ear. Shelly took the boys on a tour of their part of the house while he and Jake sat at the kitchen counter upstairs. “If I have to pull up all the gold in California, I’ll pay you back.”
“Let’s make it half, papa bear. It’s our house now.” Fox took Jake’s hand and planted a kiss on it. Jake smiled.
“Alright. Half.” Jake flipped Fox’s hand over and kissed his hand in return.
A thundering noise rumbled its way up the stairs. Ben and Eric popped in, all smiles, with Shelly in tow not far behind. She had a delighted grin.
“I think these young men have picked out their room. It’s nice!”
“Great bathroom. Nice view of the beach from every window,” Ben said, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
“I like the fireplace in the bedroom,” Eric offered with a bright smile.
“I think we got everything we need for today, Jake, Fox,” Shelly said. “The sellers are heading out of town soon, so I need to get back and clear things away with your check and the paperwork. But let’s meet back here tomorrow, alright?” Shelly gently herded the men down the stairs and out the front door.
“You got it. Thank you, Shelly,” Jake said, shaking her hand. Fox followed suit.
“No problem. You boys made this a breeze.”
Fox was practically bouncing in his seat on the way back to the hotel.
“Baby, you’re killing me,” Jake laughed. He put a hand on Fox’s knee.
“We got a house,” Fox’s joy jitters couldn’t be contained.
“In one more day, yes.”
“We got a house we got a house we got a house we got a house…”
Jake grinned at his husband.
“This is really happening, right?” Fox kissed Jake’s hand, still focused on the road.
“Absolutely. Starting our family.”
“Hear, hear,” Ben chimed in from the back seat.
“There’s a dealership I want us to visit,” Jake said. “It’s up the five a little bit, in Carlsbad.”
“Nice,” Fox smiled. “You ready for this, big guy?”
The look of excitement on Ben’s face gave both Fox and Jake a happy grin. They pulled into a car lot and parked—practically accosted immediately by a salesman in a suit on a hot summer day.
An hour on the lot yielded a lot of results. In the end, they went with a large, dark metallic blue electric SUV. Because it was brand new, it came with all manner of bells and whistles that would be useful on or off the road. Aside from a truck, it was one of the few vehicles Ben didn’t feel cramped in.
Jake paid in full with a single swipe of his debit card. The paperwork went by expeditiously.
“Can you drive, Eric?” Fox asked. Eric shook his head.
“Never had much opportunity. And I could never afford it.”
Fox and Jake looked at each other.
“We’ll teach you, alright, buddy? Then we’ll set you up. California is almost impossible to live in without a car,” Jake said.
Fox worried when there was no reply. But then Eric yelped.
“You’re not dreaming, E,” Ben snickered.
“Ben, the next time you pinch me, I will pluck out five chest hairs, I swear!” Eric cried, a laugh in his voice.
Both the Hughes men put a hand to their chests and winced.
“Follow us back to the hotel, big guy?” Jake asked.
“Sure. I’m taking Eric.”
“Yeah, we figured,” Fox drawled, slightly sarcastic. Ben smirked. But before he got into his new car, he strode over to his father.
“Thanks, Dad.”
The elder Hughes man held the younger one close.
“Thank you, son.”
The day had passed into the afternoon. The boys had taken off to the beach. Fox washed and dried the dishes from breakfast and began putting them away when Jake called.
“Fox…”
The tone of his husband’s voice had an edge that concerned him. He put down the frying pan he’d finished drying and wiped his hands as he came into the living room. Jake was reading from his tablet.
“What’s up, big guy?”
“There was an incident at the Vegas police department this morning,” Jake murmured. “Three officers died from strangulation at the police station. There weren’t any signs of a struggle.”
Fox sat down next to Jake and asked for the tablet.
“The reports mentioned the guard at the holding cells opened a cell and walked away from it. A woman calmly walked out and choked each officer out on the way to the door. There were others in the office, but she only killed the ones in her way. No one stopped her. It was as if no one saw anything happening but the cameras. It was only until she had been gone about fifteen minutes before the others in
the office noticed the bodies.”
Fox’s eyes were struggling between horrified concern and absolute shock. “Was it the witch?”
“That’s what the cameras saw.”
Fox gave the tablet back to Jake and pulled out his cell. “I’m gonna call the boys back.”
10. A Change in Temperature
** Ben
Ben never heard Fox worried before. It put him on guard the moment Fox asked him to come back to the suite.
E, baby—we’re heading back, okay?
What’s wrong?
Fox asked us to come back to the suite. I’m sure he’ll tell us when we get there.
Within moments, the two younger men were locking the suite door behind them. Dad and Fox greeted them in the living room.
“Hey boys,” the older Hughes man called out. “We need to talk.”
Ben shuffled Eric behind him and glared at his dads.
“No—Ben, it’s nothing like that, buddy,” Fox sighed. “Please, take a seat, okay?”
Ben waited until Eric shifted behind him, crossing to the love seat across from the others. Ben sat next to his man, his arm draped over the shorter man’s shoulders.
“What’s wrong?” Ben asked.
“The woman who tried to kidnap Eric broke out of jail.” Dad didn’t beat around the bush. “She killed three officers on her way out.”
“Was there—how did she do that?” Eric looked panicked, confused.
“We think she used glamours,” Fox offered. “She made everyone see whatever she wanted them to see and escaped. It’s likely the men she killed didn’t even realize what was happening to them.”
Eric looked at Ben, the fear etched into his face. “Do you think she’s going to come after me?”
Ben held Eric close.
“We don’t know,” his Dad said. “She wasn’t all that subtle leaving the police station. It’s not… Fox and I believe she might.”