by J. M. Dabney
He forced his gaze to Derrick’s and the hurt there was obvious, but better to hurt him before they did something they couldn’t take back. Derrick deserved someone to love him. God, how he wanted to be that man, to have the right to take him...claim him for his. Derrick’s beautiful face was flushed, his pupils blown with pleasure.
“Why won’t you love me?”
That question hurt, the boy didn’t understand the depth of his obsession. He jerked his hand from between them and lifted slightly to shove his pants down to expose his cock. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He shifted until he notched their cocks together. He made sure the covers concealed their lower bodies.
“I promise I won’t want more than this.”
The lie was so clear that it pained him. He captured his boy’s mouth, kissed him to the point of violence as he rutted against his beautiful boy. Derrick threw his head back breaking their kiss. He held onto a semblance of his control but all that shattered with one single word.
“Daddy!”
He rolled them until Derrick was on top. His cock pushed into the crease of Derrick’s ass. He spat onto his left hand and started to jack his boy’s cock. “Ride me, boy.”
Derrick’s nails dug into his chest, and he felt every time Derrick’s hole brushed his cock. Derrick was arched above him, face to the ceiling and he’d never seen anything as beautiful. He sensed it in his soul that this sweet boy was made for him and he was so unworthy of Derrick. He grabbed Derrick’s silky hair with his free hand and forced his boy down so he could reach his mouth. He’s never craved kisses as much as he did with Derrick. As they rubbed their bodies together, he removed his grip from Derrick’s cock and reached behind Derrick to fuck him raw with a single finger. It was too much and not enough, his boy whimpered and whispered Daddy repeatedly.
“Tonight, you’re mine. I want to see you come.” His hand slammed with such force against Derrick’s ass that the slap resounded. “Tell Daddy how much you love being fucked by him. You asked for it.” He released Derrick’s hair, moved his boy up until his cock was free and his free hand fisted the cover at the small of Derrick’s back. As his boy worked to get off, he took his own cock in hand, pressed the tip to Derrick’s hole and jerked off. He wanted his boy to wear his scent.
Derrick hugged his neck, and he positioned his head close enough to Derrick’s ear for the boy to hear every word. He didn’t want to share any of that with anyone. If he could only savor this for one night, he was going to make sure Derrick knew it wasn’t empty—that it meant more than just the pleasure of getting off. “Daddy has wanted you so long.”
“Yes.”
“You gonna cum for me, boy?”
Derrick only hummed an answer, and he noticed the moment his boy’s body lost rhythm. He jacked his dick harder, almost painfully, imagined the grip of his boy’s hole, precum barely enough to ease the friction. Derrick froze above him, and in the chaos, he’d pushed too hard, and the tip of his cock breached Derrick’s tightness. Wetness spread between their bellies and the scent of sex became overwhelming—it was sweat and musk. He drew it deep into his lungs to memorize for the lonely times ahead. He gripped the base of his cock to keep from coming too soon. If tonight was all he got, he wanted everything. His boy was going to be sore from the lack of lube.
“Fuck, boy, so goddamn tight.” The muscles reluctantly gave as he shallowly fucked his boy with the fat head of his dick and he barely jerked from Derrick’s body before he spilled his seed all over Derrick’s plump ass. He released the fabric from his hand, not caring if they were exposed. He massaged every drop of cum until the pleasure ebbed away. “I wanted every drop inside you. God, boy, you’re going to break my fucking heart.” He confessed with his mouth to Derrick’s.
All thought of conversation about the job ended as his boy laid relaxed and sweaty on his chest. He didn’t care about his sticky hand or the cum cooling on their skin. His arms embraced Derrick too tightly as he buried his face in the curve of his boy’s shoulder. It was heaven and hell, everything he needed and knew he couldn’t have. He whispered he was sorry not realizing his boy was still awake.
“It’s okay. We’ll be fine.”
It was another bittersweet lie, and they both knew it, but neither of them acknowledged that. He had so many sins to pay for, but this was his greatest of all. Falling in love with Derrick was his darkest secret, and while he couldn’t act upon it, that didn’t mean he regretted it. He’d take whatever punishment he deserved when the operation was over. He would’ve sold what was left of his soul for this one night.
Derrick Had a Lot to Think About
Derrick pretended not to watch Gage as the man packed up their things into the suitcase they shared. He’d already put Gage’s suits back into the garment bag. Gage hadn’t touched him again except to sleep or carry on the act, but the first night there still played repeatedly in his head. He regretted the promise he made. All he’d thought about for years was being loved on by Hayden Gage, and he’d had one night of belonging to the man. That morning, he’d awakened before Gage and looked down at the strong arm that had held him close, also the one under his head.
It had taken everything in him not to gasp at the neat rows of scars on the man’s forearms. Some were pink enough to be only a few weeks old, and a couple still had scabs. He’d always found it odd that Gage wore long-sleeved shirts no matter the season. If he hadn’t been so turned on, he probably would’ve noticed them the other night. He’d seen the scars of self-harm before. Quite a few of the Crews members had them. Unlike Gage’s, they were pale, some hidden by tattoos.
He’d held still as not to wake Gage up, but he tenderly stroked each mark he could with the man’s arms around him. At one point, he lifted his head slightly to brush his lips to them. He wondered if that’s why Gage wouldn’t let him close. As many cuts as he saw, he had a feeling those were only a few. Gage was the only man he’d ever wanted, and it broke him that his man suffered in silence—alone with a razor and his thoughts.
He didn’t regret their night together or that he waited for Gage to be his first. That night made him realize that he would just have to be patient and let Gage know he wasn’t going anywhere. Gage had to feel something for him, and when this operation was over, when they brought Cameron home, Gage was his. Yet first they had a job to do, and he wasn’t looking forward to dealing with his dads. Crew didn’t keep secrets, and what Gage and him did probably already made the rounds.
“Ready to go?”
He looked up to catch Gage’s smile. “Yeah.”
Pure and Raul walked in. They were still in their roles and came to take their bags. Pure had been unusually quiet. The man wasn’t much of a talker, but something else was going on and he wondered if it was having to be there. Witnessing people walking around in practically nothing and being led around. Pure wasn’t a prude, but something was bothering the man.
“We have information when we get out of here.”
He watched as Raul and Gage exchanged looks, then they were on the move. Gage in front, him behind followed by the other two men. He hadn’t been left alone in days, and he was looking forward to a bit of privacy back at the hotel. Maybe a shower where he knew he wasn’t being watched. They descended the steps and Forester was waiting at the bottom.
“Hayden, Derrick, could I have a moment in my office?”
The man appeared friendly enough, and Gage and Forester seemed to bond over their conversations. Last night had been slightly embarrassing, his ass and back were still tender from the lash of the flogger Gage had used on him. They’d discussed the scene, and Gage had promised if he said no, that they wouldn’t do it. Gage had taken such care when securing him to the cross. Made sure that he was covered so that no one could see his dick. With his forehead leaned on the cross he could ignore everyone but Gage.
He was hoping one day that they could have another night with the flogger in a more private setting.
“Of course.”
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p; Gage motioned him forward and placed his hand on Derrick’s lower back. He let Gage lead him to the office, following Forester. Once they were inside, Forester closed the doors, and it was just the two of them.
“In the years I’ve been doing this, I’ve never been informed of someone watching my home. I did some checking on Trenton Security when I was informed, and it’s a business with some rather...colorful headlines attached to it and the facial recognition I did on the man positioned a mile away comes back to an Alex Quintin. Former Navy man. Runs Quintin Investments with his former girlfriend. They have a daughter who was reported missing not long ago.”
“You’re pretty good with running a search,” Gage said. His tone was free of emotion. Gage hadn’t even tensed.
“If you had approached me in the beginning, I would’ve allowed you full access. If you went through all the trouble of creating a false identity to get into my home, it must be important.”
“As you already know, Alex Quintin’s daughter disappeared. We’ve been tracking down information on auctions and private acquisitions. Your event came up as a point of interest. We built the fake identity to join your event on the off-chance that you purchased Cameron.”
“We’re a very private group of individuals, and while our get-togethers are secret, there is nothing in the least illegal about consenting adults agreeing to have some fun. Yes, the young men and women are paid to be here, but they’re paid quite well. As you learned, I show them the greatest respect.”
“I know, but you have to understand we had to try. Every other lead was a bust.”
“You didn’t get this from me,” Forester said as he turned to pick up a thumb drive from the desk.
When the man turned around, the expression was all wrong.
“As I told you the other night, we occasionally check to make sure that our guests aren’t being abusive. I was called down to our security office in the middle of the night and shown a tape of an incident that happened. When I spoke with one of the participates, I decided to use the information that I learned about you.”
“What’s on it?” Gage took the drive.
“I typically don’t worry about what happens outside my home, but one of my guests brought abhorrent behavior here. Francois and another of the guests used Kray in a disgusting manner. It was quite clear they didn’t have his consent to do so. Security followed me to the room. I informed both that they were to leave and Kray would remain with me. I threatened to call the cops if he wasn’t, but unfortunately, as far as I know, Kray is an adult and filming people is also against the law, he chose to leave with Francois. I will pay quite well for you to remove him from the situation he’s in. I’ve been told by a few people that you’ve done several jobs in the past that were less than legal.”
The horror and sadness on Forester’s face was clear, and he was sure the guilt was eating the man up. They’d already agreed to follow Francois and rescue the young man.
“We’d already planned on it. Do you know anything about him? Anything would help.”
“Francois Arsenault has a company in New York City, but has a home outside the city. He has dual citizenship and regularly travels outside the country. A file I have of his personal stats, addresses, contact information are all on the drive.”
“When did they leave?”
“They were escorted off the property at four a.m. and were followed to the airport.”
“What isn’t on the drive?”
“He’s a very powerful man. Friends in every level of government and business, and I have a feeling that’s why he gets away with what he does. It has been mentioned several times in the past he has collected an impressive harem and last night proves the rumor I heard true that he likes to share. If you’re looking for someone who may have purchased someone, again merely speculation, he’s done it in the past.
“Hayden, I will say be careful with this one. Don’t just go in demanding, I can tell you, he’s the type of man to make problems disappear. Kray doesn’t deserve to have his life cut short before he’s actually had a chance to live one.”
The tension in the room amped up to the point that it was oppressive. his brain was only thinking of what Kray suffered, probably was suffering. That French fucker could’ve already gotten rid of Kray. Gage asked a few more questions, and Forester willingly answered every one. They didn’t waste time returning to Pure and Raul, and then they were in the limo and on the way back to the hotel in no time. Gage already had his phone out talking to Linus, and Pure and Raul were coordinating with the rest of team on the new direction of the mission.
Could it be that simple? Luck played a big role in solving crimes all the time, and if they could save Kray and Cameron, he didn’t care how it happened. If the bastard was as dangerous as Forester made out, then there could be more people suffering. They made plans and had it all in motion before the car pulled up in front of their hotel.
The look on Linus’ face didn’t bode well for when they were alone, but he didn’t have time to think about that. They had a meeting to get to, and he’d deal with the fall out later. He was an adult, and he had no issues with what happened. When the time came, he’d tell them exactly that.
When Gage Fucked Up, He Went All Out
“I didn’t fucking send my son to you so you could fuck him.” Linus’ voice was dangerously calm.
He was waiting for the other man to throw a punch, but it hadn’t happened yet. He hadn’t meant for their act to shift into more. Yet he wouldn’t regret it happened. He still remembered the heat and tightness of Derrick’s hole around the head of his dick. When he fucked up, he made it one for the books. Derrick was avoiding him anyway. Maybe the boy came to his senses and figured out that he wasn’t worth the effort. He mentally growled at his own thoughts. Wasn’t that what he wanted? When the operation inside Forester’s house ended, so did the act. It had made him admit things to himself that he’d ignored over the years—he’d fallen in love, and it wouldn’t work out between him and his boy. He had too many secrets to make it fair to Derrick.
“I didn’t fuck him. We had to talk while being watched. I wouldn’t have gotten the information I needed if we made Forester suspicious.” He didn’t need to explain anything to Linus, and while their moment hadn’t been private, he wouldn’t lay out the details, especially not to his fucking boss.
“Apparently, your act wasn’t good enough because he made y’all within hours.”
“That might be true, but he gave us the information we needed. We’ve solved shit by luck before.”
“Gage, we have to be realistic, Alex…”
“Alex is fine. Hope is not a bad thing. I’m going to find Cameron no matter what it takes. I can do this on my own.”
“Shut the fuck up. You’re not doing anything alone. And while we have some privacy, don’t fuck with my son. If you ain’t keeping him leave him the fuck alone. Are we understood?”
He clenched his back teeth and prepared himself to lie. Hadn’t he already promised himself that he would leave Derrick alone? It was torture to be in the same room with him. For nearly a week, he’d had the freedom to touch his boy in any way he wanted. He’d memorized every inch of Derrick. Every freckle or mole, pale scars were committed to memory. He knew what the stripes of pink welts from a flogger looked like in contrast to Derrick’s lightly tanned back and ass.
“Gage, you’re one of my best friends, but you’ve...you’ve pulled away the last few years. You got your secrets, we all do, but this being a parent shit sucks a lot of the time, and I don’t want my son hurt. He’s already had enough pain growing up.”
“Ain’t shit going on, man. Derrick has a talent for undercover work. He was made to work law enforcement.”
The pride that took over Linus’ expression couldn’t be mistaken for anything else. “I wanted to offer him a job with us, but he wants to prove something to Powers. That he isn’t his bastard father. I support it even if I don’t like it. I will warn you, sleep light around H
unter. He wants blood.”
He shook his head and knew Hunter was more protective of Derrick, Linus would take him out because it upset his husband. He wasn’t stupid enough to think that this was the end of the discussion. Once the operation was over, he’d probably pay for supposedly taking advantage of Derrick.
“What’s the plan?”
“We’re setting up a base of operation near Arsenault’s residence. Margo, Little and Livingston are already on their way. We need to have a meeting with Alex, and he’s waiting for us in the living room. Gage, we have to be honest with him about this. All our leads have dried up, and unless they left from a private airstrip, then she’s still stateside.”
“I know, man. I do. Let me take the lead.”
“You’re on point for this one. Once we’re together, though, there’s some information on the boy.”
He nodded and took a deep breath as they both exited his room. Derrick was taking up one side of the couch, crossed leg as Derrick scrolled through something on the tablet he was holding. Alex looked thinner, and his handsome face was marred with a permanent frown. He was about to destroy his best friend’s hopes. Raul was leaned back on a dining table a few feet behind where Pure was seated on the floor cleaning his rifle. Pure hadn’t spoken to him since they’d left the estate. They’d have to have a private conversation soon. If they couldn’t work as a team, it would put all of them in danger.