Page 2 (continued)
DeAnna Zankich
Sequel is | No Mermaid
Summary: The boys struggle through another transition in their deepening relationship. One thing always leads to another.
Warnings: None
"Mum-you're being great. I'm . . ." he smiled into her eyes. "I'm
really glad you're here."
She grazed her finger over the bridge of his nose. "He'll come
back. He needs you. It was just an argument, Vince. You two are
going through a lot right now. You have to expect some emotional ups
and downs."
Vince stood up, taking her face in his hands. He kissed her forehead
and gave her a weary smile. "You're right, he'll come home. I don't
want to keep you waiting here all night."
"Oh, no," Hazel said. "I'm not missing my chance to crack him upside
his head when he does decide come in! The little bastard is worrying
you to death. He deserves a right bollocking and I'm just the angry
mother to do it."
Vince smiled at her enthusiasm. "Somehow I don't think he'll be very
receptive to that."
"Like he ever was," she said and then she laughed, brightly. "That's
what makes it fun!"
He just shook his head.
Hazel went down to the main level and walked over to the phone. "I'm
trying Nathan again. I have the feeling he's going to be our winning
contestant tonight."
"Hm," Vince said, more to himself. "Funny. I think it's going to be
Brian." He went to the desk and sat in the chair, looking up at
Hazel while she dialed.
"Have you got a photo of this Brian?" she asked, placing the receiver
against her ear.
"Uh . . ." Vince cast a sidelong glance at the computer. "We do,
but . . ."
She smirked, ruffling his hair. "If he's naked in it, all the
better. That way I'll know the real reason your cheeky lover likes
him so much. Hello, Nathan?" She turned her attention to the
phone. "Hazel here. Any luck?"
Vince watched her face hopefully but her expression remained
discouraging as she listened to Nathan's report.
"Right," she said. "Okay. Have you tried Via Fossa? Good, good.
That's my boy. Right, then. Try staying put for about ten more
minutes and then move on to Poptastic. Keep us posted, luv. Thanks
again." She hung up and shrugged. "Nothing yet. But Nathan's
treating this like some contest that he's bound and determined to
win. So, at least we have his full attention on the task at hand."
Vince shook his head. "Christ, I don't want that kid to find him.
Not with the state Stuart's in tonight."
"Is he just drunk?" Hazel said. "Drunk passes. Or the drunk himself
passes out. Either way, it passes. If his being drunk is all that's
worrying you, then-"
"No, Mum . . . it's . . . more than that. He's . . . drunk and a bit
mad from my refusing to shag him. He tends to get a bit . . .
aggressive if he doesn't come often enough," he smiled
sheepishly. "I'm sure that's WAY more than you care to know but,
that's the crux of why I'm concerned. He might do anything in his
current state."
"You make being horny sound like a deadly illness," she said.
"With Stuart, it nearly is. He gets feral. He's-"
"A bloody sexaholic!" Hazel finished grandly. "We all know that,
luv. "And tonight, that glowing personality trait will be working in
our favor. He needs sex so he'll go where sex can be had. I have a
feeling about this. If he's not with that bloody Brian, then he's
down at Canal Street where he won't get passed our bloody Nathan.
The kid's Stuart-radar is quite keen, if you recall."
"Better keep his fuckin' hands off him if he does find him," Vince
muttered.
"Yeah, well . . . we might have to take whatever we can get tonight.
Desperate measures are afoot. The point is to get him home and back
into YOUR bed, right?"
"Right."
"Fine, then. We'll take him however we can get him." She dropped
her hands onto her hips and stared accusingly at the silent
telephone. "So, where the bleedin' hell is he?"
Vince stared at the phone, as well, his mind racing with a million
terrible thoughts.
* * *
Brian:
The plan was to get Stuart another drink to chill him all the way out
and then sit him down somewhere so Brian could slip away to call
Vince. Sounded simple in theory, but there was always something
unforeseen just waiting to toss a wrench in the mechanism. For
Brian, said wrench was the small but inalterable fact that Stuart
would not stop kissing him.
They were sitting in a booth upstairs at Babylon and Stuart was
nuzzling his neck and biting his ear lobes in that way Brian loved
and he just couldn't concentrate. He kept trying to get up using the
excuse that he had to go for a piss, but those hot, tasty little
kisses just nailed Brian's ass to that seat. Stuart's hands were all
over him, lifting his shirt and stroking his belly, tickling his
nipples and gently pulling on the soft hairs just above his navel.
Brian's cock was so hard it hurt.
Stuart was sucking his bottom lip for all he was worth and then
someone was touching Brian's shoulder. Annoyed at the interruption
of all that intense sexual teasing, he glowered up at the person
standing there only to see a familiar face. It was that kid from
last night-that blonde that said Stuart got his cherry. Fuck, what
was his name again?
"Nathan!" Stuart squealed, throwing his arms around the kid and
smacking his lips with a big, wet kiss.
"Uh, hiya," the kid said, a bit stunned by the affectionate
response. But he was only stunned for a moment and then he got his
legs under him again. "Mind if I cut in?"
"As a matter of fact, I do," Brian said, frowning. "In fact, why
don't you fuck off?"
"Oooohh," Nathan said, laughing at him. "You ARE rude, aren't you?"
"He's not rude," Stuart said by way of a defense. "He's American."
"I know, Stuart. We've met. Listen-" The kid turned Stuart's chin
and started whispering in his ear. While both their attention was
diverted, Brian whipped out his cell phone.
The line barely rang once before Vince picked it up. "Hello?" he
said, frantically.
"Hey. It's Brian. I've got your lost kitten."
* * *
Vince:
He sighed, deeply relieved. "Oh thank God! Where are you?"
"Um . . . I think we're in Babylon. We-"
Suddenly the phone went dead in Vince's ear and his breath stopped in
his chest. Hazel looked at him with wide eyes.
"What?" she demanded.
"I lost him. It was Brian. He said he was with Stuart and they were
at Babylon."
"Right," she said. "Pull up your socks, let's go!"
* * *
Brian:
Stuart closed his phone and dropped it back into the pocket of
Brian's leather jacket. He wagged his finger back and forth in front
of Brian's face, shaking his head.
"Don't you be naughty, luv," he warned. "I'm not ready to go home
yet and I don't want you ringing Vince again. I'll tell YOU when I
want to go home. I'm not some fucking child that needs minding, all
right?"
"You're not?" Brian said. "Could have fooled me. You're certainly
acting like a big baby."
Stuart pouted. "Aww. You're not really going to be like that, are
you? We were having so much fun . . ." He crawled across the booth
and straddled Brian's hips, sitting down on him in one swift
movement. Even lit, this guy was agile as a panther.
"Stuart," Nathan began but Stuart silenced him with a cold glare.
"Nathan. If you're here to tattle on me as well, then you can just
fuck off. I've just said that I'm not ready to go home and I meant
it. So why don't you run along and let me play with my lovely
American friend in peace."
Looking distinctly wounded, Nathan stood up and glowered at
Stuart. "You always were a right twat when you were drunk. Fuck
off, then. I'm calling Vince." He walked away in a well-executed
drama princess huff and Brian couldn't help passing a glance over the
kid's ass. Tight as a drum, of course. You could bounce a quarter
off that ass.
Not that the ass he had his hands on presently was too damn shabby,
either. Brian scooted down in the booth so his hips slid under
Stuart's. Little wiggle here, little shift there and voila-hard-ons
throbbing against each other through two pairs of jeans. What more
could a guy want in this world? He grinned at Stuart and slipped his
fingers up under his shirt, stroking the satiny skin over those solid
abs.
"Still need a piss?" Stuart asked, leaning in so he could whisper.
Brian knew where he was going and he felt a tinge of guilt as he
considered going there with him. Bathroom stalls made such great
places to get your dick sucked.
Stuart's teeth captured Brian's bottom lip and chewed it gently.
Someone was moaning and after a second, Brain realized it was
himself. He stuck his tongue in Stuart's mouth and kissed him, deep
and wet, letting his fingers do the walking down the front of that
tight belly to the top button of Stuart's fly. Quickly, he unhooked
that button then found the zipper and tugged it down. Within
seconds, Stuart's hard cock was in his grasp-slick and throbbing and
feeling like hot silk stretched over solid rock in his hand. Stuart
let out one of his purry moans and Brian almost blew his load in his
shorts.
"Fuck!" he said. "What IS it about you?"
Stuart groaned and kissed him roughly. "Brian . . . I need to come
so badly . . . please . . ." He held onto the cushion behind Brian's
head and rocked his hips to get the stroking going.
Almost overcome with lust, Brian looked up at him and grabbed his
hips. "Up on the table. Sit. On the table." He hoisted Stuart up
with his hands and the lithe brunette parked his ass on the edge of
the faux wood surface, spreading his lean thighs wide.
Stuart tilted back and supported his weight with his hands behind him
and his feet on the slick cushion of the booth's seat. Brian sat up
and took hold of that throbbing cock in front of him, licking the
length of it with his tongue.
They were completely on display in the center of the room and it only
took about three seconds for all the other patrons within eyeball
distance to spot them. In no time, they had a rapt audience.
Stuart dropped his head back and let his loose curls hang naturally
as he moaned loudly and closed his eyes. Brian took all of that cock
into his mouth and sucked it hungrily, relentlessly, reeling from the
sensation of being watched by all those ravenous eyes. His partner
was a delicious trophy, as well, and he could feel the collective
jealousy of the crowd. Sucking in long, quick strokes, Brian's mouth
was full of the tangy flavor of pre-come and he reached down to free
his own aching cock from his jeans. Stuart was going to blow in
about two seconds and Brian didn't want to miss it.
He jerked off while he pumped Stuart's cock with his mouth and just
as they were both starting to come, he heard the unusual and jarring
sound of-
* * *
Stuart:
-glass breaking.
Somewhere in the bar, some idiot dropped a bus tray full of glasses
and they were all shattering on the floor just as Stuart's cock
exploded in Brian's hot mouth. He felt the intense gaze of all those
lecherous men around them like warm water splashing over his body.
He could feel their wet-mouthed desire for both of them. He could
sense their terrible longing and it added such a deep and powerful
element to his orgasm, that it became nearly religious. Stuart was
panting and his moans sounded like growls and he kept coming and
coming and the feeling just would not ebb. It was becoming too much-
too strong-too deep.
With his eyes closed and his head bent back, all the blood rushed
from his skull to his cock to supply that almost wicked orgasm with
nourishment. Lightheaded and still very buzzed, Stuart barely
noticed when a hand slipped around the nape of his neck and kneading
fingers stroked the curls there. He sighed into the pleasure of the
touch, not bothering to see who it was touching him. Truth was, he
didn't care. He just needed to be touched.
Stuart also didn't care when those lips met his, even though Brian
was still milking his cock and he knew Nathan had gone off. He just
kissed and was kissed and kept his eyes closed, lost in the dark
sensuality of that wild moment.
Stuart:
Strangers touching him, licking and biting his neck and ears,
stroking his hair, his chest, his tummy. And Brian . . . Brian
lapping his tingling cock as that brutal, desperately needed orgasm
finally began to fade. Then, he felt Brian's hands tug firmly at his
hips and pull him forward, away from those probing, grasping hands
around him, down into his lap in the booth. The strangers' hands
melted off his body and Brian looked right in his eyes.
"I need to get you out of here," he said and his voice seemed far
away. "This little party is going to get seriously out of control in
about three seconds."
Stuart glanced around at the faces in the shadowy bar, all of them
muted in the low light but all of them carnal and watching him
relentlessly. He wondered if he was imaging this-if it was all some
twisted dream. But Brian felt real. He WAS real. And Stuart kissed
his luscious lips, tasting himself there.
"Stuart . . ." Brian said, trying to get him to look up.
"Take me to your hotel," Stuart purred. "I want you to fuck me,
Brian . . ." He kissed him again, feeling Brian's strong fingers
clutching at his hips. The sensation was slightly ticklish and he
giggled deep in his throat. "Let's go." Stuart wriggled off Brian's
lap and stepped onto the floor where he was instantly grabbed around
the waist by one of those vague strangers. The man covered Stuart's
mouth with his own, snogging the life out of him for about five full
seconds until he felt Brian pull him back-literally by the scruff of
his neck.
"Stop it," Brian said. He looked at the other man and offered a
bratty smile. "Sorry for the tease, darlin', but we're outta here."
He guided Stuart toward the stairs with his hand on Stuart's back,
all but pushing him through the bar and out to the street.
He giggled as he thought about the spectacle they'd just created and
he rubbed up against Brian lasciviously. "Come on . . . take me back
to your hotel . . ."
Brian wrapped his arms around Stuart's waist and pulled him close,
hugging him and kissing his mouth. "I should really take you back to
Vince."
"Vince doesn't want me," Stuart said. "He chucked me out." He went
to kiss Brian again but the lovely American just looked at him.
"The fuck he did, Stuart. You guys had a fight, that's all. Don't
make it bigger than it needs to be."
Stuart blinked, thinking about that for a second. Then, any coherent
thoughts he was having were completely derailed by the feel of
Brian's hardening cock against his belly. He reached down and
slipped his hand around that big bulge, rubbing it with his fingers
and loving the way it swelled and heated up under his ministrations.
They were kissing again and Stuart's mouth watered. He was starving
and mindless and he wanted nothing more than to be immersed in the
blissful rush of another orgasm.
No thinking allowed.
No pain.
No Vince.
He felt Brian guiding him again and then they were standing by the
Jeep. He searched his pockets for the keys, frowning when he didn't
find them there.
"I have the keys, muffin," Brian said. "I drove here, remember?" He
unlocked the passenger side door and Stuart scrambled in. Reaching
back, he yanked Brian in after him by the lapel of his jacket.
"Hey-!" Brian might have meant to protest, but Stuart could not have
cared any less.
He hooked the doorhandle with his toe and pulled it closed, sealing
them inside the interior of the Jeep. Stuart moved quickly, wiggling
around until Brian was sitting in the passenger seat and he was
straddling the American's lap. Searching with his hand along the
side of the seat, he found the lever that lowered the backrest. It
went down until it was almost touching the small bench seat in the
back. Stuart braced himself with one leg against the passenger side
door and the other knee pressed into the soft leather covering the
gearshift.
"You gotta be kidding me, man," Brian said, glancing around the
Jeep's interior. "We can't fuck in here."
"Why not?" Stuart opened Brian's trousers and reached in for that
hard cock, stroking it a bit roughly with the intention of making his
partner loose his concentration.
"There's not enough room," Brian said, but he was fighting a grin.
He was having fun.
"Oh, yes there is," Stuart corrected, batting his eyes in the low
light. "I've had this car for two years. I assure you, there's
enough room." He raised up and unzipped, having to shift around a
little until he got his trousers off. He threw them into the
driver's seat and climbed back on Brian's hips. Stuart licked his
fingers then took hold of his cock, pulling it until it was fully
erect. He moaned loving the way Brian was watching him as he touched
himself.
"Come here," Brian whispered, lustfully licking his lips. "Sit on my
face."
Stuart grinned and crawled forward, carefully searching for places to
put his knees so he could balance properly. This was something he
HADN'T done in the Jeep so the idea of it thrilled him. Finally
locating a reasonable position, he held on to the canvas top and
supported himself with one foot on the back seat. He lowered down
over Brian's face, moaning as that hot, wet tongue found its mark.
The memory of that gray dawn in New York came flooding back to him as
he felt Brian's tongue glide right up into his hole and begin probing
around in there. Stuart's cock oozed and throbbed and he sighed,
lost in the intense erotic pleasure. His forehead braced against the
cool canvas above him and his abs tightened to keep him upright.
Brian's fingers kneaded his buttocks as he licked and kissed and
nibbled Stuart's anus.
Then, Brian gripped his hips again and forced Stuart back down to
where he'd started, straddling the passenger seat. Stuart dug in
Brian's pockets for what he knew he would find there. Brian had been
dressed to come to Canal Street when Stuart showed up at his hotel
room. He would be carrying supplies.
In the front pocket of Brian's jeans, he found a tiny bottle of lube
and three condom packets. The site of them brought back that awful
moment on the stairs at their flat when Vince tossed that handful of
condoms down at him. Stuart shook his head, blowing out that
thought, that memory. He had no room for it at that moment.
Scrambling in the cramped quarters, he gave Brian the lube and set
about putting the condom on himself. He moaned and breathed a
seductive laugh as Brian's slicked fingers teased and rubbed his
sensitive pucker, getting him ready for that huge cock. Stuart
rolled the condom on, savoring the feeling of that giant hot organ in
his hands, then he raised up into position.
The canvas roof felt cool on the back of his neck as he took hold of
Brian's cock at its stout base and held it steady for him to mount.
Brian guided his hips and between the two highly practiced shaggers,
the whole procedure took only a few seconds. Before he had time to
feel the twinge of pain upon entry, he was riding that huge erection
with all his strength. Brian was managing to move almost freely in
those tight confines and he directed their movements as only a full-
time top can do. Fucking was Brian's home turf and he knew all the
back roads. He murmured vulgar little things to Stuart, staring in
his eyes, controlling him and leading him toward the prize he'd been
coveting all night.
Feeling his prostate engorge with blood and seem to reach for Brain's
cock inside, Stuart came. His moans were deep, whimpering and needy
as the contractions racked him, and he squeezed his eyes shut so he
didn't have to see himself doing this . . . this terrible,
unforgivable thing . . . this brief, fleeting action that would most
certainly make his sweet Vince leave him.
God.
What had he done?
Stuart opened his eyes just as Brian was beginning to catch his
breath from his own orgasm and they looked right at each other.
Brian's expression shifted from sated bliss to mild concern.
"You okay?"
Stuart shook his head, feeling like his heart was melting. "This is
bad," he said under his breath.
"Yeah," Brian agreed, softly. "It is bad. And I'm a fucking asshole
for letting you do it." He shifted under Stuart until he could slip
his cock out without hurting him and then he gently broke their
connection.
Stuart crawled over to the driver's seat where he grabbed his
trousers and put them back on. He was sticky with spunk and lube and
sweat and he had to sit slightly sideways because his anus was so
tender. Brian's cock was huge.
Brian disposed of the condom then zipped up his trousers, reaching
down for the lever to raise the seat back up. He wiped the spunk off
his belly with the underside of his shirt, then he turned to Stuart
in the low light from a nearby streetlamp. "Sober enough to drive?"
"Most definitely," Stuart said and he was. Sober as a judge and
hating every second of it.
"Fine. Take me back to the hotel?"
Nodding, Stuart situated himself gingerly in the driver's seat.
Brian handed him the keys and he started the Jeep's engine.
* * *
Nathan:
He'd left Stuart and Brian in that booth in Babylon and gone out to
the street to call Vince. After trying the number at their flat for
the fifth time, he still had no answer. He kept getting the machine
but he felt apprehensive about leaving a message. Glancing up and
down the street, he wondered where the hell Vince might have gone and
why he wasn't picking up calls at the house. Nathan knew Stuart
wasn't home-he was behind him sitting on the lap of some American
bloke in Babylon-so where the hell was Vince?
Sighing with frustration, Nathan tried the number again. He was
looking down at his phone when Stuart and Brian passed him in the
crowd on the sidewalk.
* * *
Hazel:
She drummed her fingers on the cracked vinyl seat wishing the taxi
driver would go faster. Her instincts were going mental and she knew
they were going to miss Stuart down in the Village. She could just
feel it.
Even though it had been her that told Stuart he would eventually
break her son's heart by cheating on him, Hazel hadn't taken into
account how it would break her own heart to see it happen. She felt
so helpless and frantic. She wanted to fix everything but knew she
could not.
Vince reached into his pocket for his mobile and turned it on. "Mum,
what's Nathan's number?"
"I wrote it down," she said, rifling in her handbag for the slip of
paper. She opened it and read the number aloud while Vince punched
it into his keypad.
"Thanks," he said, trying to smile as he brought the phone to his ear.
Hazel squeezed his hand.
* * *
Nathan:
He was just about to go back inside when his eye caught site of
Stuart Jones out on the street. He and that rude American called
Brian were stumbling over to the Jeep.
Nathan watched as they got in and he expected to see them drive away,
but they didn't. The Jeep stayed where it was. The streetlamps
reflected off the windscreen, which made it impossible to see inside
the vehicle, but the car was moving . . . rocking . . . as though the
occupants were rolling around inside it. Nathan gulped. This was
bad.
He held up the phone to try Vince again when the little device rang
in his hand.
"Hello?"
"Nathan? It's Vince. We left the flat so I thought I'd ring you in
case you were trying to call."
"Uh . . ." he looked across the street at the Jeep and let out a long
sigh. "Right. Okay."
"Have you seen Stuart?" Vince asked.
Nathan hesitated, staring miserably at the gently rocking
Jeep. "I . . . thought I did, yeah. But I wasn't sure so I didn't
ring. I was too far away to tell for certain."
"Well, never mind, anyway. One of our friends knows where he is.
Mum and I are coming down to pick him up."
"Yeah?" Nathan said, his heart beating thickly in his chest. "Uh,
great. That's great. Glad to hear it."
"Yeah," Vince said. "Anyway, thanks for your help. Cheers." He
hung up and Nathan stood there watching the Jeep for another moment
before he put his phone back into his pocket.
"Stuart Jones," he murmured to himself. "You're such a twat." He
turned around and started up the street, feeling like he'd had enough
of all this drama for that night.
* * *
Stuart:
In front of Brian's hotel Stuart leaned against the steering wheel,
feeling tired and achy all over.
Brian took off his safety belt and reached for the door
handle. "Listen, uh . . ."
"Never mind, Brian," Stuart said, softly. He offered a wan
smile. "It's my fault. I wanted you and you weren't resisting.
It's my fault."
"Well, I started all this shit in New York," Brian said. "I don't
think I've ever wanted anyone so much. It's like I couldn't stop
myself. It was like that tonight, too. Even though I knew . . . it
was going to be bad for you. I just didn't care." He shook his
head. "I'm sorry about that, man. I don't know what it is about
you. You drive me nuts." Brian leaned over to give Stuart a soft
kiss. "I even promised Vince I wouldn't fuck you. That's how big of
a shithead I am. I like Vince. Now he's never going to speak to me
again."
"You and me both, I'm afraid." Stuart ran his fingers through his
hair and even that small action made him think of Vince-made him ache
all over with regret and sadness.
"Well," Brian opened the passenger door and got out, turning to
Stuart once more before he closed it. "You can always come and stay
with me in Pittsburgh. Or Kate-she's got room."
Stuart breathed a weak laugh. "Can you believe that bloody house?
It's a stupid sort of huge."
Brian grinned, nodding. "Yeah. Anyway. See ya."
"See ya."
He shut the door and Stuart watched him walk up to the hotel lobby.
Then he put the car in gear and headed for home.
* * *
Hazel:
They had the taxi driver let them out at the top of Canal Street and
he and Hazel began the search in Babylon. They had planned to split
up and go in two different directions in the club, meeting back at
the bar near the door. Hazel went upstairs and Vince headed out to
the dance floor.
She scanned the smoky second floor, peering into all the little
corners where Stuart used to like to cop off with blokes when he was
a wild, free man. She saw a few familiar faces standing near the
upstairs bar and went over to them, trying to remember the mens'
names. The only name that came to her was a bloke called Chris and
she tugged the sleeve of his shirt to get his attention.
"Hiya, luv," she said when he smiled down at her.
"Hazel! Haven't seen you in ages! Don't I still owe you a tenner?"
Chris gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Pity, though-you're about
twenty minutes too late for the big show in here," he said.
"What do you mean?" she asked, conversationally, having no idea that
he was about to tell her something that would almost knock her down.
"Your Stuart Jones was in here with some VERY lovely lad and they
were sat right there at that booth-Stuart getting his knob sucked by
his little friend! Right in front of everyone! Not that this lot
minded. They very narrowly escaped a full-scale orgy, in fact. Lads
left just in time."
Hazel swallowed feeling her face go pale. "And that was when?
Twenty minutes ago?"
"Nearly, yeah," Chris said. "Amazing sight, if I do say so myself.
That Stuart is such an exhibitionist. He looooves to be watched,
that one."
"Well," she said, trying to seem flippant. "That's our Stuart.
Can't do anything on the quite. Right, well I was just on my way
out. Thought I'd pop over and say hello. See ya later, lads!" She
waved at the small group of men clustered at the upstairs bar then
made her way back down to meet her son.
Her heart was racing and she didn't know what to do but as soon as
she set eyes on Vince, the decision came to her.
"Any luck?" he said, leaning over to speak in her ear.
Hazel grabbed his arm and looked right in his eyes-and just left out
the bad part. "Some blokes upstairs said they saw him and Brian
leave about twenty minutes ago. Let's ring the flat. Might be home
by now."
"Mum," Vince said, lowering his chin. "If he left with Brian,
they're probably back at the hotel shaggin'."
Hazel sighed, pursing her lips. "Let's ring the house anyway, all
right?"
Vince frowned, his brow knitting suspiciously. "What aren't you
telling me?"
"Nothing you want to know," she said. "Let's ring the house." Hazel
turned around and walked back outside.
* * *
Stuart:
The flat was empty when he came in and he could smell Hazel's perfume
in the air. Wonderful. If Hazel knew about everything, Stuart would
never hear the end of it. Not that he should, but still. Hazel
could be so bloody exhausting when she got the hump.
He looked around for a note but found none. Vince and his mother
were probably out having drinks together and saying terrible things
about him. Stuart reckoned he deserved that, though. He deserved a
lot worse.
Peeling off his rank clothing, he threw them in the hamper and walked
into the shower. He stood under the hot thrumming water for almost
half an hour before he started washing. Everything hurt. His
muscles were beginning to feel the strain of his acrobatics in the
Jeep and his neck felt slightly out of alignment.
He scrubbed his skin and washed his hair twice, but he wasn't trying
to get rid of Brian's scent. He loved the way Brian smelled. Stuart
had every intention of telling Vince what he'd done. He was washing
so vigorously because he felt filthy. Even though he knew that
feeling was internal, the act of bathing was momentarily soothing.
He got out and dried off slowly, knowing by the feel of the flat that
Vince was still out. He put on his white robe and went down to the
kitchen for some water, bringing the cold bottle into the lounge
where he sat on the couch. The remote had got itself wedged between
two of the cushions so he had to fish it out, but then he just sat
there bashing channels and not seeing anything on the screen.
He felt ill and drained and weak and sad. All he wanted to do was
take back the last eight hours of his life and do everything
differently. Do it all so he'd never gone mad and wrecked the
bedroom. Do everything over so he'd just left Brian alone. But even
as he sat there wishing he could take his actions back, Stuart knew
that given the chance-he would have done everything exactly the same
again.
* * *
Vince:
It took some doing but he finally convinced Hazel that he was all
right on his own for the rest of the night. She demanded that he
call her as soon as he found Stuart and he promised he would. The
taxi dropped her off first, as she lived closer to the Village, then
the driver took Vince home.
He knew his lover was there as soon as he got to the door. Without
even opening it, he could feel Stuart inside. Vince's heart pounded
as he let himself in and he quietly closed the door after him.
Stuart was sitting on the couch in his robe with a half full bottle
of water in his lap. His curls were wet. They just looked at each
other for a long time before either one said anything. Then Vince
took a deep breath and made the first move.
"All right?" he asked.
Stuart nodded. "You?"
Shrugging slightly, Vince tried a small smile. "Had better nights."
"Apparently," Stuart said, his tone mildly caustic. "Too bad I
didn't know about any of them."
Vince sighed. Fine. They were still arguing, then. "It's not like
you asked, Stuart. I didn't think you cared what I did when you
weren't around. What evidence did you give me that you gave a shit?"
Stuart had no reply at first, he just looked down at the bottle of
water in his hands. "If I'm such an uncaring bastard, why the fuck
did you stay all these years?" he said finally, his voice low and
gravelly. Weak.
"Christ, we're not going `round THIS again." Vince walked over to
the couch and sat down heavily. "I stayed because I always knew you
loved me. I knew you needed me. That was good enough, Stuart. If
you had NEVER decided to take our friendship to the next level, I
would have stayed with you forever, anyway." He reached over and
took hold of Stuart's chin, forcing him to look up. "Listen to me,
now. I'm not going to say this again. I'm dead sick of this
conversation. I stayed with you because I love you and I need to be
with you. That has always been the case and it always will be. I
cannot imagine living my life without you. Is that clear this time?"
Those dark blue eyes watched him, stared into his soul. Vince had
never seen so much pain in there before . . . and there was something
else in those eyes, as well. Fear. His Stuart was terrified.
"Aren't you going to ask me what I did tonight?" he said in a small,
strained voice.
"I imagine you shagged the life out of Brian Kinney."
Stuart blinked but said nothing.
"And," Vince went on. "Apparently something quite scandalous
happened at Babylon that Hazel heard about, but she wouldn't tell
me. Do you want to tell me?"
Stuart shook his head once.
"That bad, eh?"
Breathing a laugh, Stuart looked away. "You don't want to know,
Vince. Your mother was right."
Vince reached for the bottle of water and brought it to his lips for
a deep drink. He was dying of thirst. "That Brian is a bloody bad
influence," he said, hoping to get a smile out of his despondent
lover.
Stuart looked at him sheepishly. "Nice, though. Bloody good shag."
"Yeah," Vince agreed.
After a moment, they both started giggling like kids.
"What happened to all those condoms on the landing?" Stuart asked.
"Hazel picked them up, of course," he said. "Thought we'd set them
out like bread crumbs in the forest."
This made Stuart laugh outloud and the sound of it was an incredible
relief. Vince got up and went to the bathroom where he grabbed a
clean towel, bringing it back to the couch. Sitting down again, he
put his arm around Stuart's shoulders and turned him to face the
opposite wall. Vince sat behind his back and began to gently dry his
wet hair with the towel.
They were quiet for a long time, the chatter of the television soft
white noise in the background. Stuart relaxed into Vince's touch but
he could still feel tension in those lean shoulders. Putting the
towel aside for a moment, Vince reached under the soft white robe and
rubbed his lover's neck.
"Why aren't you pissed off about Brian?" Stuart said.
Vince took a deep breath before he answered. "Because . . . Brian is
sort of my fault. We never would have got involved with him on this
level if it weren't for me. I was the one that instigating the other
night at Via Fossa and in doing so, I gave you carte blanche to have
him. It's my own fault. I should have known better. He was too
much of a temptation for you." Vince let his fingers creep up into
the still damp but irresistibly silky curls at the nape of Stuart's
neck. "And you were too much of a temptation for him, as well. He
really likes you. You can see that, right?"
Stuart nodded but didn't say anything.
"That's most likely what bothered me the most. He was dead attracted
to you and you couldn't resist him-and on top of that, he liked you.
He would have been with you if it weren't for me."
"Brian doesn't do boyfriends," Stuart said. "What the fuck would he
need a boyfriend for?"
"What do YOU need one for?" Vince whispered against Stuart's neck.
"Ummmmm . . . back rubs," Stuart answered, turning enough to brush
their noses together. "Lovely spanks with silver brushes . . .
"Another of which you've got coming, by the way," Vince said,
nuzzling that soft spot behind Stuart's ear.
He giggled. "Also for kisses on the lips . . . and licks on tender
spots . . . hugs . . . baths . . . I love having baths with you . . .
getting my hair washed . . . having my cock sucked."
"Anyone would do that for you," Vince said. "You don't need a
boyfriend for a blowjob."
"Yeah," Stuart said, winking at him. "But my boyfriend gives the
best head I've ever had. That's reason enough for me to have a
boyfriend-at least to have THIS boyfriend."
"Blimey, you're bloody easy," Vince teased.
Stuart laughed. "No shit!" He sat forward and picked up the water
bottle that Vince had set on the floor.
While he drank, Vince squeezed his curls with the towel a few more
times. "Where were you tonight? With Brian?"
"Babylon," Stuart said. "I thought you knew that. He rang you from
there and I heard him say."
"Was that you that hung up his mobile?"
"I didn't want to come home," Stuart said. "I wasn't done playing."
Vince shook his head. "Did you go back to the hotel with him?"
He took another sip of the water. "No."
Vince's eyes widened. "Don't tell me you shagged him at Babylon.
Not in the toilet, Stuart, please!"
Looking down and chuckling, Stuart said, "No, not in the toilet."
"Where, then?" Vince watched his lover's face closely, feeling very
uncertain that he wanted an answer to his question.
Stuart's blue eyes twinkled and his cheeks colored darkly. "He
sucked my cock upstairs in one of the booths and then I had him . . .
in the Jeep."
Vince blinked, not really believing what he'd just heard. "He sucked
you off in public? Under a TABLE?"
"Uhhh . . . not exactly under it."
"Oh my God, Stuart . . . you didn't."
"I did."
"Did anyone see you?"
"Everyone, yeah. We almost started an orgy."
Vince was laughing but it was mostly from shock. He covered his face
and shook his head. "You see, this is exactly the sort of thing you
used to do that you would tell me about the next morning and I would
just . . . I couldn't BELIEVE it. I couldn't believe these things
really happened to you. But they DO, don't they? They still do!"
"Tell me something, Vince," he said, seriously. "Tell me something
you've done that will shock me."
"Oh, Stuart," Vince laughed, shyly. "I can't imagine I could say
anything that would shock you."
"I bet you could." Stuart's expression was calm and open, almost
wondering. "Go on, then. Tell me something. You've had this secret
life I know nothing about."
"It was never a secret, luv. I would have told you anything if you'd
only asked."
Stuart put the bottle back on the table and turned to his lover with
a deep, weary sigh. "Can I sit in your lap?"
"Mm," Vince said, reaching for him. "I love having you in my lap."
Stuart crawled over and sat gently in Vince's lap, resting his head
on his lover's chest. He winced slightly as he got situated and
Vince smiled.
"Good shafting, eh?"
Stuart chuckled softly.
"I can't believe you had him in the Jeep. How did you manage that?"
"I'm not really sure . . . I guess lust is the mother of creativity."
"I guess," Vince said, rubbing his nose in Stuart's fragrant hair.
The curls smelled of jasmine and mint and that lovely human musk that
belonged to Stuart alone. He tugged on the sash around Stuart's robe
and let the garment fall open loosely. "I want to touch your skin,"
he whispered, slipping his hands in under the white fabric and
stroking Stuart's soft tummy.
He moaned quietly, sighing against Vince's body. "Shock me," he
said. "Tell me something you've never told me before."
Vince considered for a moment, mentally leafing through several
incidents in his past that might fit the bill. Of course, like
anyone, there were things he never intended to tell a living soul,
but he knew he needed something fairly extreme for this discussion.
"Well . . ." he began, speaking softly while he soothed Stuart's skin
with his fingertips. "There was this one time . . ."
Vince:
"I met this bloke at the store and he asked me out for a drink. Now,
I KNOW why I never told you I'd been asked out," Vince said. "You
would have just taken the piss."
Stuart shrugged. "Then, yeah. I would've."
"See?" Vince pinched his lover's ribs gently. "So, I went out with
him. At first, I didn't really think I fancied him, but once we got
talking I started to think he was quite nice."
"When was this?" Stuart asked.
"About four years ago. I was actually starting to like him a bit.
We went out twice before he we shagged, but on the first date he
snogged me like mad for about two hours on my front porch. At the
time, I thought it was quite romantic. But once he'd had me . . ."
Stuart looked up at him, his dark eyes growing cloudy. "Wha'?"
Taking a steadying breath, Vince went on. "He was a bit hard core
and I knew that just from looking at him-the way he dressed and all.
I thought he knew I wasn't into that sort of thing, but apparently
that wasn't the case. The first time was nice, but basically a bog-
standard shag. Nothin' heavy. And then, the next time . . . he
asked if he could tie me up. Just my wrists, mind, and with a soft
silk scarf so it didn't hurt or anything, but I was still a bit put
off. I didn't want to do it. It took him some time to convince me,
but eventually I let him tie my hands. Truth is, it was all right.
Sort of . . . interesting, you know? But the next time we shagged,
he wanted to tie me up and put on a blindfold, as well."
Stuart sat up, looking at his lover with wide eyes. "Four years ago,
you said?"
"That's right."
"This was . . . when you said you'd had that accident at the store.
You told me some boxes fell on you when you were doing inventory.
You said you got all those bruises from a work accident, Vince. I
DID ask you."
He frowned, wincing a bit from Stuart's tone. "I was embarrassed, I
suppose. Didn't want my best mate knowing I'd been so bloody stupid."
"How long did you see him?"
Looking down, Vince's brow knit. "Almost a month. Few times a
week. Every time it got worse-more violence, more gear, more
wounds. He liked to leave marks on me." Vince laughed
mirthlessly. "Good thing we weren't shaggin' then. You would have
died if you'd seen me naked. I was a mess."
Stuart swallowed hard, his beautiful face a mixture of anger and
sadness. "Christ, why did you keep seeing him?"
He shook his head. "Here's the rough bit. I . . . liked it. I
liked the whole drama and ritual of it. I never expected to find
that sort of violence erotic, but I did. He taught me a lot of
things . . . a lot of nice tricks. Loads of which I've used on you,
luv." Vince smiled. "That tailbone thing came from him."
"And the brush?" Stuart asked.
"Yeah, that too. But I really did want it originally just to brush
your hair."
Stuart kissed him, pressing his lips to Vince's softly but for a
long, slow moment. "He taught you how to spank like that?" he
whispered.
"Yeah . . ."
Stuart nipped his bottom lip. "I really enjoy that . . ."
"I noticed." Vince's cock stirred and he turned his lover around on
his lap so he could get his hands on that naked skin under the robe.
The thought of Stuart having Brian only a little while before worked
like a tonic on Vince's libido. He drove his tongue into Stuart's
mouth and tasted him, his fingers stroking along those lean thighs up
and up until he reached Stuart's warm, silky penis. His fingers
circled the swelling shaft and rubbed it gently. "Are you too sore
to have me inside you?"
"Yes . . ." Stuart said, unhappily. "And I really, really want
you . . ." He climbed up into Vince's lap, straddling him and
rubbing against him.
"I can lick you, though, yeah?" Vince shifted their position on the
couch so Stuart was lying on his back, legs up over Vince's shoulders.
The handsome brunette grinned up at him. "I'm really tired, luv.
I'm not going to be much of a challenge."
"Well, sometimes I don't want to chase you," he said, reaching for
one of the soft pillows on the couch. He tucked it up under Stuart's
lower back then spread his lover's legs with little strokes on the
insides of his thighs. "It's quite nice when you just lie down like
this."
Smiling seductively, Stuart stretched his arms over his head and
sighed. "Take me, then. I'm all yours."
Vince bent over and kissed Stuart's tight belly, rubbing his nose
back and forth on the soft line of hair just below his navel. He
licked his lover's cock, running his tongue around the satiny ridge
of skin around the head. Stuart shuddered and moaned, his legs
falling open even further. Taking that swelling head into his mouth,
Vince sucked it like a sweet candy, lapping at the slit with his
tongue until he tasted pre-come, then he let go and moved down to
Stuart's balls.
Inhaling deeply, Vince expected a hint of Brian's scent to be left on
his lover's skin but there was nothing. Just the clean smell of that
jasmine and mint soap he'd used in the shower.
"Are you looking for Brian?" Stuart whispered teasingly, his voice a
low, sexy rasp.
Vince just smiled up at him.
"Go lower . . ." he purred. "Put your tongue inside me . . . you can
taste him there . . ."
Obliging gladly, Vince laid out flat on his belly on the couch and
buried his nose in the crack of Stuart's ass. His tongue teased the
silky skin in that warm crevice, searching for the hot, tight opening
there. He breathed in, savory the clean, musky scent of his lover's
most secret place and he wanted more. His fingers pressed gently
into the flesh of those cheeks and softly pried them open. He felt
Stuart arch his back into the irresistible sensation of being rimmed
and he moaned deep in his throat.
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