Sucker

Copyright November 24, 2002-February 3, 2006 by Matthew Haldeman-Time

Rating: NC-17 for graphic male-male sex

Pairings: Backstreet Boys/*NSYNC/O-Town

Disclaimer: The young men who comprise the Backstreet Boys, *NSYNC, and O-Town are their own people.  The author has not met anyone here described, nor does the author mean to suggest that these people act this way in real life.  This writing is a work of fiction.  I make no money from this venture.

Continued from part sixty-eight

            In an attempt to be on his best behavior, Joey kissed Ashley hello without slipping him tongue and refrained from grabbing his ass.  Cupping his chin in one hand, Joey smiled at him.  “You look prettier and prettier every time I see you.”  Kissing the blush on Ashley’s cheeks, Joey chuckled at Ashley’s embarrassed, “Joey.”

            “You do,” he insisted with a smile.  “Prettier and prettier.”  He stole a few more kisses from Ashley’s red lips.  “Are you ready to go?”

            “Yeah, I’m - - oh, wait.”  Stepping back, Ashley reached for the hem of his shirt.  Immediately interested, Joey grinned.  In a quick move, Ashley stripped out of his T-shirt, revealing a tank-style undershirt.  A perfect shade of blue to bring out the color of his eyes, it was tightly fitted, molding to the contours of his torso.

            Intrigued, Joey slid a hand around Ashley’s side, bringing him closer.  “I wish you always took clothes off just to say hello.”

            Ashley laughed.  “You told me to dress for you.  You seem to like me with fewer clothes on, so…”

            Joey kissed him.  “Pretty and smart.”  Ashley rolled his eyes, but Joey had just noticed something.  Ashley’s other T-shirt had been a few inches longer, and now…  His hand felt across Ashley’s waist, testing.  He found the waistband of Ashley’s jeans, but…  “Pretty?”

            “I’m not…”  Ashley cleared his throat, lowering his voice.  “I’m not wearing underwear.”

            The very idea of easier access to Ashley’s hot ass made Joey’s dick hard.  He slid his hand-

            A quick twist and Ashley was pulling away, opening the door.  “Maybe we should go.”

            Joey grinned.

            Ashley blushed, embarrassed but tugging him along.  “Come on.”

            After a brief detour home, Brian was halfway to the Townhouse when his phone rang.  “Hello?” he asked, changing lanes.

            “It’s Lance.”

            Brian licked his lips.  “Hi.”  His voice came out too breathy, too devoted.

            “Can you come over?” Lance asked.  “I want to…  There’s something I need from you.”

            “Anything you want,” Brian promised.  “I’ll be right there.”

            “All last night and this morning,” Howie said, kissing him, stroking his hair.  “I’ve been thinking about JC.  About JC with you.”

            Mind spinning from the possibilities, Erik broke their kiss to grin, intrigued.  “Really?”

            “I was,” Howie kissed him, “getting in touch with,” another kiss, “my desires.”  Howie stroked his lips.  “I love your mouth.”  Another kiss, gentle, deepening slowly.  When their tongues met, Howie made a tiny little aroused sound.  “What were we talking about?” Howie asked, sucking at his lower lip.

            “When?” he asked helplessly, wishing that Howie would stop rubbing his thigh like that.

            “Before.”  Howie’s hand cupped his arousal, squeezing gently.  Erik couldn’t breathe right for a minute.

            “Before what?” he asked, when he’d pushed Howie’s hand back to his thigh again.

            Howie’s mouth left his; Howie’s eyes were gorgeous, dark and sexy.  “You said something about Trevor’s car.”

            “Who?”  He wanted to kiss Howie again.  He - - oh!  “Trevor’s car,” he said, remembering easier now that Howie’s hand was off of his thigh and, oh…rubbing his chest.  “Do we need to sit on opposite sides of the room?”  He’d never seen Howie like this.  “Are you feeling okay?”

            “I miss JC,” Howie said.  “I want,” his voice became quieter, “to give him what he needs.”  Howie licked his lips, dragging his fingertips slowly across the base of Erik’s throat.  “I want to…take what…I need.”

            Wow.

            Just…wow.

            Erik didn’t even know what to say to that.  The only real response that occurred to him was to offer up what Howie needed, but that might involve…

            Then again, would that be so bad?

            Everything that Howie had ever tried with him so far had been hot.  Not just kind of hot, but extremely hot, insanely hot, his entire body on fire hot.  What if Howie did try to fuck him?  Would he say no?

            He’d been drunk last time.  Howie had been thinking about JC.  This time, if they were both present and aware of reality, would it be different?  Sober in broad daylight, things might be a little less easy to go along with.  The fantasy of it and the bald fact of it couldn’t be anything alike.  “Oh, yeah, this is hot!” could easily become, “Oh, god, get off of me!”  And what would happen then?  Wasn’t politely refusing the idea of it better than letting Howie try it and then flipping out?

            Howie kissed him, slow and wet and exploring, and it felt great, and his body got into it, but his mind kept stubbornly returning to the question: to bottom, or not to bottom?

            What if he did it and it was terrible?

            What if he did it and it was great?

            Wouldn’t it hurt?  Sex wasn’t supposed to hurt.

            Wouldn’t it be gross?  It wasn’t gross with JC, but Erik wasn’t sure that JC was typical.

            Howie stopped kissing him.  He opened his eyes, wincing.  “Sorry.”

            “Where were you?”  Howie lifted Erik’s shirt with one hand, using the other hand to stroke his stomach, watching his eyes.

            “I was thinking about…sex.”

            Howie’s fingers wandered down, then up.  “Were you?”

“I was thinking about the other night.  With the chocolate.”

            Howie’s gaze softened.  “That was a special night for me.”  He drew Erik over to the sofa, taking a seat.  “I gained so much from that experience.”

            “It was a big night for me, too.”  Erik sat beside him.  “I’ve never done anything like that before.  The chocolate, the strawberries, the…”

            “I know,” Howie said quietly, touching his cheek.  “Thank you, Erik-Michael.”

            “I was kind of…drunk.  I don’t want you to think that…”  He hesitated, not sure where to go with that sentence.  “What do you think?”

            “I think that we shared something very special,” Howie said.

            Okay.  That gave him no information whatsoever.  Now what?

            Howie kissed him.  “Thank you, Erik-Michael.”

            He smiled.  “You already said that.”

            Howie smiled back, kissing him again.  “I meant it.”

            Erik still had questions about that night, and he didn’t really want to ask them, but he needed answers.  So he sucked it up and made an attempt.  “That evening was about JC, and I know that you needed to be with him, but…”  He didn’t want to sound this needy.  This was going to come across as really pathetic.  “Did you have a good time with me?”

            “Of course I did.”  Howie sounded surprised.  “I had a wonderful time with you, Erik-Michael.  It was about JC, but it was about us, too.  You and me.”

            Okay.  That was good.  Time to forge ahead.  “I was really drunk, and I probably would’ve…  I mean, you probably could’ve done whatever you wanted.  But you didn’t.  Did you not want to?  I was supposed to be JC, and that’s what you and JC do, and I probably wouldn’t have stopped you.”  Damn it, why was he admitting that?  But he wanted to know.  Why hadn’t Howie pushed for more?  He’d thought that Howie wanted that from him.

            “I do make love with JC,” Howie said, hand sliding into his.  “It’s an incredible experience on a lot of levels.  But you’re not JC.  You don’t want that, and I respect that.”

            Oh.

            “I knew that you were drunk, and I saw that you had to drink even more just to go through with what we did do.  I would never push for more than that, Erik-Michael.  I shouldn’t even have gone as far as I did.  But you felt so good and I wanted it so badly…”

            It?  Wanted it?  Wanted ass?  Wanted him?  Wanted to pretend to fuck JC?

            “I already took advantage of your generosity just to go that far.  I would never take advantage of you when you were drunk just to take something from you that normally you’d never give me.”

            Howie didn’t know that he wanted it.  Howie didn’t know?  That meant that he could pretend that he hadn’t felt anything.  If Howie didn’t try again, and he acted like nothing was different, things could just be normal again.  Then this whole dilemma would be over.

            He should feel good about this.  He should be relieved.

            Then why was he disappointed?

            “What can I help you with?”

            Closing the front door, Lance asked, “Do you have a little time to spare?”

            “I was on my way to Jacob’s, but he can wait.  What do you need?”

            He had to be nice to Brian for Chris’s sake.  How could he phrase what he wanted?  The only explanations that came to mind sounded ludicrous.  He couldn’t just say, “JC thinks that Estrada has incredible fingers, and Howie’s trying to kill me by making me think that Estrada can replace me, and now I have something to prove, so bend over.”

            Brian waited, smiling a little, eyes expectant.

            Forget words.  Lance kissed him.

            Justin loved to shop, and so did AJ.  Some stores they powered through like a precision team.  Some stores they lingered in, combing through the racks, trying everything on and taking their time searching for more.

            They bought clothes for everyday Justin, the Justin whom Kevin had seduced, the younger Justin just before that, and the whore that Kevin had taught him to see in himself.

            AJ made a great personal shopper.  Everything he handed Justin to try on looked hot, and he had a keen eye for sizes.  He also had a lot of personal style, and Justin liked the way he wore his clothes, so even while on a mission, Justin kept running across things that were perfect for AJ.  So, for every five things they bought for Justin, something for AJ made it into the bag.

            Entering the house, Joey remembered what Nick had said to him just before he’d left.  I’ll have lunch set up for you in the den by the time you get back.  Eat on the floor.  Feed him with your fingers.  Leave all of his clothes on until after lunch, at least.  Talk to him like you care.  When you come on him, don’t just get off.  Smear your jism around and rub your dick on him.  It’ll drive him crazy.

            Hoping that he could trust Nick to follow through, Joey led Ashley back to the den.  Stepping into the room, he realized that Nick had done more than just follow through.  The lights were low for intimacy; pillows were scattered over the floor for comfort.  Trays and bowls were arranged with finger sandwiches, fresh fruit and sweet dips, fresh vegetables and creamy dips.

            Champagne chilled on ice.  He remembered Nick’s warning on that, too.  I’m going to leave some champagne.  Don’t get him drunk.  There will be time for that later.  The upside to that was, he didn’t have to get Ashley drunk to get laid.

            “This looks great.”  Ashley was surprised, happy.  “This is just for us?”

            “Just you,” Joey said, drawing him near, “and me.”  Slow kisses, gradually deepening, Ashley’s arms winding around his neck.  Mmm…  “You are delicious,” Joey admitted, gently setting him back.  “But let’s save that for later.”

            “You’re delicious, too,” Ashley said with a grin.

            “Yeah?”  Grinning back, Joey kissed his neck.  “I could nibble on you for hours.”

            “I wish you would,” Ashley said with a sexy moan, hands rubbing up Joey’s chest.

            While his hands slid down to cup Ashley’s ass, heat coursed through Joey’s veins.  Do not fuck him until after lunch.  He licked slowly, over Ashley’s neck, sucking, nibbling until Ashley groaned for him.  Repeat after me: do not fuck him until after lunch.  Ashley was hard against him, aroused and moaning and wanting it.  There’s more to this game than getting you laid.  When he sucked too hard and squeezed Ashley’s ass in both hands, Ashley made an eager noise, grinding against him, bringing his dick to attention.  You have to think long-term.  Hungrily kissing Ashley’s mouth, he slid Ashley’s shirt up a few inches, stroking the skin at the small of Ashley’s back and venturing-

            If he didn’t stop now, he wasn’t going to stop.  If he went against Nick’s advice again, it would only cause more drama.  As much as he wanted this, it still wouldn’t kill him to stop.

            They’d eat fast.

            Erik had all of his instructions on today’s visit to JC.  Ready to go, he walked to the door with Howie.  “He’s going to love it.  He loved it yesterday, you should have seen his face.  He has no idea this is coming.”

            “I probably should take it as a good sign, but I’m hurt that JC cried.  He doesn’t do that easily.  I’m worried that he might be…more upset than I realized.”

            “He was kind of emotional,” Erik admitted.  He wondered if he should bring up the one thing he’d failed to mention yesterday.

            “In general?” Howie asked.  “Not just about that?”

            “There was…  He asked about what happened with AJ.  I told him.  He got kind of weird.  He was more upset for me than I thought he would be.  Not that I thought he wouldn’t care, but he…  He took it hard.”

            Concern in his eyes, Howie asked, “Did he say why?”

            “No.  I thought maybe he just didn’t like the thought of me being drowned in my own home by one of your friends.”  He shouldn’t have phrased it that way.

            “I’m sorry, Erik-Michael.  And I’m sorry, I should have asked you not to tell him.  I wasn’t thinking.  I should’ve thought of this.”  Howie sighed, looking away for a second.  When their gazes connected again, Howie’s eyes were filled with regret.  “There was an incident.  It happened just before JC and I became lovers.  He was out on a boat with a friend, and…he almost drowned.”

            Whoa.  “What?”

            “He doesn’t like to talk about it.  He won’t bring it up.  But I know that it affected him.  He hasn’t been in the water since.  Not even a swimming pool.”

            “Are you serious?”  JC?

            “Hearing about what happened to you probably brought it all back to him.  I don’t know what I was thinking.  I’m sorry, Erik-Michael.”

            “Damn.”  That definitely explained JC’s expression, the way all of the color had died in his face, that quiver in his voice.  “I can’t believe I just sat there and said all of that right to him.”

            “You didn’t know.”

“He won’t go near the water at all?”

            “He doesn’t like to admit that he has a problem, but he manages to find ways to avoid it.”

            And at the first opportunity, he’d invited Howie and JC to a pool party.  Genius.  No wonder they’d sat there on the sofa while Joey and Chris had been in the pool.  “I’m an idiot.”

            “You’re not an idiot.  But please don’t say anything to JC.  He’s done his best to keep it to himself.”

            “Okay.”  He’d try.  Damn.  JC?  “Do you know…  Was he really…  Was it a close call?”

            It looked like even mentioning it pained Howie.  “From what I’ve heard, it was very close.”

            Incoherent, desperate pleading.

            Lance’s fingers teased.

            On his spread knees on Lance’s bed, face buried in a pillow to muffle his screams, Brian writhed, trying to fuck back into Lance’s too-skilled touch.  He’d been unable to keep from masturbating, and now his wrists were crossed at the small of his back, held in place by one firm hand.

            “Please oh god Lance please don’t stop don’t stop oh god please Lance please it’s too much too much I can’t please please-”

            Lance closed his eyes and went by feel, pretending that he was touching Howie.  Brian got a lot louder and lost the ability to form words.

            A few minutes later, after Brian had chewed a hole in the pillowcase, Lance asked, stroking gently, “Do you like this?”

            “Oh god, yes, yes, Lance, please, I love it, I love it, I love you, please, let me come I want to come I need to come please, oh, oh, ah, oh, Lance-”  Brian shuddered violently, spasming around Lance’s fingers.

            “You can come,” Lance said softly, making his voice low and smooth.  “You can come whenever you want.”

            “I can’t, I can’t take this, please, I can’t, oh, Lance, I need you, god, please!”  Spreading his thighs further, lowering his dick to the mattress, Brian fucked the bed, hips rolling in a gorgeous, flowing motion.  Lance’s dick twitched eagerly.  Moaning Lance’s name, muscles in his arms flexing as he tested Lance’s hold, Brian cried out against the pillow, coming with deep tremors as he bucked back against Lance’s hand.

            Joey liked people.  Liked talking to people, spending time with people, hanging out with people.  His favorite people-related activity was fucking, but talking was okay, too.

            Talking to Ashley wasn’t bad.  Ashley loved to talk and had a lot to say about everything.  Loved to listen, too.  Joey had thought that he’d already told Ashley everything there was to know about himself, but Ashley kept being so interested, he kept discovering more material.

            It wasn’t all that difficult to pretend to be interested.  Feeding Ashley did distract him, though.  Ashley kept sucking at his fingers, licking at them, making him want to use Ashley’s mouth.  Ashley fed him, too, fingertips tracing over the outline of his lips.

            Since they were feeding each other, they ended up sitting close together.  Very close.  As they ate, talking, constantly touching, the mood became increasingly intimate.  It reminded Joey that he could share something with Ashley besides his body.

            Calling Ashley a whore wasn’t entirely accurate.  He wasn’t a whore in the general sense; he didn’t give it up to anyone available at the slightest provocation.  He was Joey’s whore almost exclusively.  Joey liked that about him.  He was more than loyal; he was devoted.  He was in love, and he wanted that to make everything okay.

            It didn’t, by any means.

            AJ had hammered that point home, for Joey.  Soon it would be Joey’s turn to teach that lesson.

            In the meantime, Ashley was attractive, devoted, and available.

            “You got a lot of shit,” AJ said, glancing over one shoulder to the back of the truck, were bags were piled.

            “I have to look good for Kevin.”

            “Good luck.  Pull in there.”

            “No,” Justin said.  “Why?”

            “We’ve been shopping all fucking morning and I’m hungry,” AJ said.  “Just go to the drive-through.”

            “I have to get home.  I have-”

            “Then you’d better hope the service is fast,” AJ said.

            Justin’s tortured expression pleaded with AJ to understand.  “I have to go home so I can shower and get ready for Kevin.  What if-”

            “Are you denying a direct request?” AJ asked.

            “You can eat when we get home.  When we get to my place,” Justin said.  “There’s lots of food there, please, let’s just-”

            “Pull,” AJ said.  “In.”

            “Are you doing this just to fuck me over?” Justin asked, making the turn.

            “I’m doing this because I’m hungry.”

            “Fuck,” Justin moaned, pulling in behind a line of cars.  “I hate you!”

            AJ shrugged.  “Works for me.”

            Other drivers kept staring.  Trevor was driving the hottest car he’d ever seen, with Chris Kirkpatrick at his side.  This was the coolest moment of his life.

            “So.”  Chris turned off the DVD player.  “What’s it like to be a pimp?”

            Trevor grinned at him.  “Pretty good so far.”  He did wish that he could see himself driving the car.  He wanted to see what it looked like flying down the road, especially with the neon glowing on the street beneath.

            Having a car like this gave him confidence.  He wanted to pick somebody up and get laid.  The main “somebody” he had in mind, though, was Chris, and he couldn’t really make a first impression at this point.

            He couldn’t decide whether he wanted to have sex on the hood or the backseat.  The hood might be better for positioning, but he didn’t want to scratch the paint.  Maybe if they tried it - - damn, he wanted Chris.  Now all he could think about was his dick pressing into Chris’s-

            “I hate to be the speed police, but you might want to slow down a little,” Chris said.  “You know, before you hit mach two.”

            Oh!  “Sorry.”  He eased his foot off of the accelerator, taking a steadying breath.  He tried not to think about Chris.  Tried not to think about kissing Chris’s stomach.  Rubbing his thumb over Chris’s hipbone.  Licking - - fucking - - damn it!  Flexing his fingers on the wheel, he reined his mind back in, but nothing could slow the pulsing of his dick.

            “Are you okay?”

            Hell.  “Can we go to your house?”

            Kevin sat beside Nick, stretching his arm out along the back of the couch.  “Do you think that Joey’s smart enough to follow instructions?”

            “He’s learning.”  Slouching down comfortably, Nick opened a jewelry box and examined the watch inside.  “Not my style, but it’s not bad.”

            Kevin gave it a dismissive glance.  “You paid more than it’s worth.”

            “Not my money.”  Nick tried it on.  “He’s pushing it.  I don’t know how he’s going to pull this off.  He’s playing it so damned close.”

            “He’s walking a tightrope,” Kevin agreed.  “He’s careful, but it could be a close call.”

            Taking off the watch, Nick put it back into the case and set it aside.

            Kevin studied him, then touched his hair.  “What about you?  We didn’t get a chance to talk yesterday.”

            “I have to leave a lot of it to Joey right now.  It’s frustrating that I can’t get in there and run it all myself, but that’s the way I set it up, so I have to go with it.”

            “You have to learn to be more patient.”

            Nick rolled his eyes.  “I didn’t come here for a lecture.”

            “I’m not lecturing you.  I know it’s hard to leave things in someone else’s hands.  How in control do you think I feel with Chris running the show?”

            “Chris will do anything you want,” Nick said.  “Even when he doesn’t want to, he still has to.  He’s…”  Nick ran out of words and gestured.

            “Compelled,” Kevin said.  “Did you talk to Joey about going to Vegas?”

            “Not yet.  I want to bring it up closer to the day.”

            “I wish I could be there.”

            “You’ve seen me perform a million times.”  Nick grinned.  “That’s not even an exaggeration.”

            “Not by yourself.”

            “I’m not alone up there.  There’s a band.”

            Kevin smiled at him.  “You’re the only one anyone’s looking at.”  Kevin’s gaze gained focus.  “Remember to tell Kirby to get his shit together this time.  You-”

            “I will,” Nick said.

            “Take care of the-”

            “Kevin, I know what I’m doing.  I’ve done the show before.”

            “Not at this venue.  And you didn’t always have to pay attention to all of the details before.  You’re in charge now, and you’re responsible for-”

            “I know that,” Nick said.  “I figured that out fast.”

            “Okay.”  Kevin touched Nick’s cheek.  “I’ll bet that Ashley would love to see you up there.”

            “Angel creams if I give him the right look.  He’d lose it if he saw me perform.”

            Kevin smiled.  “You have that effect on people.”

            Whimpering, Brian begged Lance to make love to him, crying out in the wordless anguish of need as Lance’s fingers teased and taunted.

            Ashley didn’t know where Nick was, and didn’t care.  This was his time with Joey, his alone.  No Nick, none of his friends, none of Joey’s friends.  Just the two of them alone.

            Lunch had been great.  They’d talked about everything.  He couldn’t believe how much he still didn’t know about Joey.  He wanted to soak up more and more information.  Joey had already done so much, traveled, accomplished, experienced.  Lived.  It really put things in perspective for Ashley, told him how much farther he had to go.

            Feeding Joey turned him on.  Paying that much attention to Joey’s mouth made him want to kiss it, made him want to feel it on him, Joey’s lips moving over him, Joey’s tongue tasting him, Joey’s beard tickling and scratching his skin.

            Being fed by Joey was an intimate thing.  Everything tasted better from Joey’s hand.  At first he’d tried to act cool with it, but as time had passed, he hadn’t been able to resist the urge to lick at Joey’s fingers.  Joey had indulged him, stroking his lips, dipping inside, and he’d sucked a little, feeling heat uncoil within.

            He loved spending time with Joey.  Loved getting to sit and really talk with Joey.  Loved this chance for alone time.  Loved that Joey had gone to trouble for him, setting up this lunch.

            Loved that Joey had pushed a tray aside and was kissing him.  Moaning, he rubbed his hand over Joey’s chest, feeling the hardness of Joey’s body, tugging on Joey’s shirt to get closer.  “You know I love you,” Joey said, pulling his shirt up.

            “I know, I know,” Ashley promised, pulling his shirt the whole way off.  “I love you, too, Joey.”

            Joey’s kiss was aggressive, made his body respond.  “I need you, pretty, I want you, I have to have you.”

            “Take me,” Ashley whispered, groaning as Joey unzipped his jeans.  “Fuck me.”

            Naked after his shower, Justin upended bag after bag over the bed; new clothes spilled over the mattress.  Once everything was out, he rifled through the pile, setting AJ’s clothes aside.

            AJ set a new hat onto his head, dropping comfortably onto the armchair.  “Looks like you have some decisions to make.”

            “I don’t know which Justin to be.”

            “Today, I’d go for the Justin that Kevin first came after.”

            “He hated me.”

            “But you had his attention.”

            Tempted, Justin rubbed his mouth, studying the clothes strewn across his bed.  “He used to make me undress for him.  He’d make me strip and then…”

            “Did you like stripping for him?” AJ asked.

            “Sometimes it made me feel sexy.  Sometimes it…it didn’t.”  Justin rubbed his wrist.  “Can I call Dan?”

            “No.”

“Is Kevin coming for me today?”

            “That’s up to him.”

            After Lance finally gave in and fucked him, Brian dozed, exhausted.

            Lance rested beside him, loosely holding him for Chris’s sake, thinking about Howie.  Hating Estrada.

            How could someone who hadn’t even known what a prostate was ever hope to satisfy Howie?

            Erik couldn’t even know how to satisfy an ordinary man.  But Howie?  Howie was too experienced, too demanding.  Howie was increasingly insatiable, but would never be willing to sacrifice quality for quantity.  Not Howie.

            Lance could provide both.

            What could Erik give Howie?

            With a weary moan, Brian rolled closer.

            Patiently petting Brian, Lance decided to talk to JC.

            Nick had been right.  After coming, Joey had smeared his cum across Ashley’s face, had rubbed his dickhead over Ashley’s lips, over Ashley’s cheeks.  Ashley had moaned eagerly, panting feverishly and making hot, desperate sounds.

            It made Joey wonder what else Ashley would react well to.

            No one could get this excited about a facial without being willing to do other, even more interesting things.

            After cleaning up a little, Joey sprawled comfortably on the pillows on the floor, tucking up with Ashley, kissing his skin, idly feeling him up.

            Ashley stroked his beard and talked about love and told him what a difference he’d made in Ashley’s life.

            He murmured flattering things and made Ashley feel good.

            Then Ashley wanted to talk about Justin and AJ.  That just reminded him of how interested AJ had been in him and Ashley, which turned him on.  So he derailed the conversation and fucked Ashley again.  Thinking about AJ, he fucked Ashley a little too hard, and Ashley came fast, squealing and clawing.  Ashley’s intense response got his hormones pumping, and he flipped Ashley over, fucking furiously, slamming, pounding, smacking Ashley’s ass.  He even heard himself growl.

            After he came across Ashley’s tight little ass, he rubbed his cum in, pinching and slapping.  Ashley arched for him, ass raised invitingly.  “You just had it,” Joey said, rolling him back over, covering him, kissing him.  Ashley kissed back hungrily, pulling him closer until their bodies rubbed together.  “You want it again already?  You need it that badly?”

            “I always want it,” Ashley panted, stroking his flesh like it was an enchanted texture.  “I always want you.”

            Trevor seemed antsy.  Chris was used to being the most fidgety person in any room; seeing how restless Trevor was made him feel calmer as he wondered what was going on.

            When Trevor asked to pull into the garage, Chris said okay and got out, opening the garage.  When Trevor drove in and turned off the car, but didn’t get out, Chris got back in and sat beside him.  “Are we waiting for something?”

            Trevor kissed him.  Surprised but accommodating, he kissed back, stroking the line of Trevor’s jaw while Trevor squeezed his thigh and rubbed his ass.  “Can we,” Trevor kissed him and met his eyes with a measure of embarrassment.  “Do you want to?”

            In the car?  Well, he’d done it in less comfortable places.  And under less comfortable circumstances.  “We might need-”

“Stay right here.”  Another kiss, like Trevor didn’t want to go anywhere.  “Get comfortable.”  More kisses, faster, and then a breathless, “Take something off” before Trevor was gone.

            Alone, Chris looked around the car.  He wondered if Kevin had paid for everything personally.  Did the Boys have a fucking-people-up account that they used to fund their special projects?

            It was possible that his own money had paid for this.  The money he gave Brian.

            He decided not to think about that very much.  And even if this had come at least in part from his donations, well, making Trevor happy was a good cause.  And the upholstery felt great.  He wouldn’t mind being sandwiched naked between this soft-soft leather and Trevor’s smooth, evenly caramel skin.

            Shoes off first, then socks.  Then Trevor returned, getting into the driver’s seat and closing the door, setting lube on the dashboard.  Before Chris could get a word out, Trevor was kissing him, pushing him back against the seat, climbing on top of him.  Swept up in Trevor’s enthusiasm, Chris let Trevor take over his mouth, running his hands down Trevor’s back.  The seat slid back and then suddenly reclined; Chris found himself on his back, stunned and breathless as Trevor jerked his fly open for him.

            He had to ask, “Have you done this before?”

            “I’ve been thinking about it since you got in.”  Trevor kissed him again, apparently not in the mood for a lot of conversation, pulling out his dick.  Helpless under Trevor’s aggression, Chris moaned, digging his fingers into Trevor’s back as he was kissed, Trevor’s hand pulling and pumping.  Groaning, Chris rocked up into Trevor’s grip, shuddering with heat as Trevor’s mouth kissed greedily over his neck.

            “I want you.”  Trevor’s words came out soft and rough, his fingers stroking back over Chris’s balls.  “I want you,” he groaned as Chris moaned at the warmth of his hand, “now.”

            Flooded by Trevor’s lust, Chris kissed him hungrily, moaning as Trevor’s hands slid up beneath his shirt.  Twisting into Trevor’s touch, he pushed his own hand down to Trevor’s groin, heat rushing him as Trevor groaned and his fingers encountered the thick bulge of Trevor’s erection.  Feeling the eager pulse of desire, he sucked quickly at Trevor’s tongue as he opened Trevor’s jeans and reached inside for that throbbing hardness.

            “Over,” Trevor panted, kissing him faster, harder, leaking precum into his palm as he rubbed and squeezed.  “Roll over.”

            Chris was barely there before his jeans and boxer-briefs were tugged down, his ass bared to Trevor’s hands.  While Trevor’s lube-slicked finger worked its way inside, making him tense and twitchy, he felt the warm press of kisses to his back through his shirt.  Wanting that on his skin, he started to pull his shirt off.  Trevor quickly finished the job for him, kissing down his spine, licking between his shoulder blades. Kneeling on the seat, digging his fingers into the headrest, Chris leaned forward, lowering his head and breathing raggedly, shuddering uncontrollably and moaning as Trevor twisted another finger in, stroking his prostate.

            With a low groan, Trevor panted against his nape, hot against Chris everywhere their skin touched.  “You feel so good.”  Moaning, Trevor dragged his fingers out, dick pushing in, in, in, stretching him, filling him.

            Clutching at the headrest, Chris moaned, one knee slipping off of the seat as Trevor surged deeper.  Dragging himself up, he shuddered at the luxurious leather rubbing the length of his body.  Realizing the very real danger of coming all over Trevor’s upholstery, he found his T-shirt, pushing it between himself and the seat.

            Moaning, making sexy, soft little grunting noises right behind his ear, Trevor fucked him in quick rhythm, one hand clutching his thigh, one hand rubbing across his stomach and grasping his erection.  While he writhed and desperately clawed at the seat, Trevor groaned his name, kissing his nape and fisting his dick and fucking him like orgasm was only seconds away.

Chris heard himself moaning out “eh, eh, eh,” each deep thrust forcing out another needy sound.  Sweating in the confines of the car, pushed up right against climax, at the mercy of Trevor’s passion, he cried out, aching, so close to fulfillment, so close.

“Yes, yes, god, oh…”  Trevor groaned, thrusting in harder, faster, jacking Chris to an ever-increasing rhythm.  “Chris, god, yes, I, I…”

He was too - - it was - - “Trevor-”

“Yes, yes, oh, yes, Chris…”

            Struggling not to fly apart, Chris reached back with one hand, gripping Trevor’s thigh, holding on.  “Faster,” so close, “give me,” oh god, “harder, harder, I’m…”  It was coming, it was coming, he was making desperate breathy sounds and he couldn’t stop rocking against Trevor’s thrusts, fucking Trevor’s squeezing hand.  Trevor gave him one deep thrust and he was dropped into the spiral, ecstasy spinning through him, pleasure burning through his shuddering body.  The tortured sounds of Trevor’s overwhelmed groans told him that Trevor was having the same problem.

Exhausted, panting breaths.

Silence.

Chris was splayed on his stomach, half over the passenger seat, half falling onto the backseat.  Trevor weighed him down, breathing against his back.

Clearing his throat, Chris found his voice.  “We’re sweating on your new leather seats.”

            “I love you for letting me do this.”

“What are friends for?”

Trevor kissed the back of his neck, easing off of him, shifting over to the driver’s side.  “You didn’t come on the upholstery, did you?”

Pushing himself up, Chris checked.  “Nope.”

“Oh.”  Trevor winced.  “Sorry about your shirt.”

“It’s okay.  I have more.”  Kicking his pants off the rest of the way, Chris got out of the car.  He hadn’t been naked in a garage since - - maybe he shouldn’t think about that.  Instead, he looked at the car.  “This is excellent.”

“I can’t believe I own anything this hot,” Trevor said.

He wondered what would happen when Justin found out.  “How’s your insurance?”

            Justin had to shave for Kevin.  He had to be smooth.  Kevin liked his face to look clean.  But his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn’t even attempt it.

            With an impatient sound, AJ took over, snatching the razor from his hand and sitting on the sink, doing the work for him.  Putting his hands on AJ’s hips, he stood still.  His fingers sought flesh under AJ’s clothes; stroking AJ’s skin calmed him.

            When AJ finished, wiping his face clean, he studied his chin in the mirror, worried.  Was it smooth enough?  Had AJ missed a spot?  He rubbed his cheeks, anxiety twisting through his gut.

            “Relax,” AJ said.  “If I wanted to sabotage you, I’d find a better way than a bad shave.  Get dressed.”

            He got dressed.  Black boxer-briefs.  Dark jeans not as loose as he’d worn lately, with a slim black belt.  New socks and sneakers.  A T-shirt fitted close to his body, snug on his pecs.  He tied on a matching bandanna, studded with rhinestones, then slipped on a slim black jacket.

            AJ studied him, circling.  A tug here, a tug there.  “Not bad.”

            “What if he hates it?”

            “There’s a ninety-nine percent chance that Kevin will hate anything you wear,” AJ said.  “Don’t worry about it.  Didn’t you used to wear diamond earrings?”

            Oh!  Justin found an old pair.  “How’s this?”

            AJ shrugged.  “Looks like you have everything but the ‘fro.”

            He was dressed, he’d shaved, he - - “Lube!  I forgot!”  Rushing to the bathroom, Justin hunted quickly, searching for - - “Shit!” he exclaimed, as hygiene products fell into the sink and hit the floor.  “Damn it!”

            “You’re way too worked up over this.”  AJ helped him to gather everything back up.  He wasn’t much good; his hands shook.  “Do you want to go dancing?”

            “No!  No, I’m fine, I, Kevin’s coming for me, Kevin’s going to come for me, he might be here any minute.”  His fingers trembled as he tried to uncap the blackberry lube.

            “God, you’re so fucking helpless.”  AJ took it from him, uncapping it with a quick flick.  “Unzip.”

            Opening his fly with unsteady hands, Justin realized that he’d broken into a sweat.  He leaned forward slightly, gripping the edge of the sink, as AJ eased his jeans and underwear down, crouching down behind him.  Gentle fingers opened him, slicked him, penetrating.  His knees weakened.  As he breathed through his mouth, his body moaned Kevin’s name.

            “Are you going to keep it together?” AJ asked, fingers leaving him.

            “What if he doesn’t want me?” Justin asked.  “What if he doesn’t come?”

            Rinsing his fingers off in the sink, AJ tugged Justin’s pants back up, turning him around and zipping him up.  “Then today will be like all of those other days he didn’t come to you.”  Finding a washcloth, AJ dabbed sweat from Justin’s face.  “You’re a desperate, whining cunt, but you’re stronger than you pretend to be.  Kevin’s abandoned you before.  It’ll happen again.  You’ll cry and scream and throw temper tantrums, but you’ll get through it.”

            Justin stared at him in disbelief.

            The doorbell rang.

            AJ smiled.  “Just in time.”

            Oh, god.  Justin’s heart lurched; his stomach fell.  He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

            “You’d better go.”  AJ pressed a soft kiss to his lips.  “See you later.”

            His thoughts frozen, Justin moved like he was unfamiliar with his own body.  He went downstairs.  He went to the front door.  He opened it.

            “Get in the backseat and wait for me.”  Kevin walked right past him, entering his house and closing the door.

            Swallowing, Justin went to the truck waiting in the driveway.  He climbed into the backseat.  He touched the driver’s seat.  He adjusted his bandanna.  He whispered Kevin’s name to himself and rubbed his wrist.

            Kevin walked out of his house, tall and proud, striding towards the truck with confidence.  Awe, fear, and sexual heat pumped through Justin’s body.  “Kevin,” he said, shifting eagerly, needing.  Kevin opened the door to the truck, getting into the front seat like he wasn’t even there.

            “Kevin,” Justin said.

            “Did I tell you to speak?”  Kevin started the engine.

            Chastised, Justin shut up.

            Kevin backed out of the driveway.  “Brian talked to me.”

            Justin’s skin felt too tight.

            “Only you would be such a selfish, arrogant, greedy little bitch you’d take the shirt from someone else’s back just because you want it.  Don’t you ever do anything like that again.  Brian was too generous with you.  You took advantage of his giving nature, and I’m not happy with you.”

            Oh, god.  “I’m sorry, Kevin.”  He trembled inside; his voice came out soft and scared.

            “He also said that you told Joey about the last time we saw each other, and you weren’t sure whether you’d done the right thing or not.  Only you would be so stupid and short-sighted and thoughtless that you’d bother Brian with unnecessary questions.  Am I ever not clear with you?  Do I ever not tell you what I want from you?”

            “I’m sorry, Kevin.”  He could barely get out the words.  Kevin was upset.  He was in trouble.

            “I know that you don’t understand the meaning of loyalty, but you’ve always liked to pretend that Joey is your friend.  I know that you’re too stupid and self-absorbed and uncreative and weak to be interested in the game, but Joey’s a part of it.  Unless I specifically tell you otherwise, unless AJ gives you specific instructions, it is your job to communicate with Joey, Chris, JC, and Lance.  You don’t have to run and tell them every little thing like some gossiping whore, but you shouldn’t keep anything to yourself.  Haven’t we been telling the five of you to communicate better?  Do you ever listen during those meetings, or are you too busy thinking about how much you want yourself?”

            Choking on fear and shame, Justin whispered, “I’m sorry, Kevin.”

            “Apologizing to me is worthless.  I already know you’re disgusting shit that can’t do better.  But you owe Brian a very sincere apology.  And I’m going to make sure that it’s as sincere as someone as shallow and dishonest as you can be.”

            By the time he’d showered and put his clothes back on, Brian was walking more steadily.  He went right over to the bed, though, kissing Lance and sinking down onto his back, pulling Lance with him.  After a few slow kisses, he simply tucked his face against Lance’s neck and breathed.

            Lance stroked his side.  “Thanks for…letting me.”

            “Oh, god.”  Brian shivered beneath him.  “That was fantastic.”  Brian kissed him again, then looked into his eyes, Brian’s gaze too open, naked to him.  “I’ve never felt like I was at someone else’s mercy like that.  You were amazing.  I’ve never felt like that.  And how did you learn how to…do all of that?”

            “Experimentation.”  He kissed Brian slowly, fingers twitching as he remembered the heat of Brian’s body.  “You felt terrific.  I love how responsive you are.”

            “I’ve waited so long for this,” Brian said.  “I’ve wanted you so much.”  More kisses, deeper, Brian moaning softly.  “You can do more with one finger than most people can do with their entire bodies.”  A gentle stroke down Lance’s cheek.  “Did anything specific bring this on?”

            Lance smiled at him.  “I just wanted to see if I still had it.”

            Brian kissed him.  “Someone like you could never lose it.”

            It looked innocent.  A pleasant two-story suburban house.  But the sight of it made fear churn in the pit of Justin’s stomach.

            When Kevin parked in the garage, and the door went down, Justin felt trapped.  Doomed.

            Kevin’s voice was cold.  “Get in the house.”

Continue on to part seventy

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