The Agency

by D. J. Manly

  Chapter Six

  Scott hesitated when she told him to come in. He glanced back at his suitcase, then reached for it.

  “Do you need a place to stay?” Amanda asked, eyeing the bag. “This is still your home, you know. It will always be your home.”

  Scott nodded silently. He reached out his hand and squeezed her forearm. “It won’t be for long, and it’s not like before. I…”

  “Of course not,” Amanda interjected. “Where’s Ciel?”

  Scott met her eyes. “I’d rather not talk about him right now.”

  “Okay. Well,” she said, brightening, “you’ve come at the right time. I’m having a party tonight for some of my good friends, a few you might remember.”

  “Good,” he said. “I could use a party.”

  “Your old room is still there. I haven’t touched it,” Amanda said. Her pulses were fluttering. She could hardly believe that Scott was here, standing right in front of her. She was so happy to see him. She loved him dearly, but she couldn’t help but feel a little resentful. After all, she hadn’t heard a word from him since he’d left two years ago.

  She realized that she was chattering on because Scott had suddenly fallen silent. She glanced back at him, leading him up the stairs. There were dark rings under his eyes. He looked drawn. Well, hell, he looked bloody miserable. She stopped just before his room. “I have two new ones now,” she announced. She wasn’t sure why, but she had to make him aware.

  “I’m not here to…” He shook his head. His wavy dark hair was longer now, and he needed a shave.

  “I know. I’d never ask you. You’re a guest, and you can stay here as long as you need to.”

  He looked away.

  “Scott, baby,” she said. “Tell me.”

  “You were right,” he said, his voice sounding strangled. “He was the last man anyone should fall in love with.” He swallowed.

  “What happened, baby?” Amanda asked gently.

  He shook his head. “Not now,” he whispered. “Give me a few minutes to settle in. I’ll take a shower and change, meet your boys.” He smiled, but it looked contrived. “I could use a bit of recreation. I’m a free agent now.”

  She nodded. “You take your time. Guests won’t arrive until eightish. Hunter and Ramsay are going to put on a little show.” She smirked.

  He issued her a faint smile. “Hunter and Ramsay? What happened to Chase and Cassidy?”

  “Oh,” Amanda said, surprised. “How did you know about…?”

  “I ran into Jacques; it was last year, I think, and he told me.”

  “They’re gone. Well, Cassidy is dead.”

  “Dead?”

  “Yes, it’s a long story, and Chase left me for my brother Jordon. Do you remember Jordon?”

  Scott nodded. “Yep. How could I forget? He didn’t approve of me.”

  “That’s Jordon. I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.”

  “Okay,” he said, placing a hand on the handle of the door.

  “Honey,” Amanda said.

  “Um?” He turned around and glanced at her.

  “You might have picked up the phone. I know we didn’t part on the greatest of terms, but that didn’t mean I stopped caring about you.”

  “I know. I’m sorry, Amanda,” he said. “I never forgot you. I spent almost seven years here. In my head, it’s still my home. It’s the first place I thought of when…” He stopped. “Forgive me.”

  “I do,” she said, hugging him to her again. “I forgive you, my dearest.”

  She released him and let him walk back into his old room. She stood stunned in the hallway for a few minutes. She was happy to have Scott home, but she hated to see him suffering like this. She couldn’t help but be curious about what had happened with Ciel, but she was sure that he would tell her all in good time.

  An hour later, Amanda was in the process of informing Hunter and Ramsay—who looked irresistible in the dressy clothes she had bought them—all about Scott, when he suddenly made an appearance. He was dressed casually in black dress pants and a silk shirt with a subtle floral print faded deliberately into the background. It was a beautiful shirt. He had shaved, and he looked gorgeous, but Amanda could still see the dark rings under his eyes. “Boys, this is Scott,” she announced, dancing over and taking his arm. “I was just telling the boys about you. I hope you don’t mind,” she said, kissing his cheek.

  He shrugged, his gaze going to Hunter, then Ramsay. He held out his hand. “Good to meet you,” he said, shaking Ramsay’s hand. “I’m looking forward to the show.”

  Ramsay was the first to speak. He looked gorgeous in a pair of pale blue leather pants and a cream-colored shirt. His wispy hair had been feather-cut and streaked a little. When he spoke to Scott, Amanda couldn’t help but be amused at how bowled over by him he was. “You’re ah … gorgeous, Scott.”

  Scott laughed a little. “Thanks, Ramsay. You’re not so bad yourself.”

  Hunter didn’t shake his hand. He leaned over instead and slapped him on the bicep. “So this is the infamous Scott?”

  Scott’s eyes widened a little. “You know me?”

  “I know of you,” he said. “Jacques mentions you every once in awhile.”

  “Oh,” Scott shrugged. “Well, nice to meet you, Hunter.”

  “So, you guys have any instructions for tonight?” Amanda asked, adjusting one of her diamond earrings. “Where do you want to do your performance?”

  “The poolside,” Ramsay said.

  “So, what are we in for?” Amanda raised an eyebrow.

  “It’s a surprise,” Hunter told her.

  He looked very sophisticated tonight in his tight white pants and black open neck shirt. Amanda leaned over and ran a hand over his jaw. “Rough. I always liked a man who left a shadow. You remember how Ciel always had that…” she began, looking at Scott, then checked herself when she saw Scott’s face. “I mean, I used to ask Chase not to shave and…”

  “What happened to Chase?” Ramsay asked curiously, sitting on the sofa.

  “He’s with my brother. I’m sure you’ll get to meet him. They’ll be coming for a visit sometime. Well, I’m off to check the kitchen. Have a drink, boys, relax,” she sang out.

  *

  Hunter went to sit down beside Ramsay on the sofa now, and Scott raised an eyebrow when he saw Ramsay immediately stand up and leave the room. His eyes followed him until he was gone.

  “He’s allergic to me,” Hunter said, then laughed as if he didn’t care a damn.

  “Seems so,” Scott mused, studying Hunter. What a stunning guy he was. Hot was not the word. He had this raunchy sex appeal which hit him the moment he walked into the room. He wouldn’t mind a piece of that, actually. Ramsay, on the other hand, was like a piece of chewy scrumptious candy, sweet as sugar, but with a backbone of steel. “Hunter,” Scott said, letting his gaze wander over him before returning to his face.

  “Wow,” he said, “you really know how to check a guy out. Do you like what you see, baby?”

  “Definitely,” Scott replied. “I’m interested to see what you can do tonight.”

  Hunter smiled.

  “You’re biracial, aren’t you, like me?”

  “Don’t remind me,” he said, clearing his throat.

  Scott narrowed his eyes. “Where you from?”

  “I grew up in Jamaica.”

  “Ouch. The most homophobic place on earth practically.”

  “You’re telling me. And couple that with being biracial, they don’t get off on that.”

  Scott came and sat down beside him. “How long you been in the U.S.?”

  “Three years now.”

  “Legal?”

  “Yeah, man. My dad is an American.”

  “So, how did you get involved with the Agency?”

  He paused. “By accident.”

  “Okay,” Scott said. “You don’t have to tell me.” He searched his face. “I hope we can be friends. I don’t know how long I’ll be here, but
…”

  “Why’d you come back?”

  “Long story,” Scott said.

  “Think Amanda will let us fuck?” He met Scott’s eyes.

  That was direct. A smile played around Scott’s lips. “She will if she has any mercy.”

  Hunter laughed.

  Scott stood up. “I’m going to get that drink now. Want one?”

  “Sure,” he said. “Why not? Scotch.”

  Scott nodded and walked over to the bar, all the while aware that Hunter was scrutinizing his ass. To hell with mooning around. Fuck Ciel! Tonight he was going to drink, and he was going to have a good time. He’d just have to see what Amanda would let him get away with.

  As he carried the two glasses over to where Hunter sat, he said devilishly, “What do you think of my ass, Hunter? Does it pass?”

  “Baby, it more than passes.” Hunter winked at him. “You’re about to make me come in my pants, and that just won’t do.”

  Scott smiled seductively, and clinked his glass with his. “Guess I still got it.”

  “I bet you never lost it.” Hunter looked down at Scott’s groin. “I’d love to get a look at that.”

  Scott licked his lips slowly. “Oh yeah?”

  “Oh, yeah.”

  “What would you do to it if I let you take a peek?”

  “You tease,” Hunter accused. “You know I can’t do a damn thing right now. Amanda would crucify me.”

  “You and me both,” Scott laughed. His cock had stiffened considerably. “But it doesn’t change the fact that I’d love to ram my cock up that ass of yours.”

  Hunter met his eyes. “Hey, it’s your ass I want.”

  Scott smiled. “That could be arranged as well.”

  The doorbell rang, and Amanda called out to the maid to answer it. It broke the spell, and Scott drained his glass, poured himself another drink, and prepared to meet Amanda’s horny guests.

  Three out of the five guests were male, which wasn’t really a surprise to Scott. Amanda related much better to men than she did women. She could put people in their place fairly easily. Scott knew them all, and as far as he could remember, he detested them all too—snooty, arrogant, becoming disgusting pigs after they had had a few drinks. Amanda only invited them so that she could show off her boys and make them drool. Scott never did understand why she did that; it was some power game she liked to play.

  They all asked about Ciel, of course. One of them, a Martin Jamerson, brought Ciel up at the dinner table over dessert. “Scott,” he said in that annoying overbearing voice of his, “weren’t you paired with that gorgeous creature … Ciel, I believe?” He didn’t wait for Scott to answer. He turned to Amanda, who was sitting beside him at the head of the table. “Didn’t you find him in Europe?”

  “France, actually,” she said, sipping her coffee.

  Scott pushed his cake away.

  “Can I have it?” Ramsay whispered, and Scott nodded.

  Where in hell did he put it?

  “He was something. You should have seen this guy.” Martin looked around at the other guests. “Beautiful. Like a dream, hot, sexy, macho, and with a cock … well that cock, hard, juicy; and perform … could he perform.”

  Yes, that cock, Scott echoed in his mind. He closed his eyes for a second. Ciel had a beautiful cock, and he knew just what to do with it. He would have done anything to get this bore to keep his mouth shut, but just he went on and on. “I saw this guy with Scott one night at one of Amanda’s parties. They did a show at the pool. Do you remember, Scott?” He glanced over at him.

  Scott forced a smile. His hand trembled as he reached for his coffee cup. He was surprised when Hunter, who was sitting on his other side, placed his hand over his to steady it.

  “I’ve never been so turned on in my life. It was the most erotic fuck scene between two men I’d ever witnessed. I mean it…”

  “More coffee?” Amanda interrupted, a little louder than normal. Maybe she was taking pity on him, Scott thought. “Did everyone enjoy the dessert?”

  Mercifully, the conversation switched to other things. Scott sat back in his chair, deliberately not following the chatter.

  “Are you all right?” Hunter asked him, leaning into his ear.

  “I could use some air,” Scott said.

  Hunter stood up. “Hate to interrupt,” he said to Amanda, raising his voice over the chatter, “but Ramsay and I need some prep time. Give us some notice, Amanda, when you’ll be ready.”

  Scott stood up too. “Time for a smoke outside,” he said.

  “Smoke?” Amanda glanced at him. “Since when do you smoke?”

  “I took it up a few weeks ago,” he said.

  “Amanda,” another guest said, clearly not interested in Scott’s newly acquired smoking habit, “are we in for a special treat?”

  “Of course. I wouldn’t disappoint.” She winked.

  This guy was in his fifties, and rotund. Scott recognized him as an important big shot on one of her boards of directors.

  “Go smoke,” Amanda said. “And Ramsay, Hunter, go and do what you need to do. Let’s say a half an hour?”

  Ramsay nodded, pushing back his chair.

  Scott was down the hall heading for the door, Hunter on his heels. “I have some really good smoke,” Hunter said in Scott’s ear.

  “Hey,” Ramsay said, hurrying to catch up, “where you guys going?”

  Scott turned around. “Outside to smoke a bit of weed. You in?”

  Ramsay shrugged. “Sure. I could use something to…”

  “To make him forget who he’s doing the show with tonight,” Hunter jeered, jabbing his thumb at him through the air.

  Scott looked from one to another. “What’s wrong with you? I should be so lucky.”

  “Don’t pay any attention,” Ramsay said, walking out into the night air with them. “He’s full of shit.”

  Hunter laughed, leaning against the wall of the house. He took out three joints and handed one to each of them. He lit his, then passed the matches to Scott who lit his own, and Ramsay’s. “Picked this up yesterday. This stuff will make you horny as hell,” Hunter said, sucking in some smoke. “It’s all natural. I get it from a guy who gets it from home. We smoke it like nothing there.”

  “That’s why you’re so goofy,” Ramsay said, then he laughed. The smoke was already getting to him.

  Scott placed one hand on his groin and took another drag. “Either one of you up for sucking a bit of cock?” He looked at Hunter. He was so grateful that Hunter hadn’t asked any questions about Ciel.

  “I’m better at it than he is,” Ramsay interjected, reaching for Scott’s zip. Scott let him slide the zipper down, his eyes on Hunter.

  Hunter shrugged and took another drag before stubbing the joint out. “This is potent shit, man. I won’t smoke all this, I’ll be on my knees.”

  “One can only hope,” Scott murmured, letting his head stray back against the wall.

  Hunter winked at him. Oh, he was a real smooth operator.

  Ramsay had Scott’s cock in his hand. He was just about to slide to his knees when they heard Amanda’s voice. “Where are you guys?”

  Scott laughed, pushing Ramsay’s hand away, and quickly tucking his cock back into his pants. All three of them began waving the puffs of smoke away with their hands.

  Suddenly Amanda was there. She glanced at the three of them, shaking her head. “I know what you guys were doing. God, that smells good. You been holding out, Hunter?”

  Hunter grinned. “Why me?”

  “You’re the Jamaican.”

  Hunter howled with laughter.

  Scott and Ramsay began to laugh too, and for a minute they couldn’t stop.

  “Okay,” Amanda said with a frown, “you two”—she hooked her thumb toward Ramsay and Hunter…”get going. Scott, come with me.”

  Ramsay and Hunter sauntered back into the house. Amanda took Scott’s arm. “Hello, mother,” he said, grinning.

  “Not funny. Come
on. You want to see the show, don’t you?”

  “Oh baby.” Scott kissed her on the cheek. “Do I want to see the show!”

  Scott had another drink before Amanda asked them all to come outside by the pool. A well-dressed waiter was bringing around margaritas. “You should slow down,” Amanda told him. “You’re going to be sick.”

  “Amanda,” Scott said, “please. Just let me go. I really need this. If I’m sick, I’m sick. It’s my doing.”

  Amanda nodded. “All right, but tomorrow, we talk. Agreed?”

  Scott shrugged. “Sure.”

  He watched her as she walked off to talk to someone else. Talk. What in hell good would talk do when his heart was shattered? He sighed. He knew she wouldn’t let up until he told her. He knew he should probably cut out of here before he got sucked back in. Everything was easy here. So clear.

  And right now, it was just what he needed.

  Amanda moved back to where Scott was sitting now, in a wingback chair by the head of the pool. His hand was sitting on the arm of the chair, and she covered it with hers.

  “I’m all right,” he said. “Stop fussing over me.”

  Amanda’s gaze went to the pool. “They have everyone’s attention.”

  “Yep.” Scott took in some air. He motioned to the waiter and took another drink off the tray. Hunter and Ramsay had just stripped off their clothes and dived into the pool. It didn’t take long for the guests to stop talking to each other and pay attention. He watched as Hunter swam over to Ramsay. He pulled him up against him and kissed him hotly, which immediately got a rise out of the spectators. Scott swallowed the liquor which suddenly tasted a little bitter in his mouth. He couldn’t help being taken back to the time that he and Ciel had entertained some of Amanda’s guests in this very pool. He’d already been half gone over him, and Ciel had known it. He’d taken advantage of his emotions. Scott closed his eyes, then opened them again as he heard one the men moan, “God, they’re coming out.”

  Amanda smiled. She appeared very pleased with the reception Hunter and Ramsay were getting.

  *

  The pot had made Ramsay really horny. In fact, he thought he was going to climb the walls as he sat across from Hunter at the pool waiting for the guests to appear. As soon as they did, he’d stripped off and dived into the pool. He didn’t give a shit about anything tonight except getting off. It didn’t even matter that it was Hunter. Fuck Hunter, and fuck the past. Hunter was just as horny as he was. He could feel his hard cock slap his thigh in the water as he deep throated him with his tongue.