Jack

by A M Snead

  “Don’t tempt me, you sweet sexy siren,” Bailey groaned and chuckled. When Marcus continued to motion him forward, a sensual smile on his lips, Bailey groaned more audibly and walked to the bed. He cupped Marcus’ head and kissed his mouth. “You are bad for my soul, you little devil.”

  “But good for your other parts, right?” Marcus smiled mischievously and slipped his hands beneath Bailey’s shirt to caress his stomach.

  “Oh, hell yes.” Bailey shuddered and kissed him again, then looked at Mickey. “Do you want me to join in, as well?” He smiled, but Garrett noticed the tightness around Bailey’s eyes as he gazed at Mickey—and how Mickey stiffened with tension.

  “Of course, I do.” Mickey smiled back, yet a strong note of uncertainty weighed down his voice.

  “I’m not convinced,” Bailey murmured. “How about you come closer and show me that you’re serious?”

  “Hey,” Garrett muttered when Mickey withdrew his hand. “The boy was busy.”

  Marcus dropped down against Garrett and kissed his chest, grinning. “I can take care of you…if you want me to.”

  “If I want you to.” Garrett smirked. “You’re a funny boy.” He leaned forward and wrapped an arm around the boy’s neck and pulled him into a kiss. “I am curious if your hands are still as magical as Mickey’s.”

  “Maybe more.” Marcus smiled darkly and cast Mickey a sidelong glance, his eyes sparkling. But the other boy had his back to them, engaged in a deep, passionate kiss with Bailey. Marcus shrugged and began dropping kisses all over Garrett’s torso as his hand snaked down and pushed under the band of Garrett’s briefs, touching raw hard flesh.

  “Mm!” Garrett raised his hips, pushing himself into the boy’s hand. He glanced at Bailey and Mickey as they drew back from their kiss. Bailey cupped the boy’s face and touched his head to Mickey’s brow, whispering words too low for Garrett to interpret. Mickey nodded slowly and whispered something back. It had the feel of being more than “sweet nothings” but Garrett kept his tone light as he chuckled, “Hey, now. No whispering and keeping secrets from the group.”

  Bailey smiled. “No secrets here.” He crawled onto the bed and dropped down beside Garrett, drawing Mickey with him. “Oh, by the way,” he said and gripped Garrett’s crotch, covering Marcus’ hand through the denim and aiding the boy in massaging Garrett’s package. “I was looking for you to ask if you wanted to take a ride into the city with me. I need to grab some things from my apartment. And stop by the club and talk to Daniel, see when he has me scheduled to go onstage again.”

  “I thought you would’ve asked Lucas to ride along.” Garrett hadn’t meant for the twinge of bitterness to surface with Lucas’ name, but it welled up nonetheless. He was fully aware that such bitterness was entirely unwarranted, though he tried to tell himself it was merely the man’s cocky attitude that had his feathers ruffled. But the truth of the matter pressed at his mind—and even more forcefully at his heart.

  He was just plain jealous. Oddly, not so much about the sex between Lucas and Jack but the closeness they were developing as friends and confidants.

  The very same closeness that Garrett had been forging with the young man before everything had gone to hell.

  “In case you hadn’t noticed,” Bailey mused. “Lucas is a bit…preoccupied at the moment.”

  “Preoccupied” fucking Jack.

  So maybe he was a tad jealous of the “sex” as well.

  ♥

  It frightened and unnerved Scotty to see Bailey enter the twins’ bedroom after Garrett. They weren’t stupid or blind. Mickey was acting out of character and they cared about him enough to press him until he told them why. But surely, he wouldn’t tell…would he? Marcus was everything to him—he’d die before putting the other boy in danger.

  Why did you have to come out to the woods, Mickey? Why did you have to see us? Everything was fine—you weren’t supposed to know. No one was supposed to know.

  Scotty left his room and walked quietly down the hall to the twins’ door. He held his breath and listened. Muffled voices and soft laughter, along with an occasional moan, reached him. Scotty swallowed thickly as a lump formed in his throat. Memories of both Marcus and Garrett lingered strong in his mind. He and Marcus had never made love…Marcus hadn’t loved him. A part of him clung to the belief that Garrett still did, but lately it all felt so confusing.

  His palm flattened on the door and he rested his brow against the wood, eyes stinging as he listened to the four of them. If he knocked on the door and asked to come in…would they welcome him? Or would his presence dampen the mood? It hadn’t escaped his attention the way Garrett had looked at him, his whole change in attitude when Scotty had come into the room earlier. And Mickey…

  Why would Mickey want you around? It’s because of you that Marcus was threatened.

  Only Bailey and Marcus showed themselves friendly. But would they still if they knew what Mickey knew?

  Tears formed, and Scotty closed his eyes. All he’d ever wanted since he came to Gideon’s home was to be a part of this family…to be loved. But right from the start, he had never felt truly accepted.

  It’s because you’re fucked up and they know it. Why would they want some fucked-up freak in their family?

  Scotty squeezed his eyes tighter, tears forcing out. He hugged himself as he leaned against the door—on the other side of which love and friendship abounded. Wet droplets began to drain across his skin and he looked down to find his nails gouging his arm, breaking the surface as blood seeped out and dripped onto the carpet at his feet.

  A sob broke in his throat and he backed away from the door. God…what is wrong with me? He began to shake and retreat down the hall, his head ducked, face streaked with tears.

  “Scotty?” His name was spoken with concern from behind him, startling Scotty.

  He looked around slowly. Derek, Zach, and Chase came down the hallway from the stairs.

  “Scotty, what’s wrong?”

  Trembling, Scotty whispered, “Nothing.” Yet the tears continued to flow.

  Derek’s gaze shifted to Scotty’s arm and his eyes widened with alarm. “You’re bleeding.” He stepped toward him, but Scotty recoiled, causing the man to hesitate.

  “I…It’s just a scratch,” he mumbled thickly, averting his eyes. “I’m fine.” He didn’t wait for any more questions and hurried back to his room. The three boys didn’t follow him to insist he tell them what was wrong. No one ever followed after him.

  Mickey they would question until they got to the truth…because he was their special one.

  But Scotty…they were content to leave him to himself and not make his problems their own.

  ♥

  Jack trembled as his body pressed against Lucas’ warm, slick skin, his face hovering close to the man’s ear. The real emotions were churning, threatening to overwhelm him as tears slipped from his eyes and dripped onto Lucas’ shoulder.

  “Stay in your role,” Lucas whispered, his voice unsteady and thick with emotions of his own. “You can do this, baby. We both can.”

  “I’m…I’m okay.” Jack trembled. But he was a far cry from “okay.” Pressure squeezed his heart until it was hard to breathe. He needed to get past the “emotional” part of this scene and to the fucking itself. His thoughts were fast becoming his enemy as it became more and more difficult to keep images of past encounters with Garrett out of his head. The promo—so painfully fresh and raw—haunted his dreams, and now his waking hours as well. Even now, his body ached and burned to feel the man inside him again. Not just fucking him but making love to him.

  Jack squeezed his eyes shut, battling the images and emotions…the memories.

  Desperate for the distraction, he threw himself back into his role as Austin and clutched Lucas’ head, kissing him with a pent-up passion that didn’t need to be “faked.”

  57 The Pool Skit: Scene Three—“The Pool (pt 2)”

  “They might see us.” Austin hugged Lance’s head, a
tremor in his body as he buried his face deep in Lance’s neck.

  “I don’t care,” Lance moaned and peeled away Austin’s shirt. He kissed his neck and across his shoulder. “I’m tired of pretending to be someone I’m not…” He sucked Austin’s throat and dragged his lips to his mouth. “Of pretending that I don’t feel the things I do.” He urged Austin to straddle him and the guy needed no added coaxing as he crawled onto his lap. Lance caressed his warm back muscles, his lips melding to Austin’s. He moaned and withdrew from the kiss. “I don’t want to be afraid of what it means…” His arms enveloped Austin and he kissed him softly. “…to say I love you.”

  Austin’s eyes filled. “I don’t either,” he whispered, trembling.

  Lance tightened his hold on Austin and leaned forward, slowly laying Austin down on his back. Lance kissed him deeply then began a gradual descent down Austin’s body, laying kisses on his throat, his chest, his stomach. He unfastened Austin’s shorts and pressed his lips to the exposed skin beneath the open fly.

  “Mmm…” Austin lifted his hips on reflex and Lance slowly tugged the shorts down his thighs, freeing Austin’s stiff cock.

  His breath quickening, Lance worked the shorts off then took Austin in hand and stroked him as he laid kisses all around the base of his shaft and lower still, sucking gently at his sack.

  “Fuck…” Austin shuddered.

  “I’ve waited so long for this,” Lance murmured. “All my life…just to be out and open with the man I love.” He licked slowly up Austin’s shaft and swirled the tip of his tongue around the head.

  “Uuuhh…God…” Austin sank his fingers in Lance’s hair, his body arching. “I’ve been waiting so long, too,” he panted softly, then gasped and whimpered as Lance took him into his mouth. “Fuck…yes.”

  Lance took him deep, with strong strokes, until Austin was biting his lip to stifle his cries. He clutched Lance’s head and released his lip, a hard gasp bursting out, followed by a rush of erratic panting. A shudder swept through him when Lance pulled off him and moved up over the top of him. He gazed into Austin’s eyes for a moment then grabbed at his lips, sucking the bottom then the top before taking the full kiss.

  “Mmm,” Austin moaned. Their lips parted slowly, glossed with the wetness of their kiss. “Lance…” He rubbed his hands up Lance’s chest and around behind his neck. Lance lowered down against him and rubbed his hard crotch on Austin’s stiff cock. “Fuck…” Austin gripped the back of his head and rolled his hips. He swallowed hard, sweat trickling from his brow as his breath puffed off his lips. The plea for Lance to fuck him trembled on his lips when the man lifted off him and sat up, pulling Austin up to him.

  Lance wrapped his arms around Austin’s body and caressed his back. He kissed him again, teasing his lips and mouth with his tongue. “Let’s cool off,” he groaned and snaked his tongue in Austin’s mouth and reached one hand between them, firmly stroking Austin’s cock. “I want to fuck you in the pool.”

  Shuddering with a swarm of pleasant shivers, Austin whispered, “Isn’t that against club policy?”

  Lance touched his head to Austin’s brow. “I’m sick of policies, and rules.” He pressed his lips tenderly to Austin’s mouth. “I just want to be with you…make love to you.” He deepened the kiss then took Austin’s hand and stood up, drawing him to his feet as well.

  A glance toward the bar revealed the absence of the two men who had been there just moments ago. Lance led Austin to the edge of the pool and pulled him into his arms. He caressed his nude body, his hands lingering on Austin’s ass. He smiled and kissed him again then hopped down into the pool and patted the concrete for Austin to sit.

  Austin sat down and let his feet drop into the water as Lance moved in between his legs. He scooped water in his palms and dribbled it back and forth along Austin’s thighs, caressing it into his skin. His head dipped, and he kissed Austin’s legs, moving upward until he once again had the man’s cock deep in his mouth.

  “Uuh!” Austin leaned back on his arms and pumped his hips. His head dropped back, his breath quick and uneven. “Oh fuck, Lance…Uuuhh…God, that feels good.”

  Lance groaned and sucked him harder then pulled off him and kissed his stomach. Austin sat forward as Lance kissed up his chest to his throat. “Oh God, baby.” Lance shuddered. “Why were we so afraid to admit how we felt for one another?” He sucked Austin’s neck as Austin leaned down a bit, rubbing his hands down Lance’s back.

  “Just scared…” Austin whispered and found Lance’s mouth, kissing him with a measure of desperation. “…that the other didn’t feel the same.”

  “So much time wasted…” Lance murmured, softening their kiss. “…because of fear.” He drew Austin down into the water with him and pinned him gently against the wall of the pool. “Time that could have been spent in each other’s arms.” Lance went in for another kiss, their tongues meeting seconds before their lips touched. Austin plunged his hand under the water and cupped Lance between his legs, squeezing his hard bulge, massaging his cock through the thin spandex speedo. Lance shuddered and pushed himself into Austin’s hand, rocking against his palm. “I want you so bad.” He trembled and dragged his lips across Austin’s cheek. He nipped the curve of his jaw, then his throat as Austin tilted his head back with a loud moan. “Fuck, baby…”

  Austin withdrew his hand and wrapped his arms around the man’s neck as Lance ground his crotch against Austin’s rigid cock, rocking and thrusting with a sensual rhythm. “Fuck…Lance…” Austin curled one leg up around the man’s hip and squeezed, pulling him in tighter. “Fuck me, baby…please.”

  “I’ve been waiting so long for that, too,” Lance groaned and cupped Austin’s face, kissing him passionately. “To hear those words from your lips.”

  Drawing his leg up higher, Austin snagged his toes in the band of Lance’s speedo and shoved them down off his ass.

  “Fuck, yes…” Lance panted and kissed Austin hard as he aided the guy in removing his underwear. He worked them off his feet and tossed the skimpy swimwear out of the pool then pushed up hungrily against Austin. He pulled Austin’s leg up around his waist again and raked his hard cock on the guy’s rigid member.

  “Uuh!” Austin choked out loud and clawed Lance’s wet body, still slick with tanning oil. “Fuck…”

  Lance grabbed his other leg and, using the pool wall to support Austin’s back, lifted it up as well. Austin wrapped both legs around Lance and hooked his ankles as the man cupped his ass, adjusted him a fraction then rubbed his cock between Austin’s cheeks.

  “Oh God.” Austin shuddered and clung to Lance, his face buried in the man’s neck. “Yes, baby…I can’t wait any longer.”

  “Oh fuck…me neither,” Lance groaned and drew his hips back a little, positioning himself at Austin’s entrance. He kissed Austin again, lips trembling against his mouth. His eyes were hazy with desire, a light gloss of tears shimmering in their depths. “I love you, Austin,” he whispered and captured his mouth with another kiss as he began to shove inside Austin’s body.

  A tight whimper pushed up Austin’s throat and seeped out through their kiss. His nails dug into Lance’s shoulders, slipping against his hot, oiled skin then catching hold, gouging.

  “Fuck!” Lance ripped out of the kiss and gasped sharply. “Uhh! God! You’re so tight, baby…”

  His jaw tight, Austin arched and released one hand from Lance’s body and grabbed hold of the pool’s edge, his palm smacking loudly on the wet concrete. “Fuuuck! Oh my God…Uuuhh!”

  Lance rolled his hips, shoving his thick cock through Austin’s tight, inner sleeve. “Holy fuck,” Lance panted, face pinched. He squeezed Austin’s ass and held him steady as he entered him deeper still. “Oh my God,” he choked, “Austin…fuck…I’m gonna lose my mind.”

  “Shit,” Austin gasped and clutched the edge of the pool with both hands, using his arms for leverage as he began to rock on Lance’s cock, stroking slow and steady. “Oh fuck…yes…fuck me, Lance…”


  The cool water rocked against their bodies as their pace quickened. Austin squeezed his legs around Lance as the man thrust into him harder, faster.

  “Fuck-fuck-fuck!” Lance panted erratically, his muscles straining as he fucked Austin with added force.

  “Shit…” Austin cried and rode his cock with increased urgency. “Uh-uh-uh! Fuck!” He sank to his elbows and his fingers gripped the edge of the pool, his knuckles whitening. “Yes-yes! Fuck! Fuck me-fuck me!”

  Lance withdrew rather than giving him more. He grabbed Austin’s flushed face and kissed him deeply, then suddenly dropped beneath the surface of the water as Austin’s legs released his body and his feet touched down on the bottom of the pool. He panted unevenly, struggling to catch his breath—then lost it again when Lance’s mouth took his cock beneath the water.

  “Fuck!” Austin choked. Moments later, Lance resurfaced and crushed his mouth with another kiss. Austin trembled with a shaky laugh. “Shit.”

  Lance smiled and kissed him more tenderly, trailing his fingertips down Austin’s cheeks. “Let’s go back to the bed,” he whispered softly and rubbed his lips across Austin’s. “I want to make love to you.” He stepped back as Austin nodded and pushed away from the wall. “But first—you gotta dunk.” Lance laughed and grabbed Austin’s head, dunking him all the way under the water.

  Resurfacing in a hurry, Austin coughed and laughed, swiping water out of his face. “You could’ve warned me first.”

  “Where’s the fun in that?” Lance grinned and moved in close, taking hold of Austin’s hips and pushing their bodies together. He nibbled Austin’s lower lip. “Life would be boring without spontaneity.”

  “Hmm.” Austin gave him a skeptical look and smiled. His arms curled around the man’s neck and he kissed his throat. “I thought you wanted to make love to me.” He rubbed his hard member against Lance’s fierce erection. “Or were you just teasing?”