by Lourdes Skye
Few swerves in and out of traffic and the tail was still with them. “Shit, I can’t shake’em.”
Boris phone rung.
“Hello, I’m en-route to the Hudson Bay, are you on the road yet?” Spike’s voice came across the device.
“Yes, however, I think your authorities are following us.”
“Shit!” Spike hissed angrily. “Okay listen, time for Phase Two.”
“Phase Two, what is this?”
Instead of answering, Spike continued. “Go to LaGuardia and catch a flight to Miami. I’ll head for JFK International and do the same. We’ll meet at Miami airport and conclude our business. Then you can catch a flight home.”
“Sounds good.”
“Fine. I’ll see you in a few hours.”
Cobra stayed with the Mercedes right up until it pulled into the parking lot of LaGuardia airport. Barney was busy running the license plate numbers. They watched as the men exited the vehicle and walked into the airport baring an overnight bag and a briefcase.
“Shit!” Cobra punched the stirring wheel. “We’ve got nothing to rightfully detain them for. There’s no crime against going to a bar, meeting up with lowlife scum.”
“The check came back that the car was rented from Avis to a Mr. Boris Vankoff, two days ago. What’ll you want to do partner?”
“There’s nothing we can do right now. I suggest we go home, shower, change and then meet up later and go find Weasel. I’d really like to know why he was at that bar with Spike and what all was discussed at that table. Fuck, sitting in the car all night for nothing,”
Just then Cobra’s phone rang.
“What?!” he answered without bothering to see who it was.
“Uh-I was just calling to say hello,” Jace’s voice caressed his ear.
“Sorry cutie, that wasn’t aimed at you. It’s just the job—.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just tired. So what’s up with you?”
“I’m about to go to work. Are—you still coming by tonight?”
“Of course. You promised me a drink.”
Jace chuckled. “That sounds like a real lush.”
Cobra laughed and Jace learned that he liked the sound of it. Just another thing about the sexy cop that had him in a perpetual state of sprouting wood.
“Uh-well I guess I’ll see you later.”
“You most definitely will, cutie.”
“What?” Cobra asked as to the canny expression on Barney’s face.
“Hey, I’m just saying. You were on the phone with dude last night, now you’re getting calls and making promises to meet up. Somebody’s got a love jones in their bones.”
Cobra cracked up. “Man, you’re a real fool. Where do you come up with all these crazy ass sayings? Did you use those crap ass sayings to lure Diana in?”
“Don’t try to change the subject. I want to hear more about you and the bartender.”
“Shut up man and drive. Drop me off so I can change. Meet me back at my place in two hours. As they say, the freaks come out at night. We’ll let the sun set, then go hunt down Weasel’s ass.”
Octorian just finished swimming five laps in his large Olympic sized pool, when the maid rushed over to him, phone in hand. Snatching it, he answered, thinking it to be news of Jace. Instead it was another potential big company calling to withdraw from the business investment proposal. Octorian was so angry he threw the phone against the brick exterior of the house, shattering it to pieces.
Fuck, he knew it. He knew that Jace’s little caper was going to cost him bigtime. His patience was running pretty thin. He needed news of Jace’s whereabouts and he needed them fast. If he could locate him, then fix it in a way that it looks like he stole money from him and ran off with some buffoon, then ended up murdered: then the ones who pulled out will be more than willing to accept the proposal again. In any event, he had to come out looking the part of the victim. Sympathy went very far in opening up doors and wallets.
Climbing from the pool, he grabbed a towel and dried off. His next destination was to his office. There, he called Prynce.
“Do you have any news?”
“I am on my way to New York City. I believe it is there that I will be fruitful.”
“Fine, call me the moment you know something.”
“Will do.”
Soon, very soon Jace, Octorian sat back smiling as he envisioned all of the things he was going to do to his sweet little ass once he got his hands on him. His cock hardened at the mere thought of such sweet torture. Pulling his briefs down, he gripped his aching dick and began to stroke it. When that didn’t appease him, he opened the second drawer and took out a little black book. Flipping through it, he settled on one name in particular, Douglas Doyle. Oh sweet little Dougee was his boy toy. He was a slim 19 year old who had come to the house looking for employment. He was also a natural born bottom with the firm ass of a young boy. Octorian had given him two jobs. One as the pool boy and one as his boy toy. He’d frequently play with him when Jace was attending his weekly spa sessions. Octorian had taken great pleasure in dominating the young man. And he was such a good sub.
Octorian called Marc and instructed him to go pick up Doug from his apartment and bring him to the house. Of course, they were to use the back entrance.
Twenty minutes later his eager sub was kneeling between his thighs. Taking Octorian’s thick cock in his hand, his tongue snaked out and took a slow lick around the head. He teased the slit which was leaking with pre-cum, before engulfing the thick purplish head. Relaxing his throat, Doug began a steady rhythm of bobbing up and down on his length. He gagged as throat cum erupted and coated Octorian’s cock. Tossing his head back, Octorian all but howled as his young sub milked his member. Snatching the tin foil wrapper off the desk, Octorian demanded, “Ride me,” as he rolled the latex onto his shaft. Climbing aboard his prick, Doug worked his back as he rode his cock in piston up and down movements.
“Now slow down,” Octorian ordered. “That’s it. Grind on it. Now faster. Make me come. That’s it, that’s it, ah!”
Doug climbed off his lap only to have Octorian remove the condom. “Clean me up.” Just like a good lapdog, Doug complied. When he was finished, Octorian rang for Marc to come and take him home.
7
Jace was aware the moment Cobra entered the bar. It was as if the heat in the room went up a notch. Barney went directly to the bathroom to check and see if Weasel could be an occupant. When that turned up nothing, he took a seat at a table facing the door. Cobra stopped by the bar, leaned against it and winked at Jace.
“Hey cutie, how’s it going tonight?”
“As you can see, it’s still early and we have a full house.”
“Yeah,” his eyes scanned the crowd. “I see that.”
Jace pushed his drink across to him. Their fingers brushed momentarily as their eyes locked. “You…are…just beautiful,” Cobra whispered.
Jace’s tongue seemed to be comatose. It was then that he noticed their fingers were still touching.
“ ‘Cuse me, could I get neat whiskey,” a guy walked over to the bar and ordered, breaking through their little stare off.
“I-uh-I gotta go.”
“Yeah,” Cobra cleared his throat and pulled his hand away.
Jace tried not to watch his ass, as he walked away. Geez, that guy was just sexy.
“Uh oh, what’s the smirk on your face about?”
Barney looked his partner dead in the eyes. “You really like this guy huh?”
“I don’t know. It’s like I can’t get him out of my head.”
“I told you Cobra, what you need is to get laid.”
“Man, you’re such a perv. Sex is all you ever talk about,” Cobra laughed. “Does Diana know what a freak she has on her hands?”
“Man, I get it once every day and twice on Sunday.”
Again Cobra laughed. “TMI dude, get your head back in the game. From the look on your face, I guess dude wasn’t in
the bathroom.”
“No. I guess the little bitch is laying low. I can’t believe we didn’t run into him in any of the usual spots.”
“My guess is that he tipped off Spike and this Boris guy. Perhaps that’s why our stake-out turned to shit.”
“Mm, could be. But the way he hauled ass out of here last night, it has me wondering what his real game is.”
Just then Spike and a black guy strode in.
“Uh oh, don’t look now but our boy Spike has returned,” Barney said. “I wonder who dude is that he’s with.”
Cobra stood. “No time like the present to find out.”
He walked over to the pool table that Spike and the guy were now at. “Hey, can I get in on this game?”
“We’re playing for greenbacks,” Spike said.
“Yeah, before you step up, make sure your money is long,” the black guy said with a smirk on his face.
“I got a few bucks,” Cobra replied. “Rack’em up.”
With a sly grin and a head nod, Spike introduced, “The name’s Spike. This is Tyrone.”
The game was well underway when Cobra hit the eight ball, sending all of the balls into the surrounding pockets.
“Ante up,” he laughed as he won the game.
Spike and Tyrone tossed their money on the table. “Hey man, why don’t you give us a chance to win some of that paper back?” Tyrone suggested.
Cobra caught Jace coming from behind the bar and leaving out of a side door.
“Perhaps later.” His feet were moving before he realized it.
The steel door slammed hard as he stepped outside. Jace was leaning against the exterior wall, just breathing in the night. “Hey cutie, you want some company?” Cobra strode up to him. Placing one hand on the wall above Jace’s head, with his other hand, Cobra twirled a few strains of blond hair around his finger. “You know, you got the sexiest eyes I’ve ever seen.”
“I think yours are pretty hot too.”
“You do,” Cobra leaned in slowly, giving Jace the chance to pull away. Very softly, Cobra’s lips touched Jace’s. The lips teased, opened and tongues came out, seeking and tasting, as they moaned in union. Damn, even his mouth was sweet. Cobra‘s cock hardened as he gripped Jace by the nape of the neck, pulling him in closer, deepening the kiss. As their tongues danced, Jace’s stomach filled with warm tingling sensations. He moaned as Cobra gently nipped then sucked his bottom lip.
As Cobra was taller than he, his hard cock caressed Jace’s abdomen. Jace’s cock was pressed against his jeans as well.
The steel door screeched as it opened. They parted just in time to see Tyrone’s head emerge. “Hey, you ready for that game?”
Cobra sighed while Jace blushed profusely.
“Yeah, I’ll be right in.”
Cobra ran his thumb gently across Jace’s kiss swollen lips. “You coming in, I don’t feel too comfortable leaving you out here alone.”
“My break is almost over anyway.”
As they walked over to the door, Cobra took his arm and pulled Jace around to face him. “I’m really looking forward to Saturday.”
“Me too.”
“You be good and you just may get a kiss then too,” Cobra winked at him.
Oh wow, someone’s got an awfully big smile,” Lydia teased. “I guess you decided to do as I suggested, get a play thing.”
“It’s not like that.”
“Mm, I bet.”
They both laughed at her outrageousness.
Across the room, Spike and Tyrone tried to hustle Cobra but still lost. Not many could beat him. Cobra used to play professionally for a few years. He could play pool in his sleep.
Spike stepped closer to Cobra. “I like your mannerism. You seem real cool. You looking for work by any chance?”
“That depends on what kind of work. Right now, shit is slow. I’m slinging a little Push(weed) right now. You know…man’s gotta eat.”
“I feel you. Well…I happen to find myself in need of a security guy. If you’re interested, call me sometime next week at this number.” He handed Cobra a card. “Come on Tyrone, we got that thing to handle.”
“Right.”
“What was that all about?” Barney asked as Cobra took his seat once again at their table.
“I just got a job invite. He wants me to call him next week.”
“Damn, this may be the break we need.”
“Or it could be a set up. With these guys, you never know. However at this point, we can’t afford to ignore this chance. I’ll call him and see what’s up.”
“You know I’ll be riding hard behind your back.”
They pound fist. “Yeah, I know you got my back.”
“Speaking of backs, I saw you coming back into the bar with the bartender. Any pole smoking going on?”
Cobra laughed. “You, my friend, are a real perv. No, there was no pole smoking going down. I told you, I’m not looking for that from him.”
“What?!” Barney drawled.
“Shut up man,” he laughed as he ordered another round of beers.
Prynce arrived in the city a few hours ago. As a man of means, he knew the most likely places to go where one on the run would hide. It didn’t hurt any that he had contacts in the lower places in all of the major cities across the United States. Upon acquiring a hotel room and rental car, Prynce hit the streets. He started in lower Manhattan. His routine was simple, he’d show people the poster size picture of Jace and inquire if anyone’s seen him in the immediate area. A good three hours of fancy foot work proved to be futile, then suddenly, a break.
“ ‘Cuse me, have you seen this guy around. He’s my brother, our father just passed and I’m looking for him. Could be some money in it for you if you can point me in his direction,” Prynce approached two guys who just parked and climbed out of a white Dodge Magnum.
Spike glanced at the picture. “Nah, don’t know him.”
It was on the tip of Tyrone’s tongue to say the same but something made him give the picture another glance. “Yeah, I seen this dude. He works at a bar, The Silver Bullet, over on West Houston Street.”
“Please take another look. Are you sure it’s him. He doesn’t even know that dad died and it’s gonna break his heart but I gotta tell him, gotta try to bring him home,” Prynce pleaded, playing the loving brother act to a T.
“Come on Tyrone, we don’t have time for this,” Spike insisted somewhat irritated.
He looked at the photo again. “Yeah, that’s him.”
Prynce pulled out his wallet.
“Nah, keep it, just go get your brother. And my condolences on your dad. I loss mines a few years ago.”
“Thank you, thank you so much.”
Tyrone nodded as he and Spike walked off and entered a tall brick building. Prynce quickly made his way to his car and fed the GPS system the bar’s name and street. The system showed the quickest route to said location.
“Fuck!” he punched the stirring wheel. The bar was closed for the night. Well, one good thing, he now knew where Mr. Jace Vanderhuff worked. It was simply a matter of time before they bumped heads. The hours of operation on the door read, Mon. thru Fri. 5pm to 2am and Sat. 3pm to 4am. Sunday it was closed. He’ll simply come back tomorrow and wait all day if he had to but he would meet up with Jace. Of that, make no mistake.
8
Jace was nervous to say the least when Saturday morning rolled around. He’d showered and changed clothes twice. Now he stood in a pair of fitting Dussault Thrashed Denim jeans and a Dussault T-shirt. The jeans, very expensive, sported real diamonds and rubies in the charm-bracelet chain that ran from the front pocket to the belt hoop. The jeans hugged his perfectly round globes like a second skin. He applied a splash of Alex Max, Naughty Nights just when his phone rang.
“Hey,” he greeted.
“Hey cutie, I’m down stairs.”
Jace couldn’t miss him if he tried. Cobra was parked in front of his building in a pearl colored Chevy Avalanche. He was
standing outside of the vehicle holding the passenger’s door opened. “Your chariot awaits,” he flashed that sexy smile at Jace.
Jace giggled as he approached the truck.
“Good Morning,” Cobra’s hand came around his waist, pulling him close as he took his mouth.
Upon parting, Jace whispered, “Morning,” somewhat dazed.
“I’d better get you to breakfast before you be on the menu,” Cobra mumbled under his breath, as he closed the door and jogged over to the driver’s side and climbed in. Lord, Jace smelled so good it should be illegal. Already his cock was thickening. He had to shake his leg in an attempt to reposition it as he climbed into the truck: so that Jace wouldn’t get an eye full of aroused male.
Too late, Jace was squirming in his seat trying to hide his own erection. “So, what are we going to do today?” Jace tried to stir the conversation away from anything sexual.
“First, we’re going to get some breakfast at Kitchenette on Broadway. Then we’ll take a carriage ride around Central Park, take in a movie and get some lunch. Sounds good?”
“Yes.”
Parking around Broadway was hectic. They parked on a side street and walked in. The aroma filled their nostrils no sooner than the door opened. Again, Cobra was the perfect gentleman, holding the door open. He inwardly groaned when his eyes cast down on Jace’s plump little booty as he walked in front of him. Jace ordered the infamous peach pancakes, while Cobra had the blueberry ones.
As he chewed a mouthful of pancakes, Jace chuckled.
“Mm, what’s so funny?”
“I didn’t know snakes ate pancakes,” Jace teased.
“No, they usually eat blonds.”
Jace blushed profusely at the sexy way Cobra delivered that comment.
“That was really, really good,” Jace praised as they exited the restaurant.
“I’m glad you liked it. The city is filled with many different types of restaurants. You can get it all here, any type of food in the world that you desire.”
“Say,” Cobra asked as they walked back to the truck. “I pick up a slight accent. How long have you been in New York?”
“I come from Georgia but I’ve been to New York a time or two before.”
