by Lou Harper
“All right, Tiger. Remember you can always change your mind—just say the word if you do.”
Jay nodded.
“So…what would you like to do?” Sam pursed his lips.
From the amused tone of Sam’s voice, Jay had the very strong impression of being mocked. Heat rose in his face to match the fire in his groin. He wanted to show Sam that he wasn’t a dime-a-dozen twink. Plus he had a hard time concentrating on anything but that stiff piece of manmeat pressed into his thigh.
“I want to suck your cock,” Jay said. He meant to sound defiant, but it came out more hoarse.
Sam let him go and rolled on his back, folding his arms under his head. Jay pushed himself up and took a good look at the naked man stretched out before him. A glorious dark pelt spread across Sam’s chest and stomach, turning thick and curly at his groin. Jay gave in to temptation and rubbed his face into the dark chest hair. He dragged his face down its path, stopping to nuzzle here and there. Sam’s uncut cock looked twice as naked jutting out of the nest of wiry hair. It was sturdy like the rest of him, not a monster fortunately, but one to command respect for both girth and length. Jay licked and nuzzled his way up from root to shiny tip. He tasted soap and musk. He closed his eyes and let his tongue explore, push into the piss slit, swirl around and under the ridge. Using his hand, he coaxed the foreskin over the head and nipped at it with his lips. He let it fall back and dove onto the cockhead again. Sam’s hand fell on the back of his head. It wasn’t exerting force, but its weight alone encouraged Jay to dive deeper. Inch by inch, he swallowed it all. Jay sucked and bobbed till his jaws grew sore. He reached down to his own neglected cock. Sam’s fingers grasped his hair by the roots and pulled him off none too gently. Before he knew, he was pinned down on his back. Sam stared down at him.
“You’re a good little cocksucker, but it’s my turn.”
Sam’s voice was a low rumble Jay could not only hear but feel through his skin, reverberating through his chest. Jay could also sense Sam’s hand grabbing his wrists, moving them over his head, and guiding them till his fingers held on to the slats of the headboard.
“You keep them there till I tell you otherwise.”
That commanding tone in Sam’s voice sent a prickly thrill down Jay’s body, all the way to his toes. Sam descended and began to explore Jay’s body, taking his sweet time. There was more teeth than tongue, playing at the margins of pain, but not quite crossing. Sharp little nips and scrapes alternated with lazy swirls of a tongue. Sam’s mouth travelled from the tender spot under Jay’s jaw down to his chest, spending torturous minutes on his nipples, arriving at his inner thighs. All the while one of Sam’s hands remained at Jay’s groin. Sam played with Jay’s nut sack, slid his fingers behind them to tease his hole, brushed over his shaft, but only lightly, teasing. Jay’d been fucked plenty times, but never with such deliberation. He gripped the headboard in white-knuckled desperation. Somehow he knew it was important not to let go no matter how much he wanted to, no matter how badly he wanted to dig his fingers into Sam’s flesh. He couldn’t—wasn’t allowed to—use his hands, but there was nothing said for the rest of his body. He squirmed and pushed, rubbed and ground as much as he could under the weight on him.
Suddenly Sam’s solid presence vanished. The mattress heaved as the bulk of the weight lifted up from it. Jay looked up, vision muzzy with lust and frustration. Sam stood by the bed, dark, hairy, his hefty cock standing at attention. He gazed down on Jay’s prone figure with a crooked grin revealing his self-satisfaction. It crossed Jay’s mind how he must look, stretched out like an eager slut. He didn’t mind at all.
“You can let go,” Sam said.
Jay released his grip, but left his arms where they were. He didn’t move. That was apparently the right thing to do, judging from Sam’s approving gaze.
The next command came. “Get on your hands and knees.”
Jay obeyed without hesitation. Whatever the game was, he started to get the rules. He knelt on the bed, head hanging between his shoulders. There was the sound of a drawer opening and closing, foil crinkling. The mattress dipped behind him. Rough hands parted his buttocks, slick fingers circled around his hole, still just fucking teasing. He pushed back against them impatiently. The sharp sting and sound of the slap on his ass startled him, and he gasped, but he didn’t cry out. For a moment he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do. He could end it, surely. Or he could go on. He stayed motionless. So did Sam. Then the circling of fingers around his hole resumed. Experimentally, he pushed back again. There was another slap on his ass and another. Something in him made him keep rocking back, and the slaps kept coming. He whimpered with the delicious shame of wanting this, knowing he probably should put a stop to it, but not being able. It ended when those punishing hands grabbed him by the hip and held him still. The first slippery finger finally pushed into him. It took all of his strength not to push back again. The invasion became more forceful, stretching, opening him. Sam’s fingers found his prostate in the same moment teeth bit down on his sore buttock. Pain so tightly coiled around pleasure that it left him breathless.
Sam shifted into position and Jay braced himself. The head of Sam’s cock slipped past the first ring of resistance in Jay’s ass. Then the smug bastard just stayed there. Sam’s tight hold of Jay’s hips kept him unable to do anything about it.
“Fuck!” Jay growled. He himself wasn’t sure if it was a curse or a plea for action.
Sam chuckled. “Ready, Tiger?”
“Yes!”
Sam’s cock pushed into Jay, slow, but unwavering, forcing the breath out of him as it went. Jay took deep breaths, forcing himself to relax. He was so fucking full, it was scary, but intoxicating too. Sam’s cock owned his ass. Sam pulled back till only his cockhead was left inside. He moved back and forth slowly like that. But when Jay’s hand strayed to his own cock, the cock inside him stopped moving, and he was slapped on the ass again.
“You don’t touch yourself till I give permission,” Sam snapped.
When Jay hesitated, a slap landed on his ass again. He snatched his hand away from his cock. The hand that hit him a moment ago slid up along his spine. When it reached the base of his neck it firmly pushed down, pinning him facedown into the pillow, allowing him only enough leeway to turn his head sideways. The hand stayed there, holding him. Sam’s hips snapped forward, his cock ramming into Jay’s ass. Sam fucked Jay hard and fast, hitting his prostate with ruthless precision at every fierce thrust. Jay felt himself pulsing around Sam’s cock, and his balls ached for release, but he couldn’t come. Every time his hands twitched in desire to touch himself, the grip on the back of his neck got tighter. Somebody was moaning and whimpering in a shamelessly wanton way. Jay realized it was him.
Just when he felt he couldn’t take it anymore, the grip on his neck was gone and he was let up. Sam’s hand curled around Jay’s cock and pumped him roughly.
“Come, come now.”
It was an order Jay had no intention of disobeying. He convulsed and thrashed between Sam’s cock in his ass and the hand on his own. Sam spasmed over him, inside him, and bit Jay on the shoulder. Jay cried out as thick strings of come gushed from his cock. He collapsed back against Sam, thighs trembling. Sam’s breathing slowly calmed. Jay turned his head to capture Sam’s mouth. There was a moment of surprise then Sam returned the kiss. After the ferocity of their coupling it was surprisingly tender. They collapsed back to the bed. Jay felt bruised and well used and content. Yeah, genuinely content for the first time in a long fucking time. He was going to think about what that meant, but fell asleep before he could.
Chapter Three
NT: Have you looked into the brother yet?
SR: Do you think I’m stupid? Of course I did. I got my man way up the guy’s shit—he found nothing.
NT: Fuck!
SR: I got him bugged, just in case.
Sam’s Diner was a small place—a row of narrow tables alongside the far wall, a single line of stools beside the c
ounter, and the kitchen area on the other side of that. The menu was similarly uncomplicated.
Filling in as waiter wasn’t much of a challenge for Jay. He hadn’t lied about having experience. He’d bussed tables in Springfield back in the day, worked in a coffee shop in St. Louis and served drinks in a bar in Denver. Hash potatoes and eggs didn’t pose much of a challenge, and he’d always known how to work customers. He could do this in his sleep. Good thing too, because he was distracted. His body was still buzzing about the previous night’s activities. His butt was sore inside and out. It almost felt like still having Sam inside him. Every step, every move of his hips made him think of that thick cock shoved way, way up in his ass. He smiled and chatted with customers, took their orders and refilled their coffees, but he was fantasizing about Sam bending him over the counter. He could’ve used a good fucking—the day hadn’t started quite to his liking. When he’d woken up rock hard that morning, Sam had been already dressed, ready to go.
“You could’ve woken me up,” Jay had grumbled.
“I will, don’t worry. You only get a pass on your first day. You looked like you needed some sleep.”
And here he was, with a permanent half-erection, clearing off the wreckage of somebody else’s breakfast. He piled the dirty plates into the ubiquitous gray plastic tub, managing a furtive swipe of a hand over his aching cock. It didn’t go entirely unnoticed. In turning, he noticed Sam suppressing a smirk. Bastard.
When at last the breakfast crowd petered out and Sam cornered him in the tiny storeroom, he hoped he’d get some relief. The large hands squashing his ass and the obviously interested cock pressing into the hollow of his abdomen were encouraging.
“Fuck me!” Jay demanded.
“Can’t. Health-code violation.”
“Fuck the health code.”
“I’d love to, but there’s really no time. Keep your pants on for a few more hours.” Sam squeezed Jay’s ass one more time before pushing himself away. “Oh, I almost forgot…” Sam turned back from the door. “If anyone asks, you’re my sister Carol’s kid from Illinois.” With that he was gone, leaving a gaping Jay behind.
A bucket of ice-cold realization poured over Jay—he was someone’s dirty secret yet again. He wasn’t exactly surprised, just disappointed. Same shit all over again. One of these days he’d stop expecting any different. At least his erection wasn’t bothering him anymore. He spent the rest of the workday thinking about the truck stop down the road.
It took a while for Sam to notice the change of mood in his new employee. He chose to ignore it. Let the kid say his piece if he wanted. However, by the time they got back to the house there were little electric crackles in the air.
“What is it?” Sam asked at last.
“Nothing.”
“Something crawled up your ass, I can tell. Just say it.”
“Fine! I didn’t figure you for a closet case.”
Sam snorted. “What did you figure? Gay Pride Parade? Rainbow flags?”
“Hey, I grew up in Kalamazoo, Missouri. It’s not much bigger than this place. I know how it is. And I knew plenty of closet homos in Denver and St. Louis. I just didn’t think you were one.”
“That’s an awful lot of self-righteousness from someone hitching across the country, shacking up with men old enough to be his father.” Deep down Sam was as annoyed with himself as with Jay.
Jay shrugged with hostile nonchalance. “Whatever.”
“Drop the attitude, Sunshine. You might think you got everything figured out, but there’s a lot you don’t know shit about.”
“At least I’m not a fucking coward!” Jay shouted and flew off to his room.
Sam’s vague annoyance curdled into something cold and sharp. The last person who’d called him a coward was dead, killed by a psychopath Sam tried to warn him about. Yeah, Vince with his easy smile and liquid brown eyes lay in an unmarked grave somewhere, his handsome face beaten to a bloody pulp. It took him a few quick steps to catch up with Jay in the bedroom. The dresser drawer hung open as Jay stuffed his scant belongings into his backpack.
Sam reacted without thinking. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m getting the hell out of here! What do you care?”
“Like hell you are!”
Sam grabbed him by the arm, but Jay pushed him away, or at least tried. Sam was stronger and he couldn’t let go—not this time. The scuffle was brief but heated. Neither of them uttered a word. At last they tumbled onto the bed, Jay facedown, his body trapped under Sam’s.
“Calm down,” Sam said.
Slowly Jay stopped struggling. Sam pushed himself up enough that he wouldn’t crush Jay, but still held him in place.
“It’s an ugly fucking world out there, kid, and you won’t get by just on attitude for very long.”
“I can take care of myself,” Jay spat out.
That jolted Sam with another unwelcome flashback. Those were the exact last words Vince had said to him. He hadn’t been able to get through to Vince, and it seemed suddenly very important that he get through to Jay, by any means necessary.
His own voice, low and bitter, sounded both strange and familiar, like a distant nightmare. “No you can’t. You get yourself into reckless situations. You know nothing about me. I could kill you right now, and nobody would ever know.”
Jay strained to throw him off to no avail.
“I could bury you under the house or dump you in the woods,” Sam went on. “Would anyone even notice you missing? Does anyone know where you are? Does anyone care?”
“Get off me!” Jay snarled at him.
Sam looked at the kid, at this stranger completely at his mercy, and realized that it was pointless. He couldn’t make any difference. It was a stupid idea anyway.
He let go of Jay and fell heavily onto the other side of the bed. He stared at the ceiling and cursed himself. Losing his self-control like that was totally unacceptable. It’d never happened to him before, not even when—no he was not going there. He was losing his edge, and for what? The previous night when he’d played rough with Jay, Sam half hoped the kid would run and leave him to his dull but unperturbed existence. Instead Jay rolled with it. Now that he had the urge to keep Jay around, he had most certainly spooked the kid for good.
Seconds ticked by in motionless silence. At long last Jay stood and took the few steps to the dresser. Sam saw the slight figure at the edge of his vision hesitate, then, to Sam’s surprise, ease himself back on the bed. Jay lay on his side, head propped up, scrutinizing Sam.
“You scared me there for a second,” Jay said.
“I know. I’m sorry.” His own voice sounded hollow to him.
A hand ventured onto Sam’s stomach. Uncertain fingers were tracing around his navel through the cotton of his shirt.
“It was something personal, wasn’t it?”
Sam smiled bitterly. “Yeah.”
“Who was it?”
“Some young guy who thought he’d had it all figured out.”
“What happened?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
The fingers scrabbled for the hem of Sam’s shirt. Sam took Jay’s hand, rolled the slender fingers between his own thicker ones. “You’re right, I’m a coward.”
Jay ducked his head. “I shouldn’t have said that. It’s your life. I’m just passing through.”
“Oh no, not for this.” He made a gesture meant to encompass the whole of Coldwater. “This is just marking time.” Or doing time. “For something else a long time ago.”
He noticed Jay perking up like a cat spotting a rustle in the grass. Inquisitive. Trouble.
“Why do you stay here?” Jay asked.
Sam hesitated. He couldn’t tell the truth, but he needed to say something. “I lived in the city before. I did some questionable stuff, and things went to shit. I needed to lose myself. Coldwater was the exact opposite of everything in my life up to that point.”
“Very mysterious.” Jay smirked. �
��Were you out back then, in your secret assassin days?”
Sam nearly choked on a laugh. “Oh, Jay…” He couldn’t begin to explain how that never had been an option without revealing things that he mustn’t. “Let’s just say that I don’t care if Marcie from Safeway, or Tom from the feed store think I’m a cock-sucker. However, I prefer not to make waves. I don’t want to be the town queer any more than the town hero.”
“Ah.”
An idea struck Sam. If he managed to keep Jay with him just for a few months, he could do something about getting him prepared for the big bad world out there. He could make sure Jay had the tools to keep him safe from the risks of his lifestyle. Of course danger came in many forms, but at least it would be something. Sam carefully ignored his more selfish reasons for wanting to keep Jay around—at least for a little while.
Sam took a deep breath and spoke. “Tell you what. Stick around for a few more days. On Saturday I’ll drive you up to Butte. There’s a regional airport there. If you still feel you’d rather be somewhere else, I’ll put you on the first plane to Seattle.”
He held his breath.
“And if I don’t?”
Exhale. “Then we go clubbing.”
“In Butte?” Jay asked dubiously.
“Don’t be a snob. Now tell me what closet-fag asshole pissed you off so much. You didn’t get that ticked off out of nowhere either.”
Sam aimed to switch the direction of the conversation. Despite his youth, Jay looked like he’d burst with stories. He was also a chatty sort. The kid wrinkled his nose in concentration, so Sam rolled to his side and listened.
“Oh man… Well, there was Dave in Denver…” He trailed off, visibly gathering his thoughts before launching into the story at full throttle. “I met him in a bookstore, in the fiction aisle. He looked so damn classy—you know, sharp suit, tie and expensive shoes. I blew him in the men’s room.” Jay acknowledged Sam’s appreciative snort with a grin and went on. “When he told me he wanted to see me again I thought I’d cream myself. I told him where I worked, but it was a gay bar, and he didn’t go to those. So he started coming over to my place two, three times a week. It wasn’t just fucking either. He took me out to restaurants and stuff—out of the way places, but still. He bought me nice things. He was a real sweet-talker too, made me think he cared, you know? I figured out soon enough he pretended to be straight most of the time. I never met any of his friends. But by then I didn’t care. I thought maybe…” Jay shrugged. “I wasn’t doing anyone else. I told him so.”
