Silent Ground Part 2

by Quil Carter

  Jobe reached over and put a hand on Lex’s leg. “But he’s alive, baby,” he said, and even though he tried to force a smile, it was crooked and half-formed. “Sasha’s alive and he’s not out in this storm right now. Remember during those few weeks when we weren’t sure… you’d give everything for him to be alive, right?”

  Lex’s shoulders rose and fell with a sigh, and he nodded. “I know, Jo,” he whispered. He took a drink from his wine glass, then slunk back on the couch with his eyes closed. “Old me would beat the shit out of new me for complaining but…” Lex’s blurry eyes opened and he stared at the ceiling. “Do you ever worry about how he’s going to be when we get him back? I mean…” There was a stall; Jobe knew he didn’t want to hear what Lex was going to say next. “The abuse he’s suffered… I have this nauseous feeling that Sasha’s going to be a hell of a lot worse. I already warned Tom that Sasha will most likely be needing to see him, I know I can’t help I’ve… I’ve never been raped before.”

  Jobe cringed, and wiped a hand down his face. “Jesus, don’t even say that word,” he whispered. But then the alcohol took control of him, and urged out words he wouldn’t normally say. “I’m scared too though. I’m fucking scared I won’t be able to help him, that there’ll be this space between us. I so fucking badly want to be there for him as he deals with this trauma, but I’m worried he’s going to push me away.”

  Then Jobe gave a half-hearted pathetic laugh. “What a selfish bitch I am… worried about how it’s going to affect me. What a piece of shit.”

  “No, don’t say that,” Lex said, his words slightly slurring. “You’re the least fuckin’ selfish person I know. You’re an incredible man Jobe.” Jobe felt a hand get placed on top of his, still on Lex’s knee.

  There was a warmth that was sparked from Lex’s touch, and Jobe found himself taking Lex’s hand into his own and squeezing it. “You’re pretty damn incredible,” Jobe said. “Even when you’re at your lowest… you always bounce back. You have so much shit on your shoulders and you have since Sasha came into your life as a little kid. Fuck, even before that when you had that car accident.” Jobe’s brown eyes rose and he looked at the faint scar Lex had on his cheek.

  And he lifted his hand, and touched it gently, tracing his finger down the scar that started above Lex’s eye, and travelled all the way to his cheek. “I wish I knew you back then,” Jobe said. “I would’ve taken care of both of you. It must’ve been hard recovering from that accident and having a young kid.”

  “It was,” Lex admitted, his body seemed to relax under Jobe’s touch. “Sasha was a good kid at least, he always tried to help me. It was sad though… I lost a lot of memories after that car accident. I wish I knew more about Sasha’s father so I could tell Sash about him when he asked, but… before the accident I believe we were at odds.”

  “Do you know why?” Jobe asked. Without realizing it, he started gently stroking Lex’s prickly stubble, so lost in his own drunken world it wasn’t registering that he should stop.

  Lex shook his head. “I just remember we were trying to patch things up between us. I remember telling myself I was doing it for Sasha, that I wanted to have him around more. I remember Sasha’s father being strict and no-nonsense, I guess since he was a military, government guy, and I wanted Sasha to have a fun uncle to have around.”

  “That makes sense,” Jobe said, his finger tracing Lex’s jaw. “Unfortunately, you had to turn into the not-fun uncle, eh?”

  Lex’s lips pursed together and grief came to his eye. “Yeah,” he croaked.

  “Oh, Lexy,” Jobe whispered, feeling a pang of guilt. He put his wine glass down on the coffee table and took Lex’s then shifted over. “I didn’t mean to make you sad. I’m sorry, baby. Come here.” He opened his arms, and without protest, Lex shuffled over. Jobe put an arm around Lex and hugged him close. “You’re an awesome uncle to him.”

  Lex sniffed and leaned his head on Jobe’s shoulder. “I don’t feel like I’ve been,” he said. “I’ve done so many fucking things wrong.” Jobe shushed him and rubbed his side.

  “You did what you thought was best at the time,” Jobe whispered. He began to slowly rock Lex back and forth, the man still sniffing until Jobe handed him a tissue.

  “I just need to keep being happy he’s alive,” Lex said. He lifted his head off of Jobe’s shoulder and wiped his nose. “I keep telling myself that, like you said.”

  Jobe raised a hand, and as Lex glanced up at him, he wiped a stray tear from Lex’s eye.

  Then he caught himself, Jobe pulled away quickly. “Sorry,” he mumbled. Jobe grabbed the wine glass and took a long drink, then as he sat the glass back down said hurriedly: “It’s probably time we––”

  Lex came out of nowhere, or rather, his lips did. Jobe’s drunken mind barely had time to knit together just what the hell was happening, because the next thing he was aware of, his lips were pressed against Lex’s, and they were passionately welcoming each other.

  The chemistry that had been bubbling under the surface for quite a while, finally exploded underneath Jobe’s skin. It coated his body in prickles and pops, then flooded the areas with a warm and exciting heat, something that he hadn’t felt in years, if not ever.

  Jobe reciprocated, and their mouths moved with one another’s as they kissed deeply. Jobe felt his body tip backwards, until he was on the couch with Lex on top of him. Then he was being straddled, Lex’s legs on both sides of him, one bent and the other with a foot on the floor, and the man wasn’t – he wasn’t fucking stopping.

  I need him to stop… Jobe remembered thinking that, if all else was about to become a hazy blur, he remembered thinking that. I have to tell him to stop.

  That was it for his resistance, the heat of the moment became a burning flare of lust, and soon Jobe realized he was losing his clothes, and quickly.

  And he was the one taking them off.

  Jobe stared up at the ceiling, Lex now kissing his neck. They were naked now. How the fuck did they end up naked so quickly? His mind swam in all directions, both drowning in confusion and pleasure.

  A pleasure that was about to grow.

  “Fuck!” Jobe gasped. His body spasmed when he felt lips wrap around his cock. The instinct, that screaming voice in the back of his head was still demanding for him to stop, but there was no use. It could scream all it wants, but Jobe was a slave to the moment. He spread his right leg, resting his foot on the floor, and watched with drunk lust as Lex began to suck on him. There was a fully hard dick in between that man’s lips, it hadn’t taken Jobe long to physically get where he needed to be, and when he glanced past Lex’s head to his entirely naked body, the same could be said for Lex himself.

  Jobe breathed heavily, entranced in the moment as he felt and absorbed the man that was Lex Zakharin. He didn’t know if it was the alcohol that had finally set him off, or if it would’ve happened eventually with everything that had been going on. The two had been finding comfort with each other––they were the other one’s rock––maybe it was inevitable that they’d take that comfort to another level.

  Whatever it was, the lust was now running rampant through Jobe’s sexually charged body. And he knew, as the pleasure mounted, that it wasn’t going to begin and end with a blowjob.

  Jobe ran his fingers through Lex’s dark hair, observing with drunk lust as Lex eagerly sucked on him, his mouth going up and down on Jobe’s cock and his hand rubbing the base. It had been a long time since Jobe’s last liaison, too long. Hell, it had been a long time since Jobe himself had taken care of his own needs, a mistake in hindsight. The stress over everything that had happened had been too great; sex had been the last thing on his mind.

  The twinge and twitch came sooner than Jobe would’ve liked. He could spend forever lying on this couch with Lex between his legs, it was the first time in fuck-knows how long that Jobe had actually been able to relax and feel good. He didn’t want it to end, but his sex-starved body seemed to already be keen on jumping the g
un.

  And Lex could tell, he gave Jobe’s cock one last lick of his tongue before crawling on top of him. Their lips joined again, eager now without an ounce of hesitation, and Jobe found himself grasping Lex’s cock in his hand. He began to stroke the hard rod, burning hot against his own skin, and greedily absorbed every moan that came from Lex’s lips.

  He wanted more. Jobe moved, trying to give Lex the signal to get off of him, but when he glanced up Lex only shook his head no, and brought his lips back to Jobe’s.

  “You don’t want a turn?” Jobe said, his glassy eyes trying to make out Lex’s face.

  “The moment you touch those lips to my cock, I’m going to cum,” Lex growled in his ear. “I’m not nineteen anymore, asshole. I don’t want to roll the dice on stamina.”

  Jobe didn’t know why, but he found this incredibly funny. He began to laugh, which made Lex laugh too.

  “Shut up,” Lex said through his own laughter. He pushed Jobe’s shoulder down. “You’re killing the mood.”

  “What mood? We’re drunk as fuck!” Jobe proclaimed. His eyes watched Lex as he got up off of him. “Where you going?”

  “This isn’t a house of porn, Jobe. I don’t have lube downstairs.” Lex turned around, his teeth biting down on his lower lip. Jobe found himself taken off-guard by that look. Lex was… he was quite a handsome guy. “Come on. Unless you were planning on just cock-teasing me?”

  Jobe scrambled to his feet, and even though he stumbled a bit, he managed to remain standing. “I forgot about that,” Jobe said with a sheepish smile on his face. He followed Lex up the stairs to the second floor, both of them naked with their clothing left scattered all around the living room.

  Lex walked into the master bedroom and flicked on a side table lamp. Jobe closed the door, excitement now burning in his chest. He watched Lex, but when the man turned around, there was a look on his face that Jobe didn’t like.

  “I think… I think you should tell me to stop,” Lex said slowly. He stared at Jobe, flickers of lust and want clear on his face, it was the same expression that Jobe himself knew he had. “I don’t have the willpower to make myself be the one to say it.”

  There were many things that Jobe was unsure of, but tonight, in this moment, the combination of alcohol, sexual starvation, and insurmountable stress, and fuck it, just crossing a line that he never thought he’d cross… it wasn’t going to happen.

  The world was a mystery, but tonight, he wanted Lex. He wanted Lex bad.

  So, with a shake of his head, Jobe walked up to Lex. When he leaned in and kissed the man, he saw the trepidation on his face, but after locking their lips, and wrapping both arms around Lex’s back, once he pulled away, it was gone.

  Jobe took Lex’s hand, then laid down on the bed. He pulled Lex onto him, and with a muffled laugh, Lex fell onto the bed, a blush coming to his cheeks as the man laughed.

  “You’re so cute,” Lex said. He kissed Jobe’s neck, then shifted up to his chin, and again, their lips found each other. “I’ve always known you were many things, but cute?” Jobe could hear Lex opening the side table, then Lex’s body moved into position.

  Jobe’s chest clenched, the excitement rocking him. He gazed up at Lex, a catch in his breathing, and watched the man begin to lube himself, the clear plastic bottle now lying beside him.

  There’s no going back now. Holy fuck, we’re doing this. We’re actually doing this.

  Lex leaned into Jobe, and as they kissed, Jobe felt Lex’s oiled fingers slip down between his legs. The gentle digits pushed and felt the burning area, before with a twist, one slipped in, making Jobe grunt. He separated his legs and his eyes closed, mentally relaxing his body to prepare for what he knew was coming next.

  Then he felt the pressure between his legs. Jobe’s teeth locked, and he grasped Lex’s back as Lex’s head leaned against his shoulder. He swore through his clenched teeth, and dug his nails into Jobe’s back.

  Then the pressure released as Jobe’s body accepted the intruder. Jobe gasped, his body tensing tight, and after Lex pushed himself in to the base, the man was still. Lex didn’t move for several moments, listening and feeling for the moment when Jobe’s body told him he was ready for the next phase.

  After a minute of them both remaining locked in place, Jobe began to relax and his hurried breathing slowed. Lex took the signal and his hips started to move, slow pushes into Jobe’s tight body, each sending a pleasurable feeling that had Lex needing to fight his own inner urges. His own drunk mind was telling him to speed up, to bring out those high octave cries, the fingernails scraping along his back. But his own feelings for Jobe were stronger than that; he didn’t want to hurt him.

  They both fell into a steady, slow rhythm. Lex’s face was near Jobe’s neck, which he continued to kiss and nip, and Jobe’s eyes were locked on the ceiling, his hands holding back his legs and his body consumed in its entirety by Lex. Their bodies were locked tight, skin pressed against skin as they both drowned inside of these overflowing feelings. Feelings that were both confusing and surprising, but there was no amount of consciousness or lucidity for either of them to make sense of what they may or may not need.

  Eventually Jobe began to push back, and his lips became eager. Lex took the signal and his movements began to pick up speed, then, once the rhythm was accepted by both of them, Lex shifted positions. He rose up off of Jobe and held the man’s legs back himself, and with Jobe’s hand working fast between his legs, he began to lay into him hard, the force of the relentless pounds having them both filling the room with moans and heavy breathing.

  Lex came first, the steadily climbing pressure leaving him gasping until the final crescendo that came at him like an explosion. The noises that broke from Lex’s lips brought Jobe to his peak, he looked down with a low moan as the cum began to spurt from his cock, Lex’s eyes locked on it the entire time.

  Then the exhaustion, and the end result of a night of drinking. Jobe’s reality began to blur, the glassy brightness sticking to the corner of his eyes. He recalled Lex collapsing beside him, his breathing laboured, but the last thing he remembered thinking was whether Lex was going to turn off the side table light, or if he had to.

  And that was it. Naked and covered in sweat and his own cum, Jobe passed out, Lex not too far behind.

  When awareness started to trickle back into Jobe’s head, he dismissed it right away and rolled over onto his side. Reality was a bitch that could just keep knocking, his body felt like ground shit and his throat was parched dry, the last thing he felt like doing was becoming conscious.

  Anyway, the bed was comfortable and the sheets were soft and smelling like fabric softener, it felt good against his…

  …naked skin?

  Jobe’s eyes slowly opened. He squinted the blurriness away and the room he was in came into focus.

  It was Lex’s room.

  Why am I in––

  “Oh, holy fuck…”

  Jobe’s eyes snapped open and he rolled over.

  And locked eyes with Lex.

  They stared at each other, eyes wide and staring in both denial and shock. It was while Jobe’s eyes were fixed with Lex’s that he began to become aware of the rest of his body.

  He was sore, sore in all the wrong place. Not just his ass, but his legs as well.

  Most likely from being held back.

  Fucking Christ.

  “What did we do?” Lex said, his face the colour of tallow. “What the ever-loving fuck did we––”

  “LEX!” Nate’s voice suddenly yelled from downstairs. There was a panic to it, like something horrible had just gone down. “LEX! JOBE! Come downstairs! Oh fuck, come downstairs!”

  Their glances turned from shock to fear, and they both scrambled to their feet.

  CHAPTER 30

  Sasha looked out the living room window, the treeline about fifty yards away with the small dock and rowboat to the right, floating lazily on the silent and still lake. There was no breeze today and it was sunny, but
after looking at the weather report for the next several days, Sasha had begun to feel nervous.

  They were predicting a storm, with lightning, wind, rain. This area of coastal B.C had horrible windstorms sometimes, ones that could clock in at a hundred kilometers an hour with gusts of even more.

  Kel can’t be out there, Sasha said to himself. Kheva wouldn’t do that to him. Kel’s not out there. Oh, fuck, fuck, Kel isn’t out there.

  Sasha closed his eyes for a second, and told himself again that Nik and Sterling had him. That he was safe, dry, his injuries being tended to, that Keluva was alright.

  Then Sasha opened up his eyes and turned around.

  Kheva was lying on the couch, staring off into nothing. There was an empty bowl of split pea soup beside him, and a piece of buttered bread that hadn’t been touched.

  Day three.

  It had been three days since the incident, since Sasha had made the grave mistake of trusting Rob. Because of Sasha, the man had taken over the body of the mentally unstable nightcrawler Kel, Rob’s second personality, and Kheva had almost been destroyed in the process.

  All because of Sasha, all because Sasha was a low enough person to exploit the traumatizing memories of Kheva’s childhood. Traumatized memories of a sweet little boy who’d obviously been the victim of sex trafficking.

  Sasha felt lower than dirt. Yeah, maybe at one point in time he tried to justify his decision… but in the end, he’d been the newest man to exploit Gabriel.

  I thought I was doing the right thing. Sasha walked up to Kheva and kneeled down in front of him. I thought I was saving Jobe and Lex from Kheva, and myself and Rob too. I had… I had every reason to help Rob, didn’t I?

  But if this was supposed to be the right thing… why do I feel so fucking gutted?

  And why am I still here taking care of Kheva, instead of taking the truck and escaping this place?

  Sasha had no answers for himself, every thought only led to more questions.