by Sara York
“Enough,” Aaron growled. Punishing fingers dug into Dustin’s shoulder and ripped him away from Jesse.
Dustin was going to complain, but one look from Aaron chilled him to the bone, causing goose bumps to break out on his arms. The guy was frightening, setting off warning bells in Dustin’s head. This was the type of situation he should walk away from, but Jesse stared at him with glassy eyes, twisting emotions that he hadn’t known he had. He shook his head, realizing this wasn’t anything he wanted to be involved with. Self-preservation kicked in, and he started to back away when Jesse shot him a cute puppy dog look that made his knees weak.
“Please come with me,” Jesse begged. He wrapped his arms around Dustin and kissed his cheek. “We’ll have fun.” Jesse’s tongue slid along his neck to his ear.
Desire filled Dustin, and he shivered, then stepped away from Jesse. He shrugged, pretending to be unaffected. “Sure, I’ll go.”
They loaded into Aaron’s car, Dustin in the backseat, Jesse in the front next to Aaron. He wondered if he should send a note to Wesley and tell him where he was and who he was with. After driving across town, they pulled up in front of a house, and Aaron cut the engine.
“I thought we were going clubbing,” Dustin said.
“I want you two all to myself tonight.”
A sick feeling slid through Dustin, but he didn’t want to leave Jesse alone with this guy. Again the warnings echoed through his head, but he pushed them away. He was a man, not a kid, and he and Jesse could take care of themselves. They followed Aaron up to his door, Dustin seeking out Jesse’s hand. When they entered the house, Aaron turned on the lights and headed to the kitchen, indicating that Dustin and Jesse should follow. He poured them each a beer.
Jesse took a long draw, but Dustin sipped, not wanting to be smashed. Aaron narrowed his eyes, his gaze traveling up and down Dustin’s body. He moved close and toyed with Dustin’s shirt. So far nothing bad had happened, but Dustin worried. Jesse put down his drink and pulled his shirt off, tossing it on a chair. He moved to stand in front of Dustin, then dropped to his knees. Dustin was taken by surprise when Jesse started licking the ridge of his dick through his jeans.
“Oh yeah,” Aaron said before kissing Dustin.
The sensations were erotic, and soon Dustin’s cock was rock hard. Jesse popped open his jeans snap and lowered the zip, scooping out Dustin’s dick. When Jesse’s lips encircled his rod, Dustin moaned against Aaron’s mouth.
Jesse’s hands were on his ass, his mouth expertly bringing Dustin pleasure. Aaron tugged at Dustin’s shirt, and Jesse pushed his pants lower. Soon Dustin was naked. Aaron moved behind him, his fingers pressing past his cheeks and brushing over Dustin’s hole. The sound of a lube cap opening brought Dustin back to his senses for a moment, but then Aaron slid two fingers in and brushed over his prostate. Jesse sucked hard, and his balls pulled high against his body. He melted and pushed back, forcing more of Aaron’s fingers inside.
“You want me to fuck you?” Aaron asked.
He didn’t, not really, but the big guy was turning him on and Jesse was on his dick, sucking him to heaven. Dustin nodded.
“Speak up, boy.”
“Yes.”
Aaron pulled his fingers out, and soon Dustin felt the firm head of the man's dick at his entrance. He sucked in a breath as Aaron pushed in, white-hot pain filling him. After a few deep thuds from his heart, he relaxed. Jesse was still on his cock, and Aaron was filling him completely. He felt helpless, his body no longer his own. After only a few pumps from Aaron, he was ready to blow.
Jesse squeezed his balls, and he couldn’t hold back. He came, spurting his seed down Jesse’s throat. His friend swallowed, and Aaron wrapped his arms around Dustin’s chest, looking over his shoulder.
“Fuck, that’s sexy.” When Jesse popped off, Aaron pounded into him, his hips banging hard against Dustin’s butt. The sharp slap of skin on skin was the only sound in the room. He would be lying if he didn’t admit that the hard fuck felt good. Dustin pushed back, his hands bracing on his knees as Aaron pulled all the way out, then banged back in. He wondered how much more he could stand, and then Aaron’s hands were gripping his hips so hard, he knew there would be bruises.
Finally, Aaron shouted and came, his dick pulsing deep inside of Dustin. Only then did Dustin wonder if Aaron had worn a condom. He shook his head, trying to clear his mind. He didn’t feel like he was full of jizz, and he remembered the sound of foil ripping. Thank God, the dude had worn a rubber. He sighed with relief.
When Aaron pulled out, he moved fast and pain pulsed through Dustin. He gasped and blinked his eyes, fighting the stinging tears. What the hell had he just done? Aaron pushed him, shoving him toward Jesse.
“Suck him,” Aaron growled.
Dustin spun around to say no but hesitated at the mean look. He dropped to his knees and pushed Jesse to the floor. His gaze met Aaron’s and fear raced through him. He wrapped his lips around Jesse and tried not to think about Aaron watching him, tried not to think about the way the guy had fucked him, hard with no mercy and no caring. Hell, he’d fucked guys before, but they’d always had some affection between them.
Jesse started writhing below him, and he turned his focus to getting his friend to come. Aaron grabbed his shoulder and yanked him off Jesse, pushing him out of the way. He finished off Jesse, jacking him hard. Dustin could tell that Aaron’s grip was causing pain, but Jesse came anyway, his spunk shooting over his chest. Dustin reached for his shirt, ready to leave, but Aaron grabbed his hands and pinned them to his sides. He struggled a bit, but Aaron was stronger and bigger. His lips came down on Dustin’s, and his body plastered Dustin to the ground. He tried shifting, but he couldn’t get away.
Aaron chuckled and licked at Dustin’s face before flipping him over, forcing his cock between Dustin’s cheeks. They’d just had sex, consensual sex, but this didn’t seem consensual as Aaron pounded into him, and he struggled to get away.
The deep chuckle at his ear surprised him. “I like it when you skinny boys struggle. Fight me, boy—gets me turned on.”
Dustin stopped struggling and lay still. The sharp slap to his ass didn’t faze him. He wouldn’t play this game with Aaron, and he sure as fuck would never come over to his house again. Aaron came and pulled out, giving Dustin a hard slap on his ass. Dustin crawled away and grabbed his shirt, pulling it on.
Big beefy paws were on him, pulling him to the couch. Aaron kissed his neck and cheek, and the scruff of his chin razzed Dustin’s neck. Aaron moaned, his hands gentle over Dustin’s body, coaxing him to relax. Dustin wanted to be angry, wanted to run away and never see this man again, but the warm body and sweet kisses broke down his anger. He relaxed, sinking back against Aaron, confused as hell. The man holding him now wasn’t the same as the guy who’d fucked him hard, not caring how much pain he’d caused.
Jesse curled up next to them, his warm body soothing to Dustin. Fear and anxiety still churned through him but lessened as Aaron smoothed his hand down Dustin’s back over and over again. Dustin closed his eyes and drifted off, snuggling close to the two men, trying to ignore the warning still sounding in his head.
Chapter Ten
Scotty’s alarm buzzed, and he climbed out of bed, shuffling across the room to the dresser where his clock sat. He hated the damn thing—hated waking early on mornings when he just wanted to sleep. Today wasn’t a workday, but he wanted to see Wesley later, and he needed to get his yard work accomplished before he went off to play.
After coffee and a quick trip to the garden center, he began spreading mulch and planting flowers. He was almost done when his phone rang. He checked the caller ID, glad to see it was Wesley calling him.
“Hello, Wesley.”
Silence greeted him, then Wesley cleared his throat. “I was wondering if we could, I don’t know—I want to see you tonight. I miss you.”
Scotty smiled to himself and tried to keep the laughter out of his voice. “And what precisely would you li
ke me to do about that?”
“I-I think we should—well, I think you should come over, and I could cook for you.”
“What would you cook?”
He could hear the refrigerator opening and closing. “I have pasta. I could make spaghetti.”
“I’ll bring the meatballs.”
“Is that a joke?” Wesley sounded confused.
“No, I really will bring meatballs. And Wesley…”
“Yes?”
“I wanted to see you tonight too, thank you for calling.”
Wesley blew out a huge breath. “Oh thank God, I thought for sure you would be mad.”
“Why would I be mad at you?”
“You always seem so in control, and I’m not. I feel like a child compared to you.”
Scotty’s stomach turned. He stayed in control to keep people at an emotional distance, and he really didn’t want to do that to Wesley—at least, he didn’t want to do that to him anymore. In the beginning, he’d not cared, but after getting to know the man, he cherished their time together, and that was the reason he’d made a few stupid mistakes.
“I don’t think of you as a child. You’re very much a man, a very desirable man who I want to spend more time with.”
“Oh.”
“I’ll be at your place at six tonight. Does that sound good?”
“Yes. I can’t wait to see you.”
Scotty hung up and checked the time. It was a little after three, and he still needed to go to the store to buy meatballs. He cleaned up the lawn equipment and put away the extra mulch. After surveying his work, he was satisfied.
The warm shower felt good after a day in the yard. He stood under the spray and thought about taking the edge off, pumping his cock and letting his balls empty, but he had more than enough self-control to wait until after he and Wesley ate dinner.
He dressed in jeans and a button-down shirt, checking in the mirror to make sure his appearance met his high standards for himself. A flash of a memory, his body covered with dirt, his hair in knots and his belly empty, filled his mind. He shivered, trying like hell to push the image away. Dwelling on the pain and suffering he’d endured left him angry and helpless. The things his father had made him do turned his stomach. Forgiving himself for the things he’d been forced to do would never happen. He’d been to a few counselors, but he’d never revealed all of the truth, because he knew no matter how much he talked about the acts or prayed or even if he went home to excise his past and face the hell he’d lived through, his actions had been unforgivable.
Jackson.
The name whispered through his thoughts, and he turned quickly away from the mirror, dashing the tears from his eyes. He raced out of his house and into the car, cranking up Bach’s Cello Suite No. 1 in G major, letting the rich tones fill his car and resonate over his body. The music soothed his soul and took his mind off the past, relaxing him fully by the time he made it to Wesley’s apartment.
He stepped out of the car and breathed in deeply, just as one of his therapists had taught him to do. The past was behind him, he was in control, and nothing could shake that, not any one person or event. He was the master of his life, and he would always be in control to dictate what happened.
Scotty strode up the steps to Wesley’s front door and knocked purposefully. He waited an appropriate amount of time, then knocked again. The screeching of a smoke alarm bleated through the door, and he heard cursing and screaming. Scotty pounded harder, his mind flashed back to his past, and he flinched. Jackson had been in the crib, and he couldn’t get him out. Their bastard father had installed a grate over the top, locking Jackson in for the day. The flames were so close, and he wanted to help the boy, but there wasn’t anything he could do. He raced to the bathroom and turned on the shower, listening to Jackson’s screams as the fire ravaged the house. Scotty saw smoke pouring out of Wesley’s window, and he pounded harder, screaming for help.
“Jackson. Jackson,” he cried out, his voice going hoarse as tears blurred his vision. “Jackson.” Scotty backed up and raced toward the door, slamming his shoulder into the hard wood.
Nothing.
The door opened, and Wesley stumbled out coughing. Scotty grabbed him by the shoulders, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. “Jackson?” Then it hit him; he wasn’t a little boy, and this wasn’t Jackson. He pulled Wesley into a hug and didn’t let go. Neighbors spilled out of their apartments, and someone must have called for a fire truck. The red lights strobed, lighting the area with its eerie glow.
“Wesley, I was so worried.” Scotty pushed him to arm’s length, searching his face for any indication of injury.
“A hot pad caught on fire. I’m okay. The fire is out. I don’t know who called the fire department.”
Scotty squeezed Wesley’s arms tighter. “How did a hot pad catch on fire?”
“There was also a pizza box too.”
“What?”
“My roommate left a pizza box and hot pad in the oven. They caught on fire.”
The firemen came up, and one of them made a beeline straight for him and Wesley. “Excuse me, sir, is the fire out?”
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t call it in. I had it under control. It’s all over with, and you can go home.”
“Do you mind if I check it out?” the fireman asked.
“No, go on in. I’m fine and no one else is home—at least, I think no one else is home.”
“Do you know for sure?” The guy asked, turning back to Wesley and Scotty.
“Oh God,” Scotty whispered, his hands shaking so much he had to clutch onto Wesley so he didn’t shake apart.
“I don’t know, I mean…”
“We’ll take a look and make sure.” The firemen entered Wesley’s place, bringing back the awful memory from Scotty’s childhood. He wanted to flee, to escape Wesley’s gaze and never let him see that side of him, the scared and confused kid who couldn’t save the boy who he’d thought of as his baby brother or the other boys who’d been locked in their rooms and the basement.
“Scotty, are you okay?”
He stared into Wesley’s beautiful blue eyes and felt lost, as if a chasm had opened up and swallowed him whole. “Wesley.” Scotty tugged Wesley into his arms and didn’t let go. The tears fell even though people watched. He couldn’t stop himself, and he couldn’t shake the fear that raced through him.
He’d been twelve, almost thirteen, when the house caught fire. The locks keeping them inside had prevented him from leaving. Jackson had been in his room, and he’d been appointed caretaker, though why, he didn’t know. His father liked to collect boys, and his mother helped. Hiding from the fire in the shower had been the only thing to save him until the bathroom wall gave way, saving him from the inferno.
“I’m okay. I didn’t even get hurt. I’m fine,” Wesley whispered in his ear as he rocked back and forth.
The firemen came out of the building and stood next to them. “You acted quickly. That’s good. Next time just check the oven before turning it on. I’ve opened all the windows and turned off your heater. You two will probably want to sleep somewhere else tonight. Would you like one of the EMTs to look at you?”
“I’m fine,” Wesley said.
“And you, sir? Are you okay?”
Scotty tried to stand straight and step away from Wesley, but he couldn’t lose the contact. “I wasn’t in there. I’m fine.”
“Okay, please be careful. And if you feel lightheaded or faint, don’t hesitate to go to the hospital.”
“Wait, lightheaded. He needs to get checked out.” Scotty wouldn’t back down on this. Wesley was too important for him to be in danger.
“I’m fine,” Wesley protested.
“Sir, it will take just a few minutes. We’ll check your blood oxygen saturation level and your heart.”
Scotty squared his shoulders and glared at Wesley until he shrugged. “Fine, but I feel okay.”
He stood off to the side as the EMT worked on Wesley, pronouncing
him fit as a fiddle. His blood oxygen saturation level was at ninety-six percent, which they said was good for just having been in a fire. He needed to abstain from alcohol and not go near anyone smoking.
The firemen left, the neighbors went in, and Scotty and Wesley entered his apartment and surveyed the damage. There was a dark spot on the ceiling over the stove, but otherwise it was just the smell. The windows being opened helped to clear the air, but it would take a few days for it to go back to normal.
“We can’t stay here.” Scotty still held onto Wesley’s hand, fearing to let him get too far away.
“I don’t even want to.”
“Good, because you’re staying with me for the next few days.”
“I need to call Dustin and tell him what happened.”
Scotty let Wesley go while he called his roommate. He listened to Wesley’s end, proud that his man was handling the fire so well. Wesley didn’t blame Dustin, nor did he yell at him. It sounded like Dustin had a friend he could stay with, so neither Wesley nor his roommate would have to deal with the smoky smell.
Wesley hung up and headed to his bedroom, calling out over his shoulder, “I’m going to pack a bag, and I’ll grab some other stuff. Could you go around and shut the windows?”
“Sure, but just a minute.” Scotty took a few long strides, closing the gap between them. He spun Wesley around, his lips descending quickly, not giving his man time to protest. His tongue licked against Wesley’s teeth and the roof of his mouth, exploring him fully. He ended the kiss and stepped back, breaking all contact with his lover. “We’ll grab something to eat on the way.”
Wesley shook his head. “I’m sorry about that.”
“Hey, it’s okay. I’m just glad you’re safe.”
It only took a few minutes for Wesley to pack his clothes, and they were out the door in ten minutes. Scotty had called an Italian place near his house for an order of chicken Parmesan and spaghetti and meatballs. He’d thought ahead and ordered chocolate cheesecake with some chocolate sauce. After the stressful events of the evening, he wanted to splurge.
