Behavior Problem

by James Cox

  “The women are in the basement. Serra too. They found two new runaways and are helping them adjust.”

  “So how many women you got in here?” I went toward the left archway with both doors thrown wide. There was a fireplace in here. The flames crackled amidst bookshelves filled to the brim. Wood was fucking expensive too. There were only so much of it left on Earth and to ship it here was a lot.

  “There are eight women plus the two new ones and the two away at the moment, that makes twelve.”

  “I know how to fucking count.” I turned toward him. For some reason, whenever I moved forward he stepped back. It was real damn tantalizing. I walked to the other door. That had a kitchen set up; long table in dark blue with lighter blue chairs, armrests, cushions, and all the expensive shit. There was a clear bowl of what looked like treats in the center. I ran my fingers over the top of the table then moved back to Tage. He was at the wall, looking everywhere but at me. “So, where am I going to sleep?”

  “Upstairs,” he sputtered then quickly turned and headed up the curved staircase.

  I wondered if he was intimidated or just shy. My gaze of course wandered to his ass as we climbed. The black pants clung to his cheeks like a second skin. Tage was lean so that he just missed the twink category. His features weren’t feminine either. No, Tage was definitely a handsome man. “Tell me why you want to help us?” I asked as we walked. The hall seemed endless. Light blue, off white vines, and the same carpet as downstairs. The doors were painted white and there were images, scenic I think, from Earth every few feet hanging on the walls.

  “It’s the right thing to do.” He opened a door.

  I followed throwing my bag on the floor and stepping up to him. He backed down and jerked when his back hit the wall. “You’d best tell me the whole fucking truth.”

  Tage frowned. “You suddenly don’t trust me?”

  “Never did.” I crowded his personal space.

  “My father was an...unlikeable person,” Tage admitted. “My mother was the opposite, loving, encouraging, sweet. She died a while ago. Beaten by him and the law protected my father.” Tage took a deep breath. “I want them changed. Our society needs them changed. And that Mr. ...Deviant is why I am helping.”

  “So daddy killed mommy and you’re a pissed rich boy.” I placed my hand on either side of his head. “You wouldn’t lie to me would you?”

  “It’s the truth. You can check my history.”

  I had checked. He was telling the truth, but I wanted to see if it matched the records. And they did. I believed him. His eyelids were half closed, and his breathing heavy. “I’m sorry.” That didn’t come out of my mouth often.

  “For not believing me?” His voice softened.

  “For your mother.” I knew how losing parents felt.

  Tage nodded slowly.

  My gaze went to his mouth. I knew it was fucking inappropriate as hell to capture his lips so I eased back. “We’ll start shooting in the morning.” I took a deep breath.

  Tage ducked under my arm and closed the door behind him.

  Damn, I had almost done something stupid. I spun and rested my back against the wall. I grabbed at my crotch, running my hand up and down my dick. It had started soft and hardened the longer I was near Tage. He would be a bigger distraction than I thought.

  I took a shower in a bathroom that was bigger than my entire bedroom at the club. The water had been cold enough to simmer down my erection. Then I tumbled naked onto the bed. I already placed a knife under the pillow and a gun on the side table. When my eyelids lowered, I just let sleep take me. The bed was too fucking comfortable to fight the pull of dreams.

  Chapter Four

  It was a soft, subtle noise that woke me. I wasn’t sure what so I remained in the same position. There it was. The shuffling of feet on the floor. I knew the sound because some of the guys, mainly Beau, like the soft feel of slippers on his feet. Personally, I liked traction. It worked better with hard thrusts. I eased my eyelids open and saw the doorknob twist. There was a split second as it swung open that I slid my hand under the pillow and wrapped my fingers around the hilt. I sat up, naked, the knife in front of me as I went for the gun too.

  That’s when Tage gasped and dropped the tray of cups. The dark liquid splashed onto the rug and the mugs shattered.

  “Fuck.” I dropped the knife and stood up. “You almost got yourself killed.” His eyes went wide. I stood there, hands on my hips as he traced my body with his gaze. It went over my chest then slowed as I flexed on my hips. By the time, his gaze reached between my legs I was sporting some morning wood that would make a whore wince.

  “Dear God,” Tage muttered, staring at my bared junk.

  I grinned. “Yeah, they broke the mold with my dick.”

  His cheeks blushed. “I’m sorry. Pardon me.” Tage looked away but didn’t leave. “I thought perhaps you’d like some coffee and I heard something, I assumed you were awake and...I am sorry.”

  I tucked the towel from last night over my hips. “Stop apologizing. I like flaunting my cock.” It prodded the towel as I spoke.

  His mouth opened and closed.

  I chuckled, walking to him with a bit more swagger in my step. “Was that for me?”

  Tage cleared his throat. “Um. Yes. I thought maybe some coffee would be appropriate. I’ll clean this up.” He moved to his knees and started collecting pieces.

  I was thinking of an entirely different reason for him to be on his knees. I frowned. Suddenly I couldn’t keep my mind off my damn dick. It was annoying and frustrating. I walked away from him, looking for pants, and finding a dark pair of jeans. I went into the huge bathroom to slip them on along with a plain gray T-shirt and black socks. By the time I came out, Tage was gone. There was a wet spot on the carpet that was drying but no remnants of broken pieces. It had fucking flattered me more than it should have, that moment he saw my dick. I hadn’t even been fully erect. I wanted to grab it and start pumping to see just how red his cheeks would go. That was a fucking temptation for sure. I made my way down the stairs and toward the kitchen. There was a new kettle on the table with dark liquid in it and two cups placed out. Tage came out of the other room and froze. His eyes went right to my crotch and he quickly glanced away like even looking burned his eyes.

  He poured the dark, aromatic liquid into two tiny cups and handed one to me.

  I took two slugs and the fucking thing was empty. “Women up yet? I figured we could practice riding a motorcycle today in that garage. We have to since they can’t be seen in public driving.” Besides, it wasn’t that hard to ride a hover bike. And if they were going to be our backup, they needed to learn.

  “They can’t move around much during the day so most of them are night owls. I’m sure they’ll be up around noon to practice.”

  “I guess it’s just us then.” Why did my dick get a jolly out of those words? Ah, right, just Tage and me with a hard, smooth bike between our legs.

  “You want...me to ride.” His tone was as if I’d grown a second penis and was flashing him at it.

  “Yeah. You. Bike. Ride. You’re joining our fucking cause which means your pretty ass better be on a hover bike like the rest of us.”

  He blushed, looked into his coffee, and nodded.

  I tipped the kettle to pour more of that tart liquid into my cup and took one swig to down it all. It was warm but didn’t burn. “Ready?”

  “I guess my choices are limited.” He placed his cup down and smoothed his hands over his button up shirt. “Let us proceed.”

  The garage was bigger than I first thought. There were two large doors that were closed. Four black bikes were leaning on their kickstands in the corner. There were two fancy hover cars in another corner. The garage extended out, under the surface to give us a damn near huge area to practice. “This will work,” I muttered.

  Tage grinned proudly.

  I looked over each bike and took the third one. It was the lightest of the three, an older model with wi
der seats. I lifted the kickstand and used the wheels to roll it beside Tage. “First thing about hover bikes, they’re fucking heavy.” I kicked the stand and leaned it toward us. “If it starts to go down on a turn the hover tech will be able to exert more pressure on that side and help straighten you. What you need to know is, if that fails or the turn is over that pressure line, you lift your legs to the seat, scrunch as best as you can and when you tip close to the ground, drop. If you can roll, that’s even better. But do not let this bike fall on top of you. It could crush a limb, the casing could come off the pipes from the crash, and those fuckers are hot.”

  Tage nodded. “If crashing, must jump.”

  I grinned. “Now when you get on, you swing your leg over and tuck your hips up slightly and for the love of balls, don’t plop down.”

  “That one’s important,” he said, then blushed and looked away.

  “Very fucking important.” I patted the seat. “Give it a try.”

  Tage swung his leg over and eased onto the front half of the long and wide black seat. He was hunched awkwardly.

  “Hands on the bars.”

  He extended his arms and rested his palms on the black polish handles.

  “Good. With the old bikes you had to shift gears, use both hands and feet to keep the thing rolling. With the hover bike it’s all about the handles, the left accelerates, the right brakes. There’s a pedal at your right foot, that’s the emergency brake in case you have to stop quick. You do that, hold on fucking tight because you’ll pitch right over the bars.”

  Tage nodded.

  “There are solar panels on the gas tank and the back fender. It stores the energy for the bike to run. That white button on the gas tank turns the hover tech on. You fucking following me?”

  “Yes, I am.”

  He still looked stiff. I knew if I hopped onto that bike behind him I’d just be thinking about my dick. I blew out a breath and swung my leg over.

  “What are you doing?” Tage asked, clutching at the bars like his life depended on it.

  “Fucking teaching you.” I folded the kickstand up with my booted foot. “Press the white button and ease the brake on the right forward.” My voice was surprisingly calm. I settled behind him, keeping space between his fine ass and my bulge. The wheels started to turn horizontal as the hover tech popped on. Tage’s body went tight and tense as we hovered over the ground. “Easy.” I shifted closer to him. Bad plan. My dick pressed up against him and I felt the shudder rock his body. Aw, fuck. “Steady.” I was talking to him and me. I placed my hands on his hips, which didn’t help the whole keeping my dick quiet thing. “Slowly let go of the brake. We’ll roll forward, barely.”

  He did as he was told.

  The bike edged forward. It was so sluggish I don’t think it would actually qualify as a roll. “If you hit the right foot brake you can idle.”

  He slammed his foot down and we jerked to a stop.

  The motion sent me slapping against his back. I couldn’t help but tuck my hips and thrust upward slightly. I rubbed my covered dick against him. Damn it, pay a-fucking-ttention! “Take your foot off and ease the acceleration forward.”

  We started a genuine roll forward.

  Hey, it was a straight line. “Very good.” My voice was raspy so it sounded like sexual encouragement. I dug my fingers into Tage’s hips and felt him lean into me. We came to the end of the space. “Lean into the turn, slowly. You’re not going to fall. Whoever is riding bitch must follow your shoulders or they’ll take you down. That much weight in one direction will have the hover tech fail.” I was really trying to be fucking good. We tilted, easily, just missing the wall.

  “We didn’t fall.” His breathing was heavier like he was running instead of riding.

  “Nope. You’re doing great.” I kept hold of his hips as we inched forward, moving a little faster than before. When we came to the next wall, he turned without my prompting. I followed his lead and felt our bodies press into each other. There was way too much sexual tension in this “lesson.” I leaned forward as we started a straight run back. I could smell the soft fragrance of his hair. It was almost sweet. I placed my face against his locks and inhaled deeply. “Is that...is that vanilla?” The smell wasn’t used often, fragrant but subtle. I had no idea how he managed to make his hair smell like that though.

  Tage nodded.

  I inhaled again, moving my face lower so my chin brushed the bare skin of his neck. The bike teetered. We made a sharp jerk right. I knew the moment we tilted too far and grabbed Tage’s shirt. We rolled free of the bike as it clattered to the floor. Tage was lying half underneath me, our outer thighs touching, our faces a hair’s breath away.

  “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

  Yeah, I fucking wasn’t. I smelled that vanilla fragrance again. It made me dip my head low and inhale the hair that was tucked behind his ear. My lips brushed his lobe. When Tage didn’t object, I dragged my lips to his cheek and pressed them into his skin.

  Tage let out a shaky breath.

  Good fucking sign. I slid my hands into his dark hair and locked our gazes together. Then I hovered my lips over his. Air could barely pass between our mouths. I felt the soft breath whisper from his lips over my skin. Then I opened my mouth and dragged my tongue along the seam of his.

  Tage said my name ever so quietly.

  I licked at his upper lip, and then tugged on his hair to bring his head upward. Our mouths met. My tongue slid over his lips until he opened then I plunged inside. I didn’t let him break away or have a second thought. My hand in his hair kept him in place as my tongue thrust inside. I stroked over his teeth then went back to soft kisses against his lips. We were both breathing heavily. I wanted to fucking roll him over, tear his pants off, and shove my dick in him.

  Someone cleared their throat.

  I pulled away, keeping my hold in Tage’s hair and looked up. I hope my fucking expression was as menacing as it felt.

  Serra stood there with a small grin on her face.

  Tage pushed away from me. I fucking let him go. He scrambled to his feet, straightening his shirt of wrinkles. I sat back on my legs and grinned. “Morning, Serra.”

  “So I see.” She giggled and walked back the way she came. “Breakfast is ready.”

  Tage was taking deep breath, running his fingers through his wild locks. “I apologize for not stopping that sooner. It was inappropriate of me to—”

  He didn’t finish. I slapped him on the ass. Tage nearly jumped off his feet.

  “Did you...did you just spank me?”

  “Fuck yeah.” I straightened the bike as Tage blushed.

  He walked fast toward the stairs as I put away the bike. Looks like this would be an interesting mission after all.

  Chapter Five

  Breakfast wasn’t really all that entertaining. We ate, I met a few of the women, and we started on the bikes. To my surprise, they were good. Of course, I didn’t jump on with any of them. I didn’t really have to with Tage either but he was less steady than most of these women. Yeah, that was my excuse for grinding my dick against his ass. There were only about eight females here. Apparently two of them were on some kind of run to meet Justice and Outlaw. And one of those women liked to call herself the leader of this group. I didn’t like that they planned this shit without letting me know. Fucking nervy but I couldn’t get angry with them. Every time I saw a pair of eyes fall on me, their lips soft, their hair long, I lost all my strength to argue. It was unlike me, I knew, but they all reminded me one way or another of my sister.

  We took a respite as the sun started to crawl overhead. In all honesty, I needed to take a fucking break. My dick was in a state of semi-hard to full erection for the past few hours. That made it hard to concentrate. The women started trudging up the stairs. One woman had a scraped elbow and Serra took her to the kitchen. I was going to wait for Tage. Maybe talk...or fuck. Either way I wanted to see him. It was stupid of me to think of anything but fucking. What did it mean t
hat I wanted to talk? Something more than sex? Nah. Then I’d be as bad as Chaos and as vulnerable as Outlaw. All I really needed was a hard fuck and that would solve it. I was pretty sure. Hell, where was the prospect when you needed him? That blond twink would suck any cock offered. I moved to the window, taking in the fresh air that was turning cool as the sunlight began to soften. That’s when I heard a soft gasp. I glanced around then outside. I saw Tage walking across the garden, his hands fisted and his mouth pulled into a frown. What got his balls twisted? I moved from the window and out the front door.

  It was there I saw the issue. Serra was pushed up against a tree with some guy in a fancy suit grabbing her tits. I growled. My steps ate up the space so I was only a few moments behind when Tage arrived.

  “Sir. Take your hands off my property at once.” His voice was soft, upper crust.

  Yeah. That was telling this grabby fucker.

  “She’s just a bitch. You have so many. I’ll give you a few coins for a ride.” He started pawing at her again.

  She kept her lips pressed together and her fingers dug into the tree bark.

  “Unhand her. Now.” Tage stepped forward.

  The guy rolled his eyes and then glanced at me. His lips parted slightly.

  Being over six feet with lots of packed muscles did have its advantages. “Back the fuck off.”

  He dropped his hands as if Serra had burned him, then his eyes shifted to the front of my shirt where a small patched read, “Outlaw MC.” “I didn’t know.” He held his palms up to us. “I thought she was just some bitch.”

  “She is. But she’s my bitch. You touch her again, and I’ll rip your balls off then stuff them in your mouth.”

  The guy paled.

  Serra stayed where she was. She had the look of a lady about to turn animal. I think if she moved she might very well make good on my threat.

  The guy nodded, taking steps backward. Apparently, he was Tage’s neighbor because he sprinted over the garden and into the front door.