by L E Franks
The sensations were almost overwhelming. Joey at his back, Grady in front of him and Ted grunting behind his best friend. His orgasm wouldn’t wait. Grady broke their kiss, gasping for air.
“Fuck,” Grady shouted.
Kevin sunk his teeth in Grady’s shoulder, sucking hard. That was when he lost it. His balls pulled up tight and the flow started. The first shot spread between his and Grady’s body and was followed closely by another. Grady blew his load too, their combined spunk ran down his legs. Joey went next and then Ted.
Heavy breathing filled the room, echoing off the walls. Grady kissed his shoulder and Kevin’s heart squeezed. He wanted Grady. Ted reached up and turned on the water. They all four yelped as cold water hit them. When the water turned warm, Joey pulled out of Kevin’s ass, causing him to wince.
Joey grabbed the soap and spun him around. “Fuck, you are beautiful and tight. Very hot too.” Joey dived in for a kiss, his tongue demanding entrance. Kevin tilted his head back, allowing Joey to have what he wanted. Soap suds ran down his legs as Joey ran the bar over his body while they kissed. His hands massaged tiny circles in Joey’s back. When the kiss ended, Joey worked the bar over the rest of Kevin’s body, massaging all of his muscles, even kneeling on the tile to work over Kevin’s calves.
The pampering continued as Joey washed his hair, giving him the best scalp massage he’d ever had. He was putty in Joey’s arms.
Then Ted was on him and Joey was washing Grady. He tried to watch how Joey touched his buddy, but Ted wanted his attention. The kisses were different than Joey’s, more vigorous. He was getting hard again, his dick filling out. Ted leaned back and stared at Grady then slid his gaze back to Kevin.
“I want to see you two together,” Ted stated.
Kevin didn’t hesitate. He pressed his friend up against the wall, kissing and holding him there. He rocked his hips forward and Grady responded with a pump of his own. His body was on fire, his dick growing harder by the second. He pulled back and stared Grady in the eyes. “I want you so bad.”
“Now,” Grady groaned, reaching around for one of the condom packets scattered across the ledge in the shower. Fingers shaking slightly, he unrolled the rubber down Kevin’s length.
Kevin shivered despite the heat from the steamy shower and the hand stroking his cock, spinning Grady around he lined up, slicking his dick with lube before pressing in. He was prevented from pulling out as Joey pressed in behind him.
“You two are so fucking hot. I’m not going to stand off to the side.” He grabbed a condom and ripped open the package, rolling it on and slicking up with lube.
Kevin clenched his muscles as Joey positioned his dick, pressing against Kevin’s pucker.
“Let me in,” Joey growled.
Kevin blew out a breath and relaxed. Joey slid in, his dick lodging against Kevin’s prostate. He was helpless in Joey’s arms. The big guy took charge, setting the pace for him and Grady.
The door opened and Kevin heard a low growl. He looked over his shoulder, spying Carlo. Steam was coming off the man, but before he could do more than glower at them Ted was in front of him, on his knees, working open Carlo’s pants. Kevin stared at the pair, wondering just how far they would go. He sure as hell didn’t want that man to have anything to do with Grady—especially not after the scene in Vibe. That man was power and allure all wrapped in a seductive package custom designed to take Grady away forever.
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Ted didn’t hesitate as he slipped Carlo’s cock out of his pants and right into his mouth. They’d broken a rule, fucking the twinks when they should have sent them home. Carlo’s fingers dug into Ted’s shoulders, punishing him with their wicked hold. The sounds of the twinks getting banged by Joey pinged off the flat surfaces, filling the room with moans and grunts. Ted loved it, reminding him of his days back in college in the dorms when circle jerks would turn into full fledged sex weekends.
Carlo tugged on Ted’s hair and he looked up, making eye contact with his Alpha. The cruel twist of Carlo’s mouth scared him a bit, but he kept licking and sucking, using all his tricks to calm Carlo down.
He felt the change first then saw it in Carlo’s eyes. The tightness on his face eased, his fingers relaxed in Ted’s hair, not pulling so hard.
Ted tasted the first bit of Carlo’s essence on his tongue. He moaned and tilted his head back, letting Carlo’s cock slip farther down his throat. Carlo’s eyes were half closed now, his hips rocking and his breathing faster.
The sound of the twinks moaning behind him filled the room. Carlo grabbed Ted’s ears and held on tight, his hips pistoning in fast. He shoved in and Ted gagged but Carlo didn’t let up the punishing pace. The first shot of come slid down his throat. He swallowed fast but he couldn’t get it all down. The flow kept coming, leaking out of the corner of his mouth until finally, Carlo pulled out and dropped to the ground in front of Ted. Carlo’s lips were at Ted’s ear, his whisper harsh.
“You keep those boys away from me and the rest of the pack tonight, you hear. You lock them in your room until morning. Tell Joey the same. I don’t want them to know what or who we are. Some of the younger ones came back and are shifting downstairs. You brought them in, you keep them safe.”
Carlo jumped up and glanced over at the trio finishing off in the shower. Before leaving Carlo cupped Ted’s jaw, and smoothed his thumb over the rough stubble. “That felt good. Thanks.” Carlo pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth before standing to move away, zipping up as he went.
He watched as Carlo left the bathroom then sighed in relief. They wouldn’t be slaughtered for disobeying orders. Ted slowly climbed to his feet and went to Joey, pulling him into a tight hug, relaying Carlo’s directive. He grabbed Grady and held him close. Kevin looked wistfully after them but he needed to get Grady to safety. Joey would take care of Kevin.
Ted backed Grady to his room and shut the door. He pushed the cute twink to the mattress and kept him busy until Grady couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer. The soft snores brought a smile to Ted’s lips. He liked the kid well enough, but it wasn’t what he wanted for the rest of his life. He felt like something was missing, and no matter how hard he searched, or who he was with, that piece of him wouldn’t fill up.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Kevin rolled to his side and promptly landed on his face. Shit. He levered himself onto his back and groaned. What the hell? He never slept on the right side of the bed. He tried opening his eyes but the sunlight slanting across his face from the edge of the blinds sent shards of pain deep into his brain.
Fuckn’ hell.
He grabbed his head, which was a mistake because then he realized he had a stomach. The twisting and turning in his belly had him thinking that an alien had taken up residence as nausea overwhelmed him. Keeping eyes tightly closed, he ran a hand over his naked skin, feeling a sharp twinge as he brushed against a nipple.
Nipple? Hell—his ass was throbbing now that he was paying attention. He shifted his weight, preparing to sit up—images started to come. Flirting with Joey and Ted, getting dragged into the hot tub under the stars… they weren’t doing much hard stuff then—just sucking back the local brew, listening to the guys bullshit each other—Ted had been telling tall tales of life in Malibu at some point.
Then Joey wanted to shower off and carried him up stairs. Somehow, they all ended up in the big bathroom together—the ultimate four way, or was it five way—before Joey dragged him into bed. He struggled into a sitting position, head pounding, gut churning; the king bed rested on a low platform, all modern leather trim. Low enough that as he pried he eyes open despite the glare, he could see long hard muscles and dark mussed hair that could only belong to Joey. Only Joey.
At some point they’d been drinking. So much drinking… where was the painless death he’d chased last night? The tequila with whiskey chasers should have been a guarantee that he wouldn’t see another sunrise and face...
Face. A picture of Grady popped in his head
. Grady blissed out, hazel eyes rolled up, pink lips moaning as that fucking beach bum stroked his ass with that… shit.
Grady.
Grady who had latched onto the blond bimbo, wrapping his legs around his waist in the shower—Grady who had shrugged off his hand, turned away to follow that prick’s swaying hips into the bedroom.
He lurched to his feet and staggered away—the bathroom floor was still wet, covered in soggy towels. He kicked a half empty bottle of lube that was caught in all the mess and it became a race to see if he could make it to the toilet before he lost the last of the liquor churning in his gut.
He must have blacked out—waking, curled up next to the Japanese soaking tub, tongue sticking to his palate, temples pounding—it didn’t seem lighter out, but it was hard to tell—he still couldn’t open his eyes all the way. Aspirin in the medicine cabinet, a quick brush of his teeth and some fancy mouthwash and he was vertical. And desperately hung over; he and Grady hadn’t played this hard together—ever.
This was an epic fuck-all.
He slunk back into the bedroom. Joey hadn’t stirred one bit. Where did they leave their clothes? Ah, downstairs next to the hot tub. Crap. He finally managed to find a clean, dry towel to wrap in—the white Egyptian cotton highlighting his light tan from only a few hours of South Carolina sunshine.
Time to find Grady.
The next door along the hall was ajar so it didn’t take much effort to push it open just enough to have his heart torn apart. Grady was tucked into a tender embrace, peaceful smile on his lips, Ted curled around him.
Bastard!
He skidded backwards, towel clutched at his groin—leaning and sliding against the wall until he reached the stairs. He was half way down, his body rebelling the movement but he needed clothes—yeah, that’s why he was moving.
“Rough night?” Carlo gazed up at him from his position in the kitchen.
“Uh, I just need my jeans—short—clothes—” Kevin managed to work his way down without falling and making a larger ass of himself.
“You know they aren’t serious, right?” Carlo’s question halted Kevin’s progress to the deck.
“What?”
“Joey. You know he’s just a—”
“Right. Not a problem.” Kevin turned away, desperate to reach his clothes and get the hell out of there. He slunk the rest of the way down the stairs avoiding any accidental eye contact before reaching the french doors. They stood wide open, letting in a fresh ocean breeze carrying the comingled scents of jasmine, honeysuckle and salt. It barely registered; he only had eyes and hands for the clothes hanging over the back of a deck chair. Kevin froze; he’d just snatched them and was looking around for his underwear when the man started talking again, his voice drifting out through the open doors.
“Ted. He’s different.” Carlo continued on, casually refilling the water reservoir in his espresso maker, watching him out of the corner of his eye. Kevin gave up on the missing garments, crawling around under lounge chairs with a hangover and nothing more than terrycloth to protect his bits wasn’t holding any appeal. He reentered the house hoping to disappear, but it seemed unlikely. Apparently they were having a “conversation”. Crap, it felt just like being home with his parents. “We tease him, call him Teddy Bear. He’s the cuddler in the house.” Kevin waited for Carlo to say anything else—the air heavy with pause. Finally he couldn’t take it any more.
“What is this place?”
“Excuse me?” Carlo arched his brow, folding his arms across his chest.
“Um, what do you do? You know, work? Wait, weren’t you the guy from the—I haven’t seen you work, hell I haven’t seen…” Kevin trailed off as he realized how ridiculous interrogating the man who had intimidated him so thoroughly was.
Carlo shrugged. “I could be on vacation like you.”
“But you’re not.” Kevin tilted his chin up a little and squared his shoulders bringing a small smile to the other man’s lips.
“No. No, I’m not.” Carlo conceded, flipping the switch to brew coffee.
“What about Joey… and Ted, the different one?”
“What about them?” The eyebrow was back, annoying Kevin to no end.
“I mean, do they work?”
Carlo scoffed out a “Rarely,” under his breath and turned, ducking to check something in the oven.
“So do they, work for you?”
“You could say that.”
“And you work for that Italian guy that was here last night… Angel-something?”
“Angelo,” Carlo snorted, spooking Kevin, “…something like that.”
“So, what? Are you guys, like… mafia?”
Kevin leaned forward, eager for the answer; he just wasn’t prepared for the laughter that erupted from the reserved Carlo—eyes shining, he rubbed his temples before answering, “No, not the mafia. It’s a family consulting business but it’s run out of Beaufort. I don’t do much day to day, but Angelo keeps me in the…loop—hmmm.”
Relief poured through Kevin and his shoulders dropped. Carlo turn away and Kevin swore the guy was smiling. Carlo glanced back and Kevin saw the curve of his lips.
“You know, I don’t usually have conversations with men in towels.”
Kevin’s whole body heated with the implication but before he could react Carlo handed him a plate. “Hungry? Don’t deny it—your stomach is growling.” Carlo smirked, furthering Kevin’s embarrassment.
“Um, lemme get dressed… sort of hard to be taken seriously in just a towel.”
Carlo nodded at him before Kevin turned, dancing one handed as he struggled to pull on his pants without dropping the towel.
Carlo slid the platter of cinnamon rolls closer to Kevin. He grabbed a few and took a bite, almost falling out of his seat as the flavors rolled over his tongue. “Fuck, these are goo—mmm.” He slid another roll onto his plate and looked around for the butter… which Carlo pushed toward him.
“Thanks,” Kevin mumbled around another bite.
Another moment of dead silence, punctuated by the splash of fresh coffee in his cup.
“So…”
Carlo stared at Kevin over the rim of his mug.
“Um… do you guys do that a lot? Um…you know…”
“How old are you… Kevin?”
“Yah, or Kev, whichever, I’ll answer to anything… um, almost twenty.”
“And your friend?”
“Grady?”
“Mmm.” Carlo nodded.
“Um, Grady’s nineteen. Kind of a celebration for us, you know?”
“The trip or getting laid?”
His face hotter than hell, Kevin was only able to stammer out a “Va-vacation.”
“But scoring some prime vacation ass was on the agenda.”
No question about it, Kevin was in hell. Carlo had gone from solicitous host to assassin in two beats. “I guess,” he muttered, tearing another piece of sweet bread, stuffing it in his mouth to stopper the flow of words. He had no idea what his agenda was anymore. Too bad he couldn’t shove his ears full as well.
“So out of all the vacation boy toys prancing on the sand, flexing at the nets, you decide that my guys were a safe bet.”
“Joey came up to me first…”
“So my… guys were just the first hot studs you ran across… it could have been just anyone?”
“No, well… not anyone … stop confusing me!”
“Oh, you’re confused all right, it’s just not my fault. And not Joey’s either. Does he know you’re in love with him?”
“What?! Who?! I’m not in love with Joey.” Kevin jerked his chair back, wood shrieking against the tiled floor.
Carlo smiled at him like he was an idiot. “Your little pet—what was it again…Grady? Yes. Grady. Is he as clueless as you? He must be… either that or he just doesn’t care and really is just here to let Ted rock his world.”
Kevin slumped down in the chair, dumbfounded. He stared at the man across from him. What the hell was h
is problem?
No. Oh Crap.
“You know, that stunt you pulled at the club the other night, forcing Grady to come to me, it could have backfired on you. I could have crooked my little finger and had him on his knees and at my mercy.”
“Shit.” Kevin buried his head in his hands, desperation filling him.
“You’re lucky I wasn’t interested. If you care about him—and I know you do, so don’t lie to me—but if you care about him, don’t treat him like shit. He deserves to know.”
