by J. M. Dabney
“Raul.” His voice was barely above a whisper.
“It’s okay, boy, Daddy’s here to take care of you.”
Callous roughened hands gripped his hips gently, and he didn’t think twice about following the shorter man’s lead. He didn’t break eye contact even when Raul lowered to the air mattress, bringing him down too.
“Lie down, baby.”
He stretched out, feeling too exposed and unsure of what happened next. He waited for something, maybe Raul to push his limits too soon. Yet, that isn’t what happened. Raul remained sitting on the edge of the bed. Fingertips gently traced the angles of his face and followed the curves of his lips. He felt them tremble. And he held his breath when Raul stretched his right arm across Pure’s body, and the knuckles on Raul’s left hand rubbed his bearded cheek.
“Have you ever thought of me when you get yourself off?”
He waited to feel trapped beneath the other man’s weight. Instead, Raul simply bracketed his upper body and his smooth chest barely touching his.
“Y—yes.”
“How long, baby boy?”
“Too long.”
“Do you play with your tight hole when you do?”
“It scares me.”
“Boy, there is nothing to be frightened of with me.”
“There’s everything to be frightened of with you. You’re the only one with the power to hurt me.”
“Baby boy.” Raul’s voice lowered as the man brushed his lips to Pure’s. “I can’t promise that I won’t hurt you in some way, but it’ll never be intentional.”
He almost grabbed Raul when the man pushed to his feet and loomed at the side of their bed. Curbing the urge to cover himself was the hardest of his life. He hadn’t been naked with another person in his life. Even when he was in the service, he’d timed his showers to where he’d be alone.
“Has anyone ever seen you like this, boy?” The question was barely more than a dangerous growl.
“No, Daddy.” He nibbled at his lower lip, and he froze with the plump lower curve between his teeth. Raul stripped his pants down his legs, A thick, long cock and heavy sac came into view, then muscular thighs covered with tight, dark curls.
He was lost as to what to do, and a shiver rolled through him from head to toe—a strange tightening beneath his skin. Raul didn’t say a word as the man laid down on the bed. The man who wanted to be his Daddy slipped his forearm beneath his neck.
“We don’t have to do anything, boy, this is about you getting used to trusting your Daddy.”
Raul rested his right arm over him, palmed his hip, and then Raul’s mouth took his in the softest kiss. No tongue or heat, just gentle nips and he felt his body respond to the tender caresses—the press of Raul’s hard, leaner body. Raul’s hard cock pressing into his hip. But Raul didn’t rut or try to speed up the seduction.
Raul was warm and strong. Pure felt awkward as he shifted until he could slip his right arm under Raul’s side. His left hand shook as he splayed his hand and fingers to the center of Raul’s chest. The kiss ended to allow them to catch their breath, and Raul rested their foreheads together. Their mingled breath was teasing each other’s mouths.
“Tell Daddy what you imagined him doing to you.”
It was a softly issued order. Everything about this felt odd, from the caring of the normally gruff man and the soft crackling of the fire. Raul’s fingers tightened on his hip. He watched the man’s expression in the light of the flames. The slight trembling of his body increased at the stroking of Raul’s hand from his hip, under him to the curve of his ass cheek. Raul gave it a soft squeeze and then moved lower along his thigh.
He gasped as Raul’s hand slipped between his legs and Raul unhurriedly parted his thighs. Opening him wide, and he felt his face starting to heat.
“You feel so much better than I imagined, boy.”
Raul’s darker skin was a striking contrast to his pale, hairy thighs.
“I just want you to lie back and let Daddy take care of you.”
He almost grabbed Raul to keep the man close but resisted as Raul scooted down the bed, lying on his stomach between Pure’s legs. Firm lips mouthed his sac, and he let out the most unmanly squeak. He couldn’t take his gaze from Raul, and it seemed as if he had the same problem, Raul focused on him. He knew in his gut that Raul was waiting for any sign of distress.
Raul’s arms were wrapped around his thick thighs. Strong hands and fingers cushioned by the softness of his belly. He was caught somewhere between lust and panic, gentleness and a need for more. His body no longer his own, possessed by Raul to do with as he pleased. Yet, the fear still outweighed the lust. There was a tightrope of anticipation of when he would lose that edge of awakening pleasure from Raul’s caring and attention.
He bent his knees slightly at the slow flick of Raul’s tongue along his perineum. He felt the rush of Raul’s hot, wet breath, and then it happened, that first tentative lick brought the nightmares to blaring reality. He seized Raul’s wrists in a grip tight enough to make his hands ache.
As the hated tears filled his eyes, Raul’s body blanketed his, knees on either side of his thighs.
“Baby boy, look at me.”
He shook his head, not wanting to see disappointment, and he crossed his arms over his chest. Hugging himself in that old way of self-soothing.
“Nicolas, you will open your eyes and look at me. Now.”
The edge and harshness of Raul’s tone made him slowly open his eyes. The soft smile that gently curved Raul’s lips and the tender stroke of fingertips along his bearded jaw eased some of the tension.
“There’s Daddy’s baby boy. You never have to be ashamed of your fear—your limits.”
Raul slipped to the side to press fully to him. His Daddy’s touch turned soothing as Raul eased him down from the abrupt anxiety attack.
“Now, boy.” As Raul spoke, Pure’s legs were parted, and the left one was draped over Raul’s thigh. “Daddy wants a kiss.”
He tipped his chin and Raul took his mouth in a deep, slow kiss and he shook at the first touch of their tongues. He wrapped his arms around Raul’s neck, and then he lightly bit his Daddy’s tongue at the stroke of rough fingertips around his hole. There wasn’t a rush, Raul didn’t try to push inside, and then Raul cupped his balls. He gasped at the slow roll then the sound morphed into a moan as Raul took his cock in hand. His body jerked with each stroke.
Between kisses, Raul whispered how good Daddy’s boy was. It was frustratingly slow. He didn’t even protest when Raul returned to his spot straddling his thighs.
“Daddy…” Raul’s new title broke as it passed his lips. Raul’s features were harsher, his breaths hot where Raul had his mouth just resting on his.
“That’s right, baby boy, just keep your eyes on me,” Raul whispered, then lifted to sit back on his heels. Adjusting until the fat head of his cock was pressed to Pure’s hole. “You’re gonna come for Daddy, and then I want to coat your tight little hole with cum. Daddy won’t do it inside. Can you do that for me?”
He nodded fast as he shoved his arms underneath his pillow and crossed them. He was spread wide for Raul. Vulnerable yet safe, he looked down the length of his body to find Raul stroking their cocks in tandem. Raul was watching too. Sweat beaded his skin, and his hips started to roll up and down, fucking in and out of Raul’s fist. He barely paid attention to the danger of Raul’s thick dick at his hole.
“Fuck, baby boy, so sexy.”
He threw his head back as his sac drew up and fire roared through his veins, and then his belly was covered in his release.
“Suck Daddy’s fingers clean.”
He barely had time to open his mouth before Raul gave him his seed-covered hand. The more he sucked, the more brutal Raul jacked his cock. He licked every drop from Raul’s hand and fingers. He choked once and twice as Raul’s middle and index checked his gag reflex. The pressure of the flared head starting to push inside bordered on pain, but as he protested,
Raul cursed, and wetness spread over his hole and balls.
“Goddamn, boy, you made Daddy come so hard.”
He quickly wrapped his arms around Raul’s waist when the man rested his weight on him. The kiss they shared was erotic and lazy, no rush to separate.
“Did Daddy make you feel good?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Raul rutted his spent cock against his balls.
“I’m going to go get a rag to clean us up and then we’re going to bed. You have a lot to do tomorrow.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He didn’t know what else to say when Raul gave him one more kiss and then got out of bed. He laid there analyzing what happened. Raul could’ve taken him, forced him to submit to a fucking, but he hadn’t. He reached between his legs and gathered Raul’s release and then brought his hand to his mouth. He tasted Raul, it was different from his own, and he closed his eyes as he imagined sucking the thick length. Tasting Raul as his Daddy came in his mouth instead of on his skin. Fantasy was all well and good, but what happened when reality didn’t live up to what he imagined? What would happen if he was still afraid?
THEIR TIME WAS QUICKLY COMING TO AN END
Raul savored the few nights of sleeping with his boy held tight in his arms. The tentative touches and handjobs, but he knew their time was coming to an end. Every day that passed was another one where the authorities would find them and not just he would go to jail. He couldn’t allow his baby boy to get caught. He could do his time, even die as long as it meant that Pure was free to live.
Always on the run, looking over their shoulders, that wasn’t the life he’d pictured with Pure. Nicolas deserved so much more. Pure deserved the husband and kids, a house filled with laughter and love. What the fuck could he contribute to that? Nothing.
He could picture it though. When he was at his lowest remembering the way Pure had looked cooking breakfast for the Crew kids, and it had been amazing. A life he hadn’t thought he would have before. Not that he could. He’d played the hand he was dealt and lost.
He shifted on the air mattress and stared up at the ceiling as he listened to Pure make the final repairs to the outside of the house. Since he’d had to stay out of sight, he’d taken over the painting and repairs inside.
The sound of an engine approaching had him rolling to his feet and silently making it to the kitchen door. He peeked through the curtains, and a big cop was approaching Pure where his boy was standing just inside the garage.
“Nicolas.”
“Officer Daniels, what sin did I commit to deserve a visit from you?”
He felt his brows draw together at the obvious hatred in his boy’s tone. He couldn’t miss the way the cop’s hand was resting on his sidearm. The tension amped up, as much as he knew his boy was capable of taking care of himself that didn’t mean he wasn’t prepared to step in.
“Do you know the whereabouts of Raul Martinez?”
“Nope. If you checked with your sources, you’d know I no longer work for Trenton Security. What happens with them isn’t my business anymore.”
His entire body went on high alert as the man approached his boy. Pure stood his ground. He wrapped his hand around the doorknob, ready to open and rush outside.
“You looking for another broken jaw, Daniels?”
“Nicolas, we both know you were just playing hard to get. You’re not as innocent as you want to pretend.”
“Badge or not, this time I’ll make sure you lose those teeth.”
Everything slowed down as the cop raised his hand to place it on Pure’s chest. One second he was on his feet, and the next, Pure had the man on the ground with his arm twisted behind his back.
“Arrest me or get the fuck off my property.”
Pure released the man’s wrist and put distance between them waiting for the man to attack. The big cop was instantly on his feet, but he didn’t go to restrain Pure or arrest him.
“This isn’t the end. You don’t have those thugs watching your back anymore. Welcome home, Nicolas.”
Raul remained battle-ready until he heard the engine start and the car spun its tires backing out of the driveway. He didn’t care if the coast was clear or not, he threw open the door, and Pure was instantly in his arms.
“Boy, it’s okay. I should’ve—”
Pure held him tight enough that it was hard to breathe. “No, you shouldn’t have. We have to get moving. Grab our go-bag…everything else is already at the next location.”
He tried to hold on as Pure pulled away. He wanted to demand answers, but Pure was already on the move, and he followed Pure into the house. So many questions remained unanswered. Who the cop was, and why did the stranger make Pure lose his calm? Pure had told him the bastard who assaulted him was in jail.
He rushed inside to get ready for when it was time to move out. Several minutes passed and they had everything ready, and the sound of the deep growl of a motorcycle filled the house.
“Mom’s here.”
He kept close to Pure, and if the moment wasn’t tense, he’d have laughed at the tiny woman straddling a huge bike in her flowery little sundress. She removed her helmet, and her mouth was pulled into a huge grin. He didn’t even know how she maneuvered the damn thing.
“I so need to get me one of these.” She knocked the kickstand down and dismounted.
“Maybe for your birthday.”
“You promise that every year. I’m just going to keep yours.” She pouted as they exchanged keys and he frowned as Pure handed over his cellphone.
Pure got to work strapping their pack to the back of the bike.
“Here’s five hundred in cash and there’s another thousand on a prepaid card. This arrived a few days ago, new IDs and passports just in case. There’s also a burner phone for emergencies.”
He took the envelope and slipped it into the inside pocket of his leather jacket. “You’re doing too much, Jenn.”
“For my boy, it’s never too much. Just keep him safe. I checked the bike for tracking devices just in case, and everything is in the clear. Also, the bike has a full tank, so it should get you to the next safehouse. I don’t know where and I don’t want to.”
Goodbyes were exchanged, and she held onto Pure for long minutes while they had a private conversation. When she backed up, he saw the tears on her cheeks.
“Wear your vest. I don’t want you in my ER.”
“I promise.”
“I’m gonna clean the house and make sure nothing of y’all’s is left. Call when you can.”
He’d normally be the one in front, but he mounted after Pure. They both slipped on their helmets, then the bike rumbled to life and they roared out onto the main road. He didn’t like not knowing where they were heading, but he trusted Pure. There weren’t many people he did, and Pure was putting his life and freedom on the line. Soon he was going to have to do something about that.
He followed Pure’s lead as they sped through traffic and finally made it to the highway. They were headed north, and he had a bad feeling about where they were headed. He didn’t trust those two fuckers farther than he could throw them. Freddie and Horace offered assistance if it benefited them in some way. They were feral woodsmen who lived by no code but their own.
The Trenton Crew trusted them, and he’d worked with them on a few operations. He’d have to keep a closer eye on Pure. Freddie and Horace tended to try to get pretty men back to their tents. Pure wasn’t going to be one of them.
He hugged Pure’s waist tighter as time passed slowly and they drew nearer to the cutoff they needed to make to the unmarked trail to hike into the camp. He wished Pure’s heavy jacket wasn’t in the way. This was what he’d miss the most when he was locked up. The freedom that came too late to touch his boy. Claim him and have his boy call him Daddy. He should stop the progression now, to leave Pure to find someone worthier of his first time, but he was too selfish for it.
His boy’s pleasure—first time—belonged to no one but him. He craved to own his boy’s
sexual awakening. Pure’s trust was his greatest gift. Something he’d always treasure. The only thing he could ask would be that Pure moved on and found the happiness his boy deserved. For Pure to have all his dreams come true, and until he had to let go to save his boy, he’d take everything that was his.
SETTING UP THE PERIMETER
Every muscle in his body was tense. The farther away they rode, didn’t make him feel any safer. He wouldn’t completely relax until they made it to the camp. The gravel shifted under the wheels of his bike as he took the unmarked narrow path. Unless someone was familiar with it, anyone would easily miss the turn. He knew the spot where he was supposed to meet Horace and Freddie. He hadn’t seen them since the last time he escaped for a week of camping.
As much as he wanted to get off the bike, Raul was the only thing keeping him together. Not only had he felt his world falling apart when the cruiser pulled into the driveway, but then his knees almost gave out when he’d seen the uniformed officer getting out of the car. He’d left Atlanta to go home to Powers to avoid his past that seemed to have followed him from his last tour. Daniels hadn’t taken no for an answer. He’d never pretended he was in the closet. He’d just been another fag asking for it.
He hadn’t been able to get stateside fast enough. He was strong and never let the cracks show, but the sight of Daniels had made him physically ill. His no sex rule was an irresistible challenge. No seemed to elicit the response of a hunter with their prey in the crosshairs. Avoiding kisses or touches to some men was a signal just to try harder. He wasn’t prey or an elusive target. He wouldn’t stand still and submit, never again would he be vulnerable—he’d take the kill shot. Consequences didn’t matter.
He almost noticed the hidden trail too late. An involuntary smile tugged at his mouth as he felt a growl against his back as he shot between two trees. He rolled to a stop over the uneven ground. As soon as he kicked down the stand, Raul was dismounting and jerking his helmet off.
“Boy, who taught your ass to drive?”
“Daddy, um, I think I handled the dirt bike and my motorcycle just fine.”
