Scary

by J. M. Dabney

  12 MAKING LOVE WASN’T THEIR STYLE

  Blood roared in his ears as Tank’s heart picked up pace. He was waiting out front with Elijah while Scary took care of the bill. He had his arm thrown around Elijah’s shoulder with the smaller man’s head tucked beneath his chin. Elijah’s arms loosely looped around his waist. He was unaccustomed to public displays, but it felt natural with Elijah. No one ever wanted—no he cut off that line of thought before it ruined his night.

  “You’re all tense, you okay?”

  He just nodded because he didn’t want to let Elijah go. Sometimes he wished he had the courage to try out his voice—to see if it was still there and the problem only existed in his head.

  He turned as Scary exited the front door and tugged at his tie. He wasn’t exactly faring any better with his, but the look of near lust and surprise on Elijah’s face was worth it. They’d decided to do this shit right. Being someone’s first time was a huge responsibility. The salesman did a double take earlier when they’d walked into the shop. With their size the fact they’d found anything to fit surprised them.

  “Okay, how the fuck you do this suit and tie shit all the time freaks me out.”

  “It’s not that bad, but—” Elijah turned but kept his back to Tank’s as the smaller man reached out to grab Scary’s tie. Elijah tugged at the silk tie until Scary approached. “You both look handsome.”

  “We are fucking taking this thing seriously, Elijah.”

  “Who would’ve thought the big and bad Scary Sheridan would be so sweet.”

  Tank snorted and wrapped his arms around Elijah as Scary growled. “You’re asking for me to redden that sexy ass—”

  “Elijah, isn’t this a—surprise.”

  Tank turned to find two women and a little girl approaching, both the women’s eyes were wide, but not as much as the tiny child. Her head tipped all the way back to stare up at Scary.

  “Kam, let me introduce you, Scary and Tank this is Kam and her partner, I’m sorry, I’m Elijah.” Elijah stepped away to shake hands with the other woman.

  A lovely woman with long flowing blonde hair who looked as if she’d just walked off a magazine cover smiled. “I’m Megan.”

  “Megan, ladies, these are Scary Sheridan and Tank Davis.”

  “Nice to meet you, Ladies, Kam, you interviewed Elijah this afternoon.”

  He shot Scary a glance at the almost friendly tone. He didn’t think his best friend drank that fucking much tonight.

  “Yes, and it was an extreme pleasure. We were just taking Sophie for ice cream.”

  He tapped Elijah’s shoulder—Tell them it is nice to meet them. He hoped he wasn’t going to embarrass Elijah in front of his prospective new boss.

  “Tank says it’s nice to meet you as well.” Kam and Megan’s faces and eyes lit up as they looked at him.

  He did his best to smile politely and not look like he was grimacing in pain.

  “How’s your date going?”

  “Perfect, we just finished dinner. Now, Sophie,” He noticed Elijah enunciated the girl’s name and Sophie rolled her eyes so hard he thought they were going to get stuck. “How’s the life of crime coming for you?”

  “I hate that damn name.”

  “Watch your mouth,” Scary hissed out and Sophie tensed, Tank didn’t like that subtle move.

  Elijah stood there with a grin on his face and pulled out his phone. “I have a niece your age, here,” Elijah scrolled through his phone and pulled up a picture, then turned it towards Sophie.

  “She has her ears pierced,” Sophie squeaked in indignation. “Look at her hair,” She grabbed Elijah’s hands and thrust them towards Kam and Megan.

  “I was thinking, Kam, why don’t you two visit and bring Sophie, let her spend a little time with Mina—”

  “Princess.”

  “Princess, sorry, everyone gets nicknames,” Elijah turned his attention back to Sophie, “You can meet Princess and the rest of the crew.”

  He noticed Sophie wasn’t looking at Elijah but at the phone. “She’s really pretty. Her Mom and Dad let her do that to her hair?”

  If he hadn’t been paying attention he wouldn’t have seen the few seconds the miniature bad ass disappeared before the growl and attitude fell back into place.

  “Well, her Uncle Lucky took her to the park and she came back like that, but her Dad and Papa agreed to the pierced ears. Her Papa Trouble did them a few weeks ago.”

  “Did they let her keep her hair?”

  “Yea, she loves it and it’s not hurting anything. Self-expression is crucial.”

  “Actually, do either of you ride,” Scary’s voice brought Tank’s attention to his friend.

  “We haven’t been out in a long time, not a lot of time with work and life.”

  “The Crew and us go out every Sunday, start early, get some lunch, back to the house for dinner. I think the Juvenile Delinquent in training might need some social skills.”

  “Listen, you—”

  Scary knelt onto one knee to put them on eye level. “Yes?”

  “I don’t like you.” Sophie’s tiny fists tightened.

  “I don’t like you either.”

  “Sophia,” Kam quietly admonished Sophie. “I’m so sorry.” Kam reached out and grabbed Sophie’s thin shoulders, but the little girl shook her off to continue to glare right in Scary’s face.

  Tank watched Sophie and Scary with more amusement than it warranted. Elijah returned to him and leaned back against him, he lowered his head to check Elijah’s expression. The smaller man watched Scary and Sophie with a smile that almost seemed content.

  “We should get going, thank you for the offer—”

  “Elijah will give you the address. Plan for next Sunday.” Scary stood and picked up a protesting Sophie. “We’re going to get ice cream.”

  Tank watched as Scary and Sophie headed down the block arguing. The girl did have a creative grasp of language. Elijah twined his fingers with his and they followed with Kam and Megan beside them.

  “Shouldn’t they have a referee,” Megan asked.

  “I think Sophie—”

  “We need to give her a new name,” Scary called over his shoulder. “She’s on her way to Juvie at some point, how about that?”

  Terrible name—Tank signed.

  “But fitting,” Elijah quipped.

  “You and your men are weird,” Kam said with a laugh. “Ever thought about having kids?”

  “Don’t even think about it, Elijah. I’ve got enough trouble with you.”

  Tank gravelly chuckled at Scary’s menacing glare. They reached a small ice cream shop a few blocks away and Tank set back to observe. He’d never thought about the whole family thing. He had friends who were as close as brothers and Princess a niece, but what did he know about belonging to a family group: Nothing. He was just getting used to his first boyfriend, who saw him beyond the scars and silence.

  Where would he fit within a unit where he shared his boyfriend? If one day Elijah wanted children would he be able to be a dad? He still didn’t know to keep Elijah happy.

  # # #

  Two hours later they arrived back at the hotel and he closed the door. Scary walked across the room and turned on the bedside lamp bathing the room in soft light. Tank reached out and removed Elijah’s jacket, exposing the pale blue button up perfectly tailored to Elijah’s slim shoulders. Elijah turned towards him, the smaller man nibbled nervously at his lower lip as Elijah raised his hands to push Tank’s jacket off his shoulders.

  Once his hands were free he lifted them—beautiful.

  “So are you,” Elijah whispered. He raised his hands and curved them around the back of Tank’s neck to pull him down.

  Instead of going for his lips as he expected, Elijah’s mouth traced his scars, each one even the ugliest. Elijah’s nose nudged his bearded chin until he titled his head back. Elijah licked along the jagged, raised skin and sucked lightly. His dick hardened and he grabbed Elijah’s trim waist to roughl
y tug him closer.

  The subtle scent of soap and shampoo, the softness of Elijah’s hair against his skin, and it had been so long since he’d been touched—loved, but he didn’t think he’d ever been that.

  He stroked his hands around to Elijah’s back, over the curve of his perfect ass until he palmed the curves and lifted Elijah high onto his chest. Elijah’s leanly muscled legs twined around his waist. Even with the need intensifying Elijah kept his caresses and nips gentle—almost tender. He didn’t want tender. He rumbled deep in his chest as he fisted his right hand in Elijah’s curls and jerked his head back. Heavy-lidded blue eyes met his and the sweetest whimper passed Elijah’s full lips. He slammed his mouth down onto Elijah’s and walked towards the bed where Scary waited.

  He noticed Scary stripped down to his boxer briefs. Scary moved to the side so that he could lower Elijah to the bed. He thrust his tongue as his hips ground against Elijah’s, feeling the smaller man’s hard cock against his own. Fuck, he’d never wanted inside someone so fucking bad in his life. He lifted to his knees and dragged his lips along Elijah’s jaw, down the side of his throat. Tank fisted his hands in Elijah’s shirt and ripped it open.

  Smooth, creamy skin glowed in the faint light. Tank canted his eyes up as Elijah groaned and found Scary kissing their man. Elijah’s thighs tightened against his sides and Tank opened his mouth over a tight, pale tan nipple. He sucked and bit as Elijah’s gorgeous body writhed under him.

  He impatiently worked Elijah’s belt, button and zipper until he gripped the side of Elijah’s pants and underwear. Straightening, his chest ached from his ragged breaths, and he efficiently stripped Elijah until he wore nothing but the ruined dress shirt.

  “Fuck, look at that,” Scary stroked his hand down Elijah’s chest, flat abdomen until he took Elijah’s slender cock into his large hand.

  A part of Tank waited for jealousy, but it never came.

  “Suck our boy off and get him ready,” Scary growled.

  Tank watched Elijah, his body flushed a pale pink and his cock steadily dripped pre-come as Scary stroked him. He eased off the bed, removed his clothes and not caring when he heard a few buttons rip. He kicked his shoes and pants aside, leaned down to jerk off his socks. Tank straightened and circled his cock, he took in Elijah’s spread thighs and the sparse hair around his tight little hole. He wanted to split that ass wide; fuck Elijah until the man felt him for fucking days.

  “Look at him, baby,” Scary whispered next to Elijah’s ear and the slim man obeyed. “Ya want it don’t ya, that fat cock tearing you apart, both our cocks pounding into you. Say it,” Scary growled.

  “Yes, please.”

  “Tank’s taking that ass first and then I am, after tonight ya ain’t belonging to anyone else. Do ya understand? No one touches what’s ours.”

  “Y—Yes.”

  It was all Scary and he needed to hear, he bent to pull the supplies from under the pillow where Scary stashed them earlier. He quickly ripped open the condom and rolled it on, before he dropped to his knees beside the bed. Tank reached out, wrapped his hands around Elijah’s thighs and jerked him to the edge. He took Elijah’s dick in one hand and swallowed it to the back of his throat in one hard thrust. Elijah dug his heels into the back of his shoulders.

  “Too—too much.” Elijah’s voice rose with desperation.

  “No, baby, ya can take it, watch how much he loves sucking your cock.”

  He looked up at Elijah as he bobbed up and down the shaft, retreated and hesitated long enough to tongue the slit gathering Elijah’s taste to savor before plunging again. Elijah’s eyes bright and filled with lust as Tank held his gaze.

  Reaching for the lube, he slicked his fingertips and brought them to the wrinkled, convulsing hole that was begging for him. He massaged and pushed, he showed no mercy as he breached Elijah with two thick fingers.

  Elijah cried out and threw his head back. Scary bit at Elijah’s ear, throat and along his jaw. “Relax, push out, let him in.”

  Scary met his gaze asking silently and Tank felt Elijah relax, he slowly finger fucked him, scissoring until he released Elijah’s cock and surged onto the bed. Scary dragged a shaking and whimpering Elijah farther up the mattress. Elijah’s arm twined around their necks, Scary kissed him first, then Tank. He couldn’t fucking wait, he grunted as he worked a third finger in and Elijah’s hips jerked as he slammed down on them.

  His skin felt on fire, his every muscle tensed to the breaking point and Tank could take no more. He pulled his fingers from Elijah’s tight, gripping heat, slicked his covered cock with more slick and stroked down circling the base as he pressed the fat head to Elijah’s ass. He looked down to meet Elijah’s eyes, waited for some sign. That’s when Elijah curled upward until his mouth touched Tank’s.

  “Please, so emp—”

  He didn’t wait for Elijah to finish before he thrust once until he was balls deep. Elijah screamed and lifted his ass off the mattress, shuddered breaths warmed Tank’s lips. His man shook all over and clenched rhythmically around him. It was pure fucking torture as he waited, giving Elijah a minute.

  “Ya ready, fuck, ya should see how your sweet fucking hole is spread wide.”

  Watery blue eyes still filled with desire stared into his and Elijah nodded sharply. Tank pulled out, then pushed back in, building the intensity of his pounding until high, grunts broke through the veil of the lust burning through his veins. Elijah’s hard dick slapped between their bellies as Tank realized he was Elijah’s first—something primal and dangerous bloomed in his chest.

  He lowered to his forearms, slipped his hands under Elijah to curve his hands around Elijah’s shoulders. He claimed Elijah’s mouth, eating every sweet cry and curse. At the edge of his mind his sensed Scary get up, but he was too focused on his need to stake his part of the dual ownership and they owned Elijah—every inch.

  He flipped Elijah so the man was on top, placing his feet flat as he pounded, his balls drawing up tight and he froze as his orgasm brutally took him. His hips erratically moved as he pumped his seed into the condom. Loathing that he couldn’t watch it turn Elijah’s ass and thighs slick. He reached down quickly and held the condom as he eased out so Scary could take his place.

  Looking passed Elijah’s shoulder he watched his best friend place his knees on the bed. The lines of Scary’s face harsher than normal. Scary’s hairy calves brushed his thighs and then the larger man was blanketing Elijah’s body. The first thrust arched Elijah’s back. Tank was helpless as he watched Elijah’s mouth fall open, his eyes squeezed tight and Tank wrapped his hand around Elijah’s weeping dick.

  “Ours, boy, always,” Scary grunted against the side of Elijah’s throat before Scary latched onto Elijah’s shoulder and bit down.

  Scary rode their body hard and fast, Elijah froze, screamed and hot jets of seed painted Tank’s hairy stomach as Scary threw his head back.

  Tank had never seen a man more beautiful than Elijah and he was theirs. Scary rolled to the side taking Elijah with him. Elijah whined as Scary moved away breaking contact.

  They laid there lost in the quiet only broken by ragged breaths and thoughts all their own. Tank turned and gently kissed Elijah, felt the man sleepily respond. He smiled as he leaned back to see the content look on his man’s face and his eyes were already closing.

  He grunted to get Scary’s attention and his best friend met his gaze.

  I will clean him up. Be right back—Tank signed and rolled from the bed to head for the bathroom.

  He stared in the mirror something he avoided most days and for once he didn’t see the haunted expression—the defeat.

  Quickly, he cleaned up, grabbed what he needed for Elijah before heading back into the bedroom. Tank paused for a moment to watch Scary and their man curled up on the bed, Elijah tucked into Scary’s side. Elijah’s eyes opened, the slender man smiled and patted the empty spot in front of him. Fuck, how the hell did he get so lucky? Maybe Scary was right and it was their time for re
demption. He hoped so and that this wasn’t some fluke, but he’d worry about that later. Right now, his man waited for him.

  13 THE MORNING AFTER AND MOMENT OF TRUTH

  Scary groaned as he pulled the pillow over his head to block out the morning sun streaming through the balcony doors. They’d forgotten to close the curtains before they went to bed. His mouth pulled into a half-smile as the slender body curled up to his back. He turned to glance over his shoulder and saw Tank completely wrapped around Elijah, Elijah’s forehead was pressed between Scary’s shoulder blades. Tossing the pillow over the side of the bed, he rolled over to watch Elijah sleep.

  Elijah’s curls tangled around his face and dark lashes laid on his high cheekbones. The man was fucking beautiful. He wondered what the hell he and Tank did right. Scary lifted his hand, put his palm on Elijah’s cheek and traced the long, fringe of lashes with the pad of his thumb. Elijah hummed in his sleep and turned into his touch, brushing a gentle kiss to his palm.

  He’d noticed the tenderness with which he’d treated Tank and it wasn’t the first time he noticed. Elijah took advantage of every opportunity to touch them. It was an odd thing. No one touched either of them with anything close to reverence. Elijah wore his heart on his sleeve and he damn sure couldn’t disguise what he felt.

  Scary was born to a single mother who worked her ass off to just put food on the table most nights. Monica barely turned seventeen before Scary made his way into the world. She’d been beautiful with rich, caramel colored skin and always laughing hazel eyes. No matter how tired his Mom was she wore a permanent smile. The man who knocked his mother up was rich and popular, a college boy who’d talked all sweet, but hadn’t stuck around long.

  He didn’t give a fuck where the bastard was, but he wished his Mom could’ve met Elijah. Breast cancer took her before her fortieth birthday. Monica would’ve approved of Elijah. She’d always said he’d need a good man to keep him in line. He’d never been in the closet with her and she’d hated the necessity of keeping it quiet. His best friend hadn’t known until the night they’d decided to leave the neighborhood behind. Neither of them had a reason to stay.