"Oh, fuck no." Steve thought about Mark
taking a leave of absence from Parsons and Company where they
worked together. "Not going to happen. Alex does not need a
minder."
"Says you." Mark rested his legs on the
coffee table.
"Fuck it," Jack said, "If their relationship
can't handle the separation, maybe it wasn't meant to be."
Steve gave Jack a look of exasperation which
he realized was mirrored by both Mark and Adam.
"What?" Jack asked in annoyance.
"Your disdain for our captain is unmatched,
Mr Larsen." Mark touched Steve's chest affectionately.
"I do not have disdain for Billy," Jack
replied.
"Ha." Adam slouched low on the cushions.
Steve kissed Mark's hair. "What was the bone
of contention?"
"Randy Dawson. What else?" Mark rubbed
Steve's nipple though his shirt, getting it hard.
"Maybe we need to pay him a visit?" Steve
felt his cock throb at Mark's teasing touch.
"I was thinking that very thing." Mark
addressed Adam, "How do we get in touch with him, love?"
"I have no idea. I can look him up and see if
he has an agent or contact information."
"I'll find him."
All three men looked at Steve.
Mark pinched his nipple. "The ex-cop going to
do a little detective work?"
Steve met Adam's gaze then looked at Mark.
"Let me handle it."
"I don't like the sound of that!" Mark made a
noise of disapproval.
Jack stood from the sofa, walking around the
couch. "I'm watching TV in the den."
"What?" Adam asked in confusion. "No
sex?"
Jack vanished around the bend in the
hall.
Mark asked, "What is with him?"
Steve rubbed his coarse jaw, and knew. It
seemed anything that had to do with Alex and Billy irked Jack.
"He-man?" Mark stood up and followed
Jack.
That left Adam and Steve staring at each
other in the living room.
"Drama." Adam threw up his hands. "We can't
escape it."
"And we should be celebrating. Imagine what
it would be like if we got bad news." Steve picked up the empty
bottles to take to the kitchen.
Adam followed him with his wine glass. "I
don't think I could handle it." Adam set the glass in the
dishwasher as Steve tossed the bottles into recycling.
"Steve?"
Steve wiped his hands on a dish towel and met
Adam's gaze.
"Don't threaten Randy. For all we know, he's
straight and in a relationship. No need to get this off to a bad
start for Alex."
"I agree. And if I know Sharpe?" Steve
caressed Adam's hair. "He'll do all the grunt work finding out
about Dawson. You and I will have to rein him in. Not me."
"You crazy cops." Adam smirked.
Steve cupped the back of his head and kissed
him. "Yeah. Crazy cops. Ya got that right." He held Adam's hand and
led him to the den where the two others were sitting on the couch,
chatting.
~
Billy dripped with sweat.
Alex's wrists were tied over his head and
attached to the headboard of their bed. Billy came up for air after
devouring between Alex's legs. Alex whimpered sensually, his cock
thick and a string of pre-cum ran from the tip to his treasure
trail. Billy knelt up, wiped his mouth with his forearm and grabbed
the lube.
Fully recovered from the on duty shooting
incident Billy was involved with, having been hit with 9mm caliber
ammunition in his Kevlar vest, Billy was fighting fit once more,
and able to satisfy his voracious lover's needs.
"Fuck me…" Alex moaned, the sweat making his
long dark hair stick to his cheek and neck. He tugged on the rope
and made the bed creak.
Billy squirted lubrication on his right hand
and began working it into Alex's bottom. Alex let out a loud howl
which echoed in their bedroom. At the touch, Alex tried to do a
split, straddling his legs wider inviting more. "Billy!"
Billy knew. He knew what this young man
wanted. Rough sex. The rougher the better.
Using a corkscrewing action, Billy worked his
hand into Alex's ass. He kept applying the lubrication liberally,
since he had done this to Alex before. His hand dipped into Alex up
to the second knuckle. Alex writhed on the bed.
No one can fuck you like I can. No one!
Billy licked at a drop of perspiration
running down his lip. He gripped Alex's knee and pressed it to the
bed, then worked his hand into Alex deeper.
"Fuck! Yes! Billy!" Alex arched his back,
throwing his head into the pillow and began bucking against Billy's
penetration.
Once Alex's ass was open and well lubricated,
Billy found Alex's internal sweet spot and rode over it, using more
of his hand, getting close to fisting him.
"Ah! Harder! Ah!"
Billy snarled and worked his way deeper,
wriggling his fingers and twisting his arm. Alex's cock was turning
a deep crimson shade and a continuous stream of pre-cum was running
from the slit.
"Billy! Billy!" Alex gasped and jerked his
hands hard, making the rope leave red welts on his wrists.
"Fuck!" Billy looked down at his own cock
which was stiff and anxious for a climax. He used his free hand to
grab Alex's shaft, and as he fully fisted Alex he pulled on his
long, straight cock, working Alex inside and out.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Alex's entire body began to
spasm and Billy felt the climax from inside Alex before he
spattered his hot skin with a huge load of creamy cum. Alex
literally screamed from the pleasure and his entire body went stiff
as he came. He choked and shook his head side to side as in
disbelief at the intensity.
Billy was about to come watching Alex. He
slowed his actions down as Alex's climax subsided. Billy pulled his
hand out and straddled Alex's chest. He jerked off on Alex's face
as Alex gasped for air. Billy's spunk coated Alex's jaw and lips.
Alex, still trying to catch his breath, licked his chin and jerked
at the rope.
Billy milked his cock over Alex's mouth and
then slid off of him, trying to stand after the intense climax. He
headed to the bathroom and scrubbed up, looking at his reflection
in the mirror over the sink, seeing all his chest and arm muscles
ripped from the exertion. Top that, Dawson. Billy snarled at his
reflection.
Once he had cleaned up, he stood beside the
bed as Alex recovered. Spattered in both their cum, dripping in
sweat, and sticky with lube, Alex crossed his legs and moaned,
"Love you, love you…love you…"
Billy untied the rope and picked Alex up in
his arms, carrying him to the bathroom. He stood him in the tub and
turned on the water, waiting for it to warm to use the shower head.
Alex, unsteady on his feet, held the wall and huffed for
breath.
Billy entered the tub behind him and washed
Alex, cleaning the cum, the lubricant, everything. He turned off
the water and they both stood still for a moment to recover.
Alex turned to face him, falling against him
and embracing him. "Love you so much."
Billy pulled Alex's hair back in a ponytail,
it had not gotten wet from the water since Alex had just leaned
under the spray to rinse his skin. He kissed Alex with all the
passion he could muster. Begging this young man not to cheat was
not going to prevent him from straying. But making love to Alex,
like no other man could? That was the key.
Billy knew what Alex wanted. And Alex was
addicted to the rough sex.
Needing air, both men parted from the kiss
and met gazes. And as if this last act of sex had made up Billy's
mind he said, "Go. I'm good with it."
"I'm yours, Captain. Believe me, I am so
yours." Alex closed his eyes and held Billy tight.
Billy smiled and squeezed Alex into his arms.
"I know, baby. I know."
~
Mark stared into the bathroom mirror over the
sink vanity. The other three were laughing and chatting outside the
door, getting ready for a bout of their usual weekend playtime.
Mark met his green eyes in the mirror,
pulling his hair back from his face and inspecting his hairless
waxed-chest and ripped abs. The boys were doing well not reminding
him his birthday was approaching. They knew making a fuss would
send him into a tailspin. Mark could see the Botox had worn off
slightly and made a mental note to make an appointment with Dr
Love. He checked his temples for any sign of gray. His father had
gone completely snow white at fifty, but Mark's grandfather on his
mother's side had a full head of black hair, even on his death bed
at seventy-one. Mark never knew his grandparents on his mother's
side. They all lived in England, and most had died before Mark grew
old enough to visit them himself. His mother, Leslie, didn't bother
to contact Mark any longer. Not only was she cold to him as a
child, pushing him off on his nannies, recently Mark had a sneaking
sensation she had written him and his son, Alex, out of the family
inheritance. And with a company like Richfield International, that
meant billions.
Steve entered the room naked, kissed Mark's
shoulder and stood at the toilet to relieve himself. "You up for
it?"
"Hm? Oh. Sure. Yes." Mark wasn't. But he
never said no to his men. He brushed his teeth and dried his hands,
taking another look at himself in the reflection.
Steve flushed the toilet, reaching around
Mark from both sides to wash his hands, while rubbing his cock
against Mark's ass. Steve's smile faded. "You sure? You didn't eat
dinner. Are you feeling weak?"
"Don't be silly. I'm fine." Mark wished he
was not so easy to read.
Once Steve dried his hands he spun Mark
around to face him. "You wanna tell me what happened with Alex and
Billy?"
"Nothing. They'll be fine." Mark smiled his
best fashion model smile.
"You're a lousy liar." Steve held his hand
and led him out of the bathroom.
Jack and Adam were already naked, in bed,
waiting.
Adam narrowed his gaze. "What's wrong,
Mark?"
"Nothing. I'm fine," he repeated. Mark knew
Adam was even more perceptive to his moods than Steve and Jack
were. "Now. How do you want me?" Mark held his hands over his head,
crossing his wrists, then turned around, bent over and wriggled his
bottom at them.
Mark was grabbed around his waist and tossed
onto the bed. All three men descended on him, making him laugh,
which at the moment, felt wonderful.
He sprawled out naked on the soft bedding and
enjoyed the attention; Steve drawing his soft cock into his mouth,
Jack running kisses up his neck to his earlobe, and Adam nibbling
his nipple.
Mark sighed happily and knew the best way to
get himself out of a funk was to get himself into a fuck, a
four-way love affair with the men he loved most in the world.
~
Steve could see something was not right. But
it wasn't unusual for Mark to be preoccupied or fretting.
Instead of a manic bout of BDSM or hogtying
Mark and banging him senseless, Jack and Adam seemed to also sense
the tenderness Mark needed. For a change, they kissed, cuddled and
touched each other's cocks to get off. No one was in a frenzied
sexual mode; no oral, no anal, just loving fondling.
As Jack kissed Mark, he worked Adam's cock,
and in turn, Adam held Steve's. Steve knelt up, staring at the act,
Mark lying prone on the bed, making out with Jack as the other two
were busy trying to get off.
Adam came first, spattering Mark with cum,
and Jack paused from his kisses to watch. Once Adam recovered from
his climax, he focused more on pleasing Steve. Seeing Jack watch,
Steve ran his hands over his own chest, enjoying the way Adam
pulled and twisted his hand on his length, using his own cum as
lube. Steve felt the climax hit and added his spatter to the
glistening drops on Mark's skin. Jack held his own cock close to
Mark's face and before Mark opened his mouth, Adam reached for Jack
and serviced him with his hand, the way he had worked Steve.
Steve admired Adam's skill, seeing Mark
anticipate Jack coming on his face, and Jack staring down at Mark
from head to toe. Jack closed his eyes and without a noise, came,
Adam milking Jack's cock so Mark's jaw and neck were dripping in
creamy cum.
While all three men recuperated, Steve
reached for Mark's soft cock.
"I'm good." Mark gently nudged Steve's hand
aside.
Steve and Adam exchanged quick worried
glances, and then one by one they climbed off the bed and washed
up. Jack hauled Mark to his feet, held him by his hips from behind,
and walked him to the bathroom.
Mark was the last to stand at the sink. Steve
waited, seeing Mark checking where cum had hit him before using a
washcloth to clean up. As Mark wiped his jaw and neck, Steve leaned
on the door frame of the bathroom and watched. Jack and Adam
chatted quietly in the bedroom, but Steve's attention was on
Mark.
"You want to go to Italy?" Steve asked.
Mark met his gaze in the mirror. "No.
Actually I don't. Do you?"
"Do you think one of us should?" Steve held a
towel, ready to hand it to Mark.
"You can't take that kind of time off from
work, and neither can I." Mark tossed the washcloth over the shower
door and took the towel. "This is silly. He's twenty-four, and not
a child. If he cheats on Billy he shall pay the consequences."
"I feel the same way. But I don't think he
will cheat."
"Forget it. We're worrying ourselves for
nothing." Mark folded the towel and ran a brush over his long brown
hair.
Steve took it from him, brushing it for him.
Mark gave him a sexy smile.
Steve asked, "Sure you don't want to
come?"
"I'm too distracted. Thanks, love. No."
Steve glanced out of the bathroom doorway to
see the other two had dressed. It was too early to sleep.
Adam said, "We'll be in the den."
Steve nodded as he and Jack left the
bedroom.