Behind the Lens (Behind the Lives) (21 page)

Dante
yanked him back down, grabbing Jade’s wrists as the guy hit out at him. He
clamped down on them and moved up over Jade, kissing the guy’s forehead to calm
him down. “Sssh, I wuz just teasing, you don’t have enough money for me to
touch that thing.”

“You
almost gave me a heart-attack,” Jade said, his breaths coming out in pants.

“You’re
too young for that.”

“No
I’m not, I’m forty,” Jade replied, blinking his eyes, like he was trying not to
cry.

Dante
let go of Jade’s wrists.

“Just
don’t do it again.”

Dante
gave him a wicked smile, then moved back down his body. Jade started
whimpering. “Don’t worry,” Dante said, “I promise I won’t touch it.” He parted Jade’s
hairless legs, amused that Jade had shaved himself, or maybe he’d waxed like
Beth did, because they were smooth. He started playing with her entrance,
loosening it up… He frowned, realising he was treating Jade like a female, but
then again, why not? If it made the job easier, then Jade was an honorary chick
for the night, even the guy’s moans sounding like a woman’s, but maybe that was
the alcohol affecting his hearing. “Thanks, Jacky,” Dante murmured.

“Jacky?”
Jade asked.

“Whisky,”
Dante said, watching Jade as he continued to loosen him up. Jade’s face was
flushed, his eyes practically rolling back in his head like a demon had taken
over his body, again making him look good enough to fuck, and right now even
Jade’s hard dick wasn’t putting Dante off, probably because his own slut of a
dick knew it was going to get release, and anyway, the damn thing never
listened to his head, which was screaming at him to back away, that this was a
dude, NOT a lady, but his dick was yelling back,
‘It’s a lady, it’s a lady!’

Dante
laughed, finding the argument between his dick and his head funny.

Jade
looked at him. “What’s so funny?”

“My
dick thinks you look good enough to fuck,” Dante said, slipping a third finger
in, preparing Jade for a fuck from hell, “but my head’s disagreeing with it,
though it looks like my dick’s winning.”

Jade
smiled. “Really? You think I look fuckable?”

“Yeah,
but don’t look so happy ’bout it, cos my dick’s a sadist prick.” Dante removed
his fingers and flipped Jade over—no,
her
over,
because Jade was
going to get fucked like one.

Dante
climbed over the willing body, biting her shoulder hard, so that a feminine
scream filled his ears, making him even harder. Nuzzling his face into her
neck, he sucked, nibbled and kissed it, the scream now replaced by moans. He
started rubbing his cock between her arse cheeks as he buried his face in her vanilla-scented
hair, breathing it in. Moans responded, making him want to finger her again. He
pushed a hand under her body... He stopped, his alcohol-filled mind confused,
then he swore, remembering who he was going to fuck. Annoyed, he smacked the
back of Jade’s head, getting an angry earful in response. As Jade told him off,
he grabbed a hold of his own cock and shoved it inside of Jade, a scream
rewarding him. Jade started wriggling about, the movement making Dante gasp,
because fuck, the little twat felt damned good. He clamped down on Jade’s hips
and held him still, ignoring the sobbing pants under him, just concentrating on
calming his overly eager dick.

Jade
panted, “Pull out, pull out, pull out, it hurts.”

Dante
pulled out halfway, then rammed back in, then repeated it again, rocking into
the tight squeeze, his body and mind now happily working together.

Jade
started babbling, his words a mix of pleasure and pain, the stops and goes, the
no’s and yeses all merging into one, which only made Dante push harder. He
wanted to take Jade and to hear his screams, which Jade gave him plenty of,
along with moans and a strangled, “More, more…” followed by a few
oh gods.

Dante
pulled out almost completely, then rammed back in with more force, yanking out
a scream from Jade loud enough for the neighbours to hear. He closed his eyes,
imagining it was Beth screaming, making him lose control, making him want to
come, want to take, to fuck, to hurt, more, more, more, more… Yeah, this was
good, so fucking good, he needed this, needed to feel the tightness squeezing
him, needed his balls to pull up, to find that release. He wanted to lose his
mind in the sheer bliss, to take what he wanted. “Fuck yeah,” he groaned,
rutting into the body below him, filling it, controlling it, owning it. The
bitch belonged to him, to his dick, for his pleasure. He buried his face in her
gorgeous hair as he moved his cock in and out, the bastard now his master. He
wished that he didn’t have a condom between them so he could get closer, to
feel more. He wanted to meld into the body and right now he didn’t care whether
it was male or female, it was just pleasure to him, pure unadulterated fucking
pleasure.

“Fuck,
yeah, babe, you’re mine,” he grunted. “You feel so damned good, oh god, yeah,
tighten your arse, squeeze my dick.” He pumped harder, feeling the build-up in
his stomach, then it moved to his cock, the entrance surrounding it clutching
his shaft so perfectly, pulling on him, drawing him in, the squeeze, the drag,
the unbearable ecstasy… Oh fuck, fuck, fuck ...
fuck!
He rammed in deep one
last time, shouting out his orgasm, then held still while his cock jerked and
spasmed the last of his cum, his mind locking onto the moment, not wanting to
lose it, wanting it to last forever, the extensity so damn perfect, that
exquisite release making his painful memories disappear.

His
body gave out before his mind. He collapsed, totally drained. Cries under him
made him look down at the small body squashed beneath his, the dark hair
reminding him of—

He
pulled out and bolted off the bed, then ran into the ensuite, throwing himself
at the toilet, the alcohol he’d drunk burning his throat as he vomited into the
porcelain bowl. When it had stopped, he curled up on the floor and started to
shake, shocked at what he’d done, what he’d imitated, the memory of his
stepfather raping his brother making him holler in rage, because that black
hair, that slim body, it wasn’t right, it wasn’t right, it wasn’t—

A
pained voice broke through his nightmare, his reality. He looked up at Jade,
who was naked and standing over him, his expression a mixture of disbelief and
pain. Flushing the toilet, Jade pulled the seat down and sat on it, wincing as
his arse touched the porcelain. “I knew you were rough, knew what you were
like, but it still didn’t prepare me.”

“I
can’t help it, I’m sick,” Dante said, again not understanding how Jade could’ve
known that about him. But then again, he wouldn’t put it past the stalker to
source info about him or to peep through his window.

Wincing,
Jade shifted on the toilet seat, looking uncomfortable no matter what position
he moved in. “You orgasmed while hurting me.”

“I
didn’t mean to, I got carried away.” Dante wiped his face. “I won’t give you
trouble, I’ll back up whatever you say.”

“What
do you mean?” Jade asked, looking puzzled.

“With
the cops.”

“But
why would you talk to them? Prostitution’s legal.”

“No,
I meant ’bout raping you.”

Jade
frowned. “Why would you say that for?”

“You
screamed, you said stop, but I kept on goin’. I just took what I wanted.”

Jade
smiled. “Really?”

Dante
nodded, although he didn’t understand why Jade was looking so happy.

Jade
pushed off the toilet and knelt down in front of Dante. “I have no intention of
pressing charges against you, so come back to bed.”

“But
you should.”

“Are
you sorry you hurt me?”

Dante
nodded.

“And
will you do anything to make it up to me?”

Dante
nodded again.

“Then
come back to bed.” Jade got to his feet and held out a hand for Dante.

Confused,
Dante stared up at him. “But I raped you, why would you want me anywhere near
you?”

“I
have no idea why you would think that, because you definitely didn’t rape me, I
just wasn’t fully prepared for how rough you were.”

“I’m
sorry, I didn’t meana get so carried away, it just felt really good.”

Jade
smiled. “It did?”

Dante
pulled a face. “Yeah, I didn’t care you were a guy towards the end, just wanted
to get off.”

Jade’s
smile widened.

“Stop
smiling at me!” Dante snapped.

“I
can’t help it, so get up and come back to bed.” Jade turned and left the
bathroom.

Dante
stared at the doorway for a while, not understanding any of this. Jade called
out for him to hurry up. Dante pushed to his feet, spotting himself in the
mirror. His hair was wild, his eyes rimmed red. He turned on the tap and
splashed his face with water, then looked down at the full condom hanging
half-way off his cock. He removed it and dropped it in the bin, then got into
the shower, using the freezing water to numb his body, although his thoughts
still plagued his mind, yelling at him for hurting Jade.

Once
he’d finished cleaning himself, he dried himself off, then wrapped the towel
around his waist and re-entered Jade’s room. Still stark naked, Jade was lying
on the bed, reminding Dante of how he’d taken the guy, and how he’d wanted to
come no matter the cost. For a second he understood Sledge’s desire to fuck
Corey, but then again, would he still think that way tomorrow. He never thought
he would look at a male body as a sexual object. He screwed up his face, not
sure he did now either, his mind so confused, the booze still clouding it,
confusing him even more.

“Come
here,” Jade said, holding his arms out.

Dante
shook his head and headed for the money on the cabinet. “I’m goin’ home.”

Jade
bolted upright. “No! You still owe me more time!”

Dante
stopped, taken aback by Jade’s sudden outburst.

“Dante,”
Jade said, his tone now stern, “come here now or I’ll take the money back.”

“But—”

“No
buts, I’m paying for more than a fuck.”

“But
you said—”

“I
said no buts! You agreed to fuck me for two grand, now I want my eight grand’s
worth of cuddling.”

Dante
exhaled, knowing he did owe the guy, but not over the money. He dropped the
towel and got into bed, shifting over when he felt a damp spot on the sheet.
“You came?” he said in surprise.

“Most
definitely.” Jade covered the spot with part of the sheet, then moulded his
body up against Dante’s. “I came just before you did,” he said, cupping Dante’s
jaw.

Dante
closed his eyes as Jade kissed him. It felt no different from the long list of
women who had laid their lips on his, and he’d come inside of Jade like he’d
come inside of them, the only difference being his mind, telling him it was
wrong. But it wasn’t right with those women either, Kara and Beth included,
because it always left him wracked with guilt. Maybe Beth was right, that he
needed to see a psychologist, because it was doing his head in.

Jade’s
tongue slipped inside his mouth, while the guy’s cock rubbed against his leg
like a fucking dog. But Jade wasn’t the dog, Dante was, the lowlife who would
do anyone, as long as it was for tits or money—and now arse.

The
rubbing picked up as Jade moaned, “I love you.”

Dante
remained still, knowing he deserved every shit feeling this was creating,
because Jade owned him for the night, if not for longer, because without a
doubt Jade was going to lord that ten grand over him.

“Say
you love me,” Jade said, his voice breathy, desperate.

“I
love you,” Dante lied, wanting to know if he could say it to others too.

A
happy laugh came from Jade, making Dante realise that the guy believed him—or
was buying into a fantasy. “Stay with me tomorrow and Monday, I want to take
you to the party.”

“What
party?” Dante asked.

“The
film one your boss is putting on.”

“Doubt
he’d want me there after I quit, and how’d ja know my boss?”

Jade
brushed his lips over Dante’s jaw. “I’m a client of his, and very soon I’ll
also be an investor, so I can bring whoever I want.”

Dante
wondered whether he
should
go with Jade, because he could ask Craven for
his job back without Ash knowing. He would offer himself up to sell whatever
drugs Craven wanted, just as long as Ash stayed free. He didn’t care if Craven
mistakenly thought he was gay, couldn’t give a shit really, just wanted his job
back, so he didn’t have to fuck another dude again.

“Yeah,
I’ll go with you,” Dante said.

“Fantastic!
Which means we need to find you something suitable to wear. Some tight leather
pants would be perfect, but I’d prefer you to go shirtless so I can show off
these gorgeous tattoos.” Jade ran a finger over Dante’s arms, down his stomach
and over his cock. “So everyone can see what’s mine,” he said, cupping Dante’s
balls.