Behind the Lens (Behind the Lives) (40 page)

Ant
moved closer to Corey. “And, baby, I’ll pay you even more if you let me fuck
you.”

“No!”

Ant
placed a hand on Corey’s good leg. “Oh, come on, you know you want me.”

“I
do not! So, stop touching me!” Corey yelled, pushing Ant’s hand away.

Ant
shook his head like he was disappointed with Corey. “You were so much nicer to
me yesterday.”

“I
don’t remember shit, you drugged me.”

“I
did not, you took them willingly, and you weren’t complaining when you came in
my mouth.”

Corey
paled. “You’re lying, cos I would’ve remembered that.”

“You
saying I’m not memorable?”

“No,
I’m saying you didn’t suck me.”

“Well,
I did suck your tiny cock, but I’m going to do so much more today.” Ant pushed
Corey onto the bed and kissed him hard, making Corey’s eyes bulge. He tried to
push up, but Ant was too strong, the guy twice his size.

Ant
slipped a hand down Corey’s boxers, then broke the kiss, grinning like a hyena.
“Looks like you do like me after all.”

“Let
go of my cock!” Corey yelled, squirming under him.

Ant
gave it a squeeze, then removed his hand. “For now anyway, but after the party
I’m going to fuck you all night long.” He pushed off the bed and disappeared
out the door, locking Corey in.

Corey
looked down at his boxers, not believing his fucking dick got hard. Swearing,
he hit it, then yelped, swearing louder at his stupidity, as well as cursing
Ant, and wishing Sledge hadn’t left him alone—AGAIN!

22

Sledge

Kara pulled up behind the big
white bus that was parked outside the porn studio. “Time to kill or be killed,”
she said, making Sledge’s back bristle.

He
turned to her. “We’re
not
dying and you’re
not
killing anyone—”

“I agree;
it was a stupid idea to take them out here; I’ll wait until Craven’s party.”

“No!
You’re not taking anyone out; I’m dealing with Ant.”

“Sure,
you can have the son, but you don’t get a choice about the father.” She got out
of the car.

Sledge
yelled out in frustration, knowing he was an idiot for teaming up with the
psychotic bitch from hell, but what choice did he have?
None.
Because
the cops could do nothing without Corey’s statement, which he knew wasn’t going
to happen, plus he wasn’t going to subject Corey to the tests the cops wanted,
especially the internal one. And anyway, if they couldn’t help, he would deal
with Ant like he’d planned to do all along, because
no one
touched Corey
and got away with it.

He
jumped out of the car and followed Kara around the side of the warehouse. The
same guard from yesterday stood at the entrance, his face dropping at the sight
of Kara. Sledge slowed his pace down, again questioning whether this was a good
idea. Although Kara had reassured him that the guard would do nothing, Sledge
wasn’t so sure, because if
he
was the guy he wouldn’t be standing out
here unprotected.

Kara
pulled out the gun she’d stolen from the guard.

The
man raised his hands. “They’ll kill you if you shoot me.”

Kara
stopped in front of him. “I’m not going to shoot you, silly, and they wouldn’t
kill me, they’d just dump your body and give me a spanking for being a naughty
girl.” Smiling, she held the gun out for him to take. “By the way, I kept the bullets.”

Scowling,
the guard took the gun and checked the barrel, then stuffed it in his pants.
Kara patted his crotch, causing him to jump backwards. “Don’t touch me, you
crazy bitch!”

“Just
checking if B1 and B2 are still there,” she said.

The
guard lowered a hand to his crotch and opened the door with the other. “Just
piss off.”

“Only
if you promise to help Tyson get work at the party.”

“I
already said I would yesterday.”

“You’re
too easy. If I were you, I would’ve made him suck me off first.”

“I’m
not sucking anyone off!” Sledge yelled.

Laughing,
Kara headed inside, closing the door behind her.

Looking
weary, the guard’s attention shifted to Sledge. “I didn’t think you’d have the
nerve to show up after yesterday.”

“I
need a job, and Kara hurt you, not me.”

“True.
So, you got any experience?”

“In
what?”

“Being
a guard, of course.”

“Um
... no, do I need it?”

“Depends
on what you’re like with a gun.”

“I
know how to shoot.”

“Good,
and you look tough enough.”

“Does
that mean I can be a guard?”

“It
depends on Saul, he does the hiring. I’ll ask him when he comes out, unless you
want to go in yourself?”

Sledge
definitely didn’t want to go anywhere near Saul, because there was no way the
guy would give him a job after his brothers quit, or over what had happened with
Dante. Instead, he’d probably get his arse handed to him on a plate. Christ, he
was a dumbarse for not thinking this plan through.

“I’d
rather stay out here with you,” Sledge finally said, running a hand down the
back of the neck, which he stopped when the guard licked his lips. He wondered
whether Kara was right about the dude being gay.

The
guard smiled. “Yeah, you can stick with me, and anyway, Saul’s busy organising
the whores, so I’ll interview you instead.”

“Cool,”
Sledge said, feeling hope.

“By
the way, my name’s Solomon,” the guard held out a hand.

Sledge
shook it. “Nice to meet ya.”

“You
too, Ty. You don’t mind me calling you that, do you?”

“No,”
I hate it
,
“I don’t mind at all.”

Solomon
smiled, making Sledge want to cringe, the guy one ugly bugger. “So, how old are
you, Ty?”

“Eighteen.”

“Oh.”
The guy’s smile vanished. “You look older.”

“I
can still do the job.”

“Yeah,
I bet you can, you’re big enough.” Solomon’s eyes went to Sledge’s crotch.

Sledge’s
cheeks lit up, like they had heaters behind them. He’d never been eyed-up by a
guy before... no, scratch that, Corey had, but at least Corey was a little
honey, not a six-foot ugly-arse dude who must have face-planted the concrete
like a hundred times. But then again, he’d also been hit on by trannies.
Christ, did he give off gay signals?

“You
seeing anyone?” Solomon asked.

Sledge
nodded, hoping the guy would stop getting ideas and interview him properly.

“Is
she pretty?”

“Um...”
Sledge squirmed, feeling even more uncomfortable. He’d promised himself he
wouldn’t hide his relationship with Corey after what had happened over the
weekend, but it didn’t mean he wanted to tell everyone he had a boyfriend, it
still knotted his stomach and swivelled his balls.

“Am
I embarrassing you?” Solomon asked.

Sledge
nodded, not knowing why he had to prove anything to the guard, especially after
what the prick had said he’d done to Dante, Sledge still hoping it was
bullshit, because if it wasn’t he’d be dealing with more than Ant at the party.

“Sorry,”
Solomon said. “I shouldn’t have asked.”

“No,
it’s alright, it’s just...” Sledge grimaced, knowing he
had
to answer
the question, not for the guard, but for himself, because he needed to start
manning up. “I don’t have a girlfriend, I have a boyfriend.”

“How
long have you been going out with him?”

“’Bout
a week,” Sledge answered, annoyed that the guy didn’t look surprised.

“So,
it’s not serious then.”

“Yeah,
it is, he’s my best friend. I’ve known him for years.”

“He’s
one lucky guy.”

Sledge
shrugged.

“Are
you guys open to threesomes?”

Sledge’s
face dropped. “What?”

Solomon
stepped closer. “I don’t get to meet guys like you much, so—”

“What
do ya mean, guys like me?”

“You
know, nice gay guys, because the only ones I come across are disgusting sluts
not worth my time. So, if you’re open to a three-way, I’ll do anything you
want.”

Sledge
took a step back. “No one’s fucking me.”

“That’s
alright, you can do me.”

Shit,
this was going downhill fast. Or maybe he should just breathe in and chill,
after all it was just talk, plus Kara had told him to flirt with the guy. Yeah,
he could flirt, totally bullshit the slimy creep, say he’d do him tomorrow,
then go to the party, bash Ant then never see Solomon again, unless the guy had
really done that shit to Dante, then he’d bash him too.

“C’mon,
Ty, I’ll also suck your cock. I’ll do it for you during my break, I’ll
guarantee you’ll come,” Solomon grinned.

“Um...
I can’t, that’s cheating.”

“Oh,
sorry, I wasn’t thinking. Guess I’ll wait until you ask your guy.”

“Sure,”
Sledge said, feeling awkward. He wondered whether females felt like this when
they got hit on – scared shitless.

“Come
stand next to me.” Solomon patted the door, looking like he wanted to do the
same to Sledge’s arse.

Sledge
forced himself over to the door, repeating in his head:
I’m doing this for
Corey, I’m doing this for Corey.

“You
do look like a teen now,” Solomon said. “The scared look pretty much gives it
away.”

Sledge
leaned against the door. “I’m not used to gettin’ hit on by guys.”

“Then
you must only hang round hetros, because all my mates would be drooling over
you.”

“Doubt
it, especially not with my ugly-arse face.”

“Get
off, you’re hot as hell; and your body...” Solomon ran a hand up Sledge’s leg.

Sledge
jerked away, thinking this wasn’t happening. “I am ugly, been told it enough
times,”
so don’t fucking touch me again!

“By
who?”

“My
mates, well, except for my boyfriend, he’s the only one who thinks I’m hot.
Guess he needs glasses like you.”

Solomon
smiled. “It’s refreshing seeing a hot guy so humble.”

Sledge
shook his head. “You’re just seeing my body, not my face.”

“I’d
love to see your face at the end of my dick.”

Sledge
turned on the guard. “I ain’t a cocksucker!”

Solomon
straightened to his full height. “Don’t get shitty with me, it was a
compliment. And seriously, you’ve never sucked cock?”

“No!”

“Just
calm down, mate.”

Sledge
breathed out, knowing he was stuffing things up, but the guy was
seriously
pissing him off.

“I’m
sorry I upset you,” Solomon said. “It wasn’t my intention, and sucking cock
isn’t a bad thing.”

“It
is so. Men don’t suck cock, only chicks and fags.”

Solomon
snorted. “If you have a boyfriend, then that makes
you
a fag.”

“That
came out wrong, but you know what I mean.”

“I
don’t, so enlighten me.”

“It’s
demeaning.”

“No
it’s not, it’s empowering.”

“Is
not.”

“How
would you know if you haven’t done it?”

“I
just do.”

“Bull,
otherwise you wouldn’t be saying that. The men I suck are totally at my mercy,
I can either give them pleasure or pain, it’s all up to me. You should try it,
then tell me what you think.”

“No
fucking way. I’m not sucking no one’s dick, not even my boyfriend’s, and he’s
got a cute one.”

“Then
if it’s so cute why don’t you suck it?”

“I
only suck pussy.”

Solomon’s
eyebrows shot up. “You’re bi?”

“Yeah.”

“No
wonder you’re confused.”

“I’m
not confused; I just know that I won’t like it.”

“Your
boyfriend’s missing out then. Does he do it for you?”

“That’s
none of your biz.”

“I
know, but what’s so wrong with saying yes or no?”

“Yes,
then.”

“Which
means you should return the favour, otherwise it isn’t fair.”

“Don’t
try to guilt-trip me, I already know that.” And he knew Corey wanted to fuck
him also, but he really didn’t want to go down that road either, because men
didn’t get fucked, they were the ones doing the fucking.

“It’s
not my intention to guilt-trip you,” Solomon said, “I just think you should try
it, and at least it doesn’t get messy like licking pussy.”

“How
would you know, you’re gay?”

“I
had to watch some porn stars going at it on Saturday. The guy’s face was all
slimy after he went down on the female, which you don’t have to worry about
with a guy.”

“Guys
dribble.”

“It’s
nothing in comparison, and as long as it’s a clean cock it’ll taste good, plus
I love swallowing.”

Sledge’s
mind went to Corey’s cock, wondering whether that was true, plus Corey did seem
to like swallowing as well. But he’d fucked a chick’s mouth and she’d gagged on
his cum.

The
guard nudged Sledge. “It tastes even better if the guy drinks pineapple juice.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,
an ex of mine used to love the stuff, drunk loads of it, and he had the best
tasting cum.”

Sledge
screwed up his face. “That’s gross.”

“No,
Ty, it really does work.”

“Don’t
tell me you love to drink pineapple juice or else I’ll punch you.”

Solomon
laughed. “I like you, you’re so innocent.”

“Innocent
my arse, I just prefer pineapple in smoothies, not cum.” Sledge stuck his
tongue out. “Blah.”

Solomon
laughed again, then turned to the door as it opened. Sledge moved to the side,
letting two bloody hot chicks out, their semi-clad tits making his eyes pop.
They smiled up at him, one of them winking. He watched them walk away, the
women looking over their shoulders and waving with their fingers at him. He
smiled and waved back.

“Looks
like those whores want you,” Solomon said.