"Ken." Bay's hands slid over his arms, his twin pushing up against his back. "Rick's a good guy. He and Simon need to work some things out." God, Bay was
such
an optimist.
The water started in the bathroom and they all stared at each other, silent.
Bay moved passed him and reached out for Rick. "Go talk to him? He needs you, Rick. You need him, too."
The asshole stroked Bay's arm like he had a fucking right to touch. "When'd you get smart, lovely one?"
Ken went over and jerked Bay away from Rick. "Get off him, he's not available either."
"Ken!"
"Look, kid. I'm not trying to fuck with you. I just... this is complicated, huh? And me and O'Neal, we have to fix it between us."
Bay pressed up against him, sexy and sweet. "Come on, Kenny. Let them work it out." He got a quiet smile. "Take me to bed, Kenny -- I'm tired."
He frowned. "Still?"
"It's been a long time, Kenny. Weeks. I've missed you." Bay's hands moved over his face, stroking him. "So bad."
He knew Bay didn't sleep well without him and the fucking pills... he hated them almost as much as Bay did, but the seizures scared them both.
"Okay. Okay, Bay." He glared at Rick for good measure, and then dragged Bay back to the bedroom, switching gears fairly easily.
Bay giggled and they hit the bed together, bodies rubbing. Bay pushed in close, humming for him, holding on tight. "You're here. Did you know we might be here in the boonies for a
year
?"
"What?" He sat up, staring down at Bay. "A year?" "Dad's told everyone we're dead."
He gaped at Bay. "The fucker!"
"I think it's to keep the killers away, Ken."
"Oh." He thought about that a moment. "Yeah, okay. I guess that makes sense. Figures the old man would find a way to get rid of us, though, huh?"
Bay sat up with him, arms wrapping around him. "We got each other."
"Yeah, we do." God, he loved Bay. He turned and pounced
his twin. "And if we're stuck here for a year, so are our bodyguards and Simon? He's a real good fuck."
"I think we're going to have let them... get together first, you know?" God, Bay was such a dork.
"Your ass is gonna get sore if we have to wait for Rick to get that stick out of his."
"He's sweet. He's just... stupid in love with Simon."
"You like him a lot." He pouted. Bay didn't usually like other people like that unless he liked them first.
"I do. You like Simon."
"Yeah, he's a stud." He smiled and slid against Bay, their cocks rubbing in all the best ways. "Come on, let's make like bunnies."
Bay chuckled, arms wrapping around him, squeezing him tight. "Missed you. So damn bad."
"Me, too." He covered Bay's mouth, humping hard against his twin.
Bay's hands wrapped around his hips, encouraging him to move faster, harder, letting him know Bay wanted him, too. Everything else kind of disappeared as he rubbed off with Bay. It didn't matter -- not Dad or Simon or Rick. Nothing but the happy little sounds in his ear, the way Bay needed him, loved him.
His scraped his thumbnails across Bay's nipples.
"Kenny." He smiled at the gasp, nodded. He pressed down harder, grinding against his brother.
Bay pushed a hand down between them, grabbing their cocks and working them hard.
"Bay!" He cried out, eyes and mouth wide as he looked down at Bay. He cried out again, coming hard.
"Love." He got a blissful smile, Bay coming close on his heels, adding to his heat.
"Yeah." Nobody could make Bay look like that. No one. Just him.
He collapsed onto Bay, touching his twin all over.
"Missed you. So glad you're here." Bay sounded perfectly happy with the world.
"Yeah, me, too." He snuggled in, tugging the covers up over them. "Not gonna make it a year, though, Bay. I need to go out -- party."
"We can go out here, right?"
"You think our prison guards will let us?" Oh, prison guards... that could be a lot of fun. Simon might even go for it. Rick would have to be the warden, though.
Bay chuckled. "I think we could have picnics. I think we could have snowball fights."
"Snowball fights? Picnics? God. You're just like Mom..." He kissed Bay suddenly.
He could feel the way that that made Bay smile, hold on tight.
Burying his neck in Bay's throat, he whispered. "Love you."
"I know. Sleep, huh? You and me? Sleep." "Okay, Bay." He could do that for Bay.
In fact, it had been awhile since it had been just the two of them, and he thought maybe he could do that for himself, too.
With his legs tangled around Bay's, and their arms around each other, they merged together as best they could and he relaxed in the best place to be he knew.
Chapter Eleven
Rick made a quick sweep of the perimeter. Quick, but thorough; he wasn't going to have anything happen to the primaries because he and Simon had their heads up their asses. They were solid, though. He imagined they could stay here years if they had to keep the boys on ice that long.
Not that they wouldn't all kill each other if they had to live together that long. He barked out a laugh, bitter and twisted.
The bathroom door was still locked when he got in and he set himself up leaning against the wall opposite it. He could wait as long as he had to. It took another half hour, but Simon came out eventually, hair wet, jeans hanging on that amazing body. Simon looked like a fallen angel.
Now that the man was in front of him, he didn't have a damn clue what to say. "Hey."
"Hey." Simon's eyes looked bruised. "I told the boys I'd make pancakes for them."
"The boys are good. You and me... we need to talk." "Okay. Here or..."
"The kitchen." It was neutral territory.
"Lead the way." Simon reached back into the bathroom, came back with a shirt and tugged it on.
Rick made his way to the kitchen, hyper-aware of Simon following him. Fuck, what a mess.
Simon went to the coffeemaker, poured out two cups, the motion easy, simple. The kitchen was bright, almost mockingly so as he took the offered cup and sat at the little table, looking down into the black liquid.
Simon sat, stared at him. "So, is this the 'this was all a terrible mistake' talk, the 'don't think anything's changed' talk or the 'get your ass back out into the barn' talk?"
"Are those my only choices?" He could tell the stubborn son of a bitch wasn't going to make this easy, not for a second.
"No. No. There's the 'I love you and I want you back' choice, but you never liked that one."
"No. You were never ready to hear that one." He'd never been enough, not after Simon's twin had died. He'd fucking tried.
"Okay, fine. It's all my fault. You were a fucking saint. I was a weak bastard. I get it. You've made me pay. I'll be paying for the rest of my life." The words were dead, empty, not even angry.
"I made you, pay? What the hell, Simon? You pushed me away, and you kept pushing. You made it clear I wasn't good enough to help."
"Help with what, babe? He died, he died because of me, and nobody can fix that."
"Help with the grieving. With dealing with it. All you did was push me away. Over and over." It had hurt, seeing
Simon being torn apart and not being able to do a damn thing about it.
"I'm not going to be able to deal with it any better than I have. I stopped drinking. I stopped fucking up. I did my best."
"Looks like you've done really well, actually." Without him. He didn't say the words, but they hung there. He could feel them in his throat.
"I wanted to be enough to have you love me again." Simon stood up, dumped his coffee out. "And on that particularly pathetic note, I'm going to head to the barn. There's room for me there, and I'll keep watch on the entrances."
"So that's it? You're telling me 'fuck you' and taking off again?" He stood and went over, turning Simon and glaring. "What is it that makes you hate me so much?
Because I didn't die instead of him? Is that it? Would that make you happy?"
"God, no. No. It should have been me." Simon grabbed his arms, shook him hard. "Hate you. I begged for you to come back, you asshole! I got on my fucking knees and begged you! I would give anything for it to have been me instead."
"Don't say that! I'm glad it wasn't. I know that makes me a monster, but I'm glad it wasn't you. Do you know what it was like, looking at his body and seeing you?" That sick feeling was back in his belly at the memory.
"No. No, I don't. All I could think was that he was gone. He'd been half of me my whole life and he was dead and I'd never be complete again."
"And you tried to drink yourself to death. I know, babe. I was
there
. And I couldn't keep watching you as you slowly killed yourself." Rick took a shaky breath. "That day you begged me there was alcohol on your breath and I couldn't do it. I couldn't come back and watch you drown."
Simon nodded. "I know. And I can't fix any more. I can't be a better man than I am. So here we are. I still love you. You still think I'm fucked up beyond redemption and we've got the twins to watch."
"No. No, I don't still think you're fucked up beyond redemption. You don't listen worth a damn, but I can see you're not fucked up like you were." He wanted to shake Simon until the man saw he was trying to hold out an olive branch here.
"Then what do you want, Rick? What the
fuck
do you need from me?"
"Where the hell were you this morning? I fucking need you." He grabbed Simon's shirt and pulled him in, kissing the man hard.
Simon groaned, pulling back for a second and then slamming back into him, kissing him back like the world depended on it. He held on tight to Simon's shirt, refusing to let go as he opened up and let Simon in.
Simon's hands cradled his head, tilting him, pushing the kiss deeper, that tongue fucking his mouth like his life depended on it. His knuckles were aching he was holding Simon's shirt so tightly. Nothing else ever was like kissing Simon.
He could feel Simon shuddering against him, soft, sobbing moans sliding into his mouth. He pushed Simon up against the counter, sliding them together. He could feel that thick, heavy need against his thigh, that hard cock needing him, needing this.
"Missed this," he managed to mutter as they broke for a quick breath.
"I'm right here." Simon took his mouth again, the need crashing all around him.
Yeah, Simon was. And so was he. He tugged Simon's shirt open, a button popping off and hitting the floor with a small ping.
"Bedroom?" Simon's eyes were burning into him, searching his.
"Yeah. The small one." Bay and Ken were in the main room and he wasn't ready to have to deal with either of them yet. What was going on with him and Simon right now: it was too fresh, too raw. It was... he didn't know what it was, which meant it had to be just them.
"Okay." Simon checked the kitchen door, making sure it was locked. "Come on."
He watched Simon moving, his body thrumming with anticipation. He knew they still had things to sort out, but he was hard enough and wanted Simon badly enough he was more than willing to let it wait until after.
He followed Simon into the second bedroom.
Simon sat on the edge of the bed, staring at him, hands on his hips, keeping them separated. "I have to know, is this just right now? Or is this something you want more of?"
"I'm not using you, Simon. I want
you
. I want more of you."
"You're sure?"