Saying Goodbye (21 page)

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Steve stood with a towel around his hips, shaving with Alex’s razor and cream. He splashed his face and stared at his eyes in the mirror.

Well, Mark was not here. Did Mark go to London?

Steve doubted it. Leslie Richfield gave Mark nothing but grief. Why had he and Jack come
to see Alex
?

Steve glanced at Alex’s toiletries, his brush
and
his deodorant.

This is wrong. This is so fucking wrong
.

Steve exited the bathroom to get dressed to leave, when he found Alex completely naked, on top of
a fully clothed
Jack, kissing him.

“Jesus, Larsen!” Steve yelled at them.

Alex and Jack parted lips and caught their breath, looking back at Steve.

“I have to get out of here.” Steve
held the towel around his hips and went for his bag to get fresh clothing. “I can’t believe I came here
when
I
don’t know where your father is.
”

Alex slid off the bed and advanced on Steve.

Steve glanced up and realized Alex’s cock was swollen in excitement, pointing directly at him. “No. No way.” Steve dropped the towel and stepped into his briefs, feeling like an idiot.

Alex caressed Steve’s
body
, running his hands down Steve’s treasure trail. “You want to fuck me, Steven?”

Steve shivered and did a stupid thing. He looked at Alex.

Alex’s green eyes were shimmering in the flattering light, his lips were glistening from Jack’s kiss and slightly red from Jack’s rough beard growth.

Alex’s body was Mark’s
carbon
copy, only more slender, and Alex did not need to wax. His chest was smooth and his pubic bush
,
black. Steve’s breathing began to escalate in his chest.

Jack watched. Steve could see him behind Alex.

Alex kissed his way up Steve
’s neck, to his chin
.

Tingles, rushes of pleasure ran through Steve in every direction.

Alex cupped Steve’s jaw and went for Steve’s mouth, running his tongue around it teasingly. Alex met Steve’s eyes and said, “Let me just
…
get ready.” He sauntered off, batting his lashes at Steve as he closed himself into the bathroom.

Steve gulped and stood still. “Holy-fucking-shit.”

“I know. Right?” Jack laughed and stood off the bed, tossing the throw pillows on the floor and turning down the spread.

“We can’t do this.” Steve touched his hard-on through his briefs.

“We can.” Jack pulled his shirt over his head and sniffed his pits. “Alex said he liked the way I smelled.”

“Jack, Mark’s not here. Why are we here?”

“I’m here to screw that nymph.” Jack took off his pants.

“Really? Jack? Come on.” Steve was sick, tired and confused.

Once he was naked, Jack approached Steve. “Mark and Billy fucked. You get that, Miller?”

Steve did and made a noise of agony in his throat. “And if Mark was home, or here
…
or with Adam, I may be able to do this.”

Jack pointed at the bathroom door. “Did you see him?”

“Jack.” Steve put his hand on
Jack
’s chest. “Everyone may be able to handle this act
…
except Mark.”

“I am sick of living my life for Mark!” Jack yelled,
and
then appeared to calm d
own. “I waited years for Mark
to fuck me.”

Steve could see the fury in Jack. As if all the old wounds were open
or
never healed.

“I begged him.” Jack lowered his voice to a whisper. “That cock
-
tease
r
used to kiss me, touch me,
but
never let me near him.” Jack glanced back at the bathroom door. “Now? Now Billy Sharpe has fucked our man? And? You’re fine? You don’t think it
’
s screwed up that the bully of the LAPD has had both father and son
…
and we
haven’t
?”

Steve blinked in shock. “Is that how you see this?”

“Yes!” Jack tried to calm down again. “Billy going to see Dawson I get. But you? You went because you are in love with that
sex kitten
.” Jack pointed at the bathroom. “You and I both want to fuck the shit out of him. Don’t deny it.”

Steve rubbed his face in agony. “I can’t think straight. I can’t. I know whatever happens
here
I will live to regret it.” Steve grabbed Jack’s shoulders. “Mark is the love of my life, not Alex!”

At that moment the bathroom door opened.

Steve and Jack spun around to look.

Alex, his hair full and wild, his eyes painted, his skin gleaming, posed like a photo out of a gay sex magazine.

“Oh fuck.” Steve gulped down a dry throat.

Alex tossed a bottle of lubrication on the bed. “You’ll need this. But we’re going bareback.”

Jack reached for Steve’s arm and squeezed it, his gaze still on Alex.

Alex, the predatory cat, moved like a fashion model.
H
e stood before the two men, touching their chests. “I like it rough. You studs up for it?”

Jack whimpered and Steve felt his skin go red hot.

Alex licked his way up Jack’s muscular chest and moaned, then turned towards Steve.

Steve felt weak in the knees.

Alex gave him a look that could make Steve come and Steve could see the guy-liner painted on Alex’s eyes. Alex, his gaze never leaving Steve’s, ran his tongue up Steve’s chest over his nipple.

“Oh, my God.” Steve quivered and held onto Jack to stop from falling over.

Alex dropped to his knees.

Steve closed his eyes to steady himself as Jack gripped Steve’s upper arm, as if he too was about to fall over.

Alex tugged Steve’s briefs to the floor and held both their cocks, sucking one, then the other,
and
then both.

“Oh fuck
…
oh, fuck…” Steve knew this had to be a dream. He would wake up. It would all be some surreal fantasy. Maybe he had too much to drink at the estate and he was still there, all of them had partied too much.

A low masculine groan came from Jack and Steve peeked down.

Alex was holding Steve’s cock, manipulating it expertly as he lapped under Jack’s dick to his balls.

Just as Steve imagined he was going to come, Alex stood, looking over his shoulder like a sex god, and lay down on the bed. He spread his legs, touched himself and said, “Who’s going to fist me first?”

Jack made a noise in his throat and tightened his hold on Steve’s arm.

“Larsen…”

“What, Miller?”

“Is this real?”

“As real as it gets, buddy.” Jack made the move first, climbing on the bed.

Alex tossed him the bottle of lube. “Don’t be timid. I’m not Dad.”

Steve trembled as he watched Jack crouch down between Alex’s legs and burrow in
, face first
.

Alex gazed at Steve and craned his finger.

Steve moved towards the bed. When he was beside it, Alex
pointed to his mouth. “I want your dick
here.”

Jack devoured Alex’s cock and balls, pushing Alex’s legs back so he could lap at Alex’s rim.

Steve was in awe, watching Jack enjoy Alex as if this was all right, normal.

Jack closed his eyes and came up for air. “Oh fuck. I can come just from eating your fucking hole.”

“Jackie-blue…” Alex laughed at the compliment. “Let Steve take his turn.”

Jack took a moment before he moved, touching himself, pinching the tip of his own cock. Alex drew Jack up to his mouth, kissing him.

Steve stared at Alex’s crotch. Jack reached for it, cupping Alex’s balls and massaging them.

Drawn to the act, Steve knelt on the bed, witnessing Jack enjoying this treat with abandon. Steve watched the way Alex moved as Jack caressed between his legs. When that tiny pink puckered rim came into view, Steve pushed Alex’s legs farther apart and
dove
in. He inhaled the soap and cologne scent from Alex and felt his cock pulsate. Steve drew one of Alex’s balls into his mouth and Jack released his contact with Alex’s genitals to allow Steve his turn. Steve ran his mouth from Alex’s balls to his cock, up the length to the head. This was not Mark. Alex’s cock was more slender, and the scent and taste were completely different.

Steve sucked on the head and felt Alex reaching for his hand. When Alex had a grip on it, he moved it between his legs. Against Jack’s lips, Alex said to Steve, “Fist me.”

Steve closed his eyes and felt his cock throb strongly from the comment.

Jack sat up, handing Steve the bottle of lube.

Alex grinned wickedly. “Grrr. I like it rough.”

Steve looked at Jack. Jack shrugged. “You man enough, Miller?”

“Oh
,
he is, Jackie…” Alex arched his back and then spread his knees.

Steve couldn’t catch his breath. He wondered after
having sex with
Alex, if there was any going back. Alex was not Mark. He was not shy, not closing his legs, not embarrassed by his endowment or his libido. Alexander Richfield wanted to be fucked.

Steve used the lubrication on his right hand. He pushed his fingertips into Alex.

“Oh, Steven, Steven
…
you’re going to have to do better than that.” Alex writhed on the bed and Jack grabbed Alex’s cock and ran his hand over it.

Steve caught Jack watching, salivating over the chance to do it.
Steve
used more lube and pushed deeper.

“Ah! Yes. More!” Alex grabbed at Jack and dragged him to his mouth.

Steve inched his hand inside Alex and Alex began bucking, lowering himself and making sure Steve was not timid, not holding back. He fucked Steve’s hand.

Steve blinked in shock at how much
of
his hand
Alex wanted inside him. They had played with dildos with Mark, toyed with anal plugs that they got from Colt, but this?

Alex broke the kiss and yelled, “Harder! Deeper! Fuck me, Miller! Fuck me!”

“Jesus Christ!” Steve thought he was.

“Jackie!” Alex panted. “Jackie, show Steve!”

Jack crawled lower on the bed. Steve removed his hand from Alex and wiped the lubrication from the contact on his leg as Jack squeezed the bottle inside Alex’s ass.

Alex moaned and reached for Steve. “Get the fuck up here.”

Steve wanted to see what Jack would do first.

Jack thrust his hand deep inside Alex, without hesitation and Alex howled and arched his back. “Yes! Jackie! Oh yes!”

Steve gasped and watched Jack move up to his wrist inside Alex, twisting and thrusting.

Alex gripped the bed and threw back his head, fucking Jack’s hand, meeting Jack’s thrusts with his own.

Steve gap
ed
in awe. Alex’s cock became nearly crimson and dripped pre-cum
so
much it
began coating his treasure trail.

Jack worked up a sweat, drops ran down his temples and nose. Steve’s cock and Jack’s cock were thick and wagging at the sight of Alex taking it so deep.

“Ah! Jackie! Ah!”

Steve dove on Alex’s cock and sucked it as cum shot out in pulsating blasts into his mouth. He swallowed Alex’s spunk and his own dick began leaking pre-cum like he never remembered it before.

“Ah! Fuck! Ah! Yes!” Alex tore at the bedspread and blankets under him,
as his climax seemed to continue for a crazy length of time.

The pulsating lessened from Alex’s cock and Steve drew back, catching his breath. Before he and Jack had even had the chance to react, Alex pinned Steve to the bed, face up, pushing Steve’s cock inside him
from behind
, and yanked Jack down, maneuvering Jack’s dick in with Steve’s.

“Fuck me! Fuck me!” Alex gripped them both, making Jack do the work as Steve lay under them both in shock.

The friction from Jack fucking Alex was making Steve go wild. He felt Alex’s long hair on his jaw, his neck, as Alex forced Jack to fuck harder, faster.

“Oh fuck! Oh, God!” Jack yelled and Steve knew Jack was coming. Steve took one look at the ecstasy on Jack’s face as he came and the climax hit Steve. He couldn’t even move, or gasp. His groin shuddered and the pleasure ripped through him from his ass to his fingertips. Steve heard Jack cough and grunt and Alex moaning, whimpering as Steve’s cock throbbed and rubbed against Jack’s inside Alex’s body.

Alex went limp on top of Steve, panting, coated in sweat.