Wayward Son (21 page)

“A
LL
PACKED
?
All right! Let’s get going!”

The human whirlwind otherwise known as Cory Lassister grabbed Mikey’s backpack in one hand and Mikey by the other. Mikey had been back at Riley’s for all of twenty minutes after class when Cory arrived, informing Mikey that he and Jimmy were taking Mikey to the resort for the weekend. Before Mikey knew what was happening, Cory threw clothes, a swimsuit, and toiletries into his backpack and waved at a smirking Evan and Riley—who was the one to let Cory in—as he tugged Mikey toward the door.

Mikey was caught so off guard that he didn’t even think to protest until they were in the car, and by then it didn’t matter. Cory put Mikey in the front seat and tossed the backpack into the backseat before climbing in beside it.

“It’s forty-five miles to the resort, we got a full tank of gas, a twink riding shotgun, it’s dark… and we’re wearing jock straps,” Jimmy intoned.

“Hit it!” Cory crowed, and Jimmy did, punching the gas and peeling away from the curb a little faster than was probably wise, cackling madly the whole time. Mikey couldn’t help himself; he joined in the laughter. After a minute Jimmy turned on the radio, which blared out Steppenwolf, setting them off into gales of laughter again.

They settled down as they left the city, following a line of red taillights up I-85 to the northeast. Excitement grew in Mikey’s belly through their general chatter as they got closer to the resort. He’d been hearing about it since he moved to Atlanta, and now finally he’d get to see it in person. And with the owner as a guide, no less.

Late-evening traffic was practically nonexistent, so it was only a half hour before Jimmy exited off the interstate and turned north. The change in direction must’ve been a cue because just like that, Cory switched from friendly conversation to full-bore seduction. He slid forward in his seat and wrapped his arms around the seat so he could run his hands over Mikey’s body.

“We’re almost there,” he murmured, “and here’s what we’re gonna do when we get there.” Cory’s voice melted like butter in Mikey’s ear, and Jimmy slid his hand high onto Mikey’s thigh. “We’re gonna get you naked, and then we’re gonna climb into Jimmy’s big ol’ bed. We’re gonna fill you up top and bottom, baby, your pretty mouth and that hungry hole. Gonna fuck you so good you’ll think you died and went straight to heaven.”

Mikey went boneless, his head lolling against the headrest. Jimmy kneaded his leg, brushing against his stiff cock, and Cory brought a hand up to cup his face and turn it back toward him. Mikey struggled to focus on Cory’s face just inches from his.

“We are gonna rock your world,” Cory murmured, and then his mouth closed over Mikey’s.

“Yeah.” Mikey heard Jimmy as if from a distance. “Damn, you two are hot. We gotta get there soon, ’cause I can’t keep watchin’ you kiss him like that and not drive us right off the side of the road.”

He’d moved his hand while he spoke, sliding to the right until it lay over Mikey’s erection. He didn’t stroke or do anything else, but the touch of his warm palm felt like an electric shock. Mikey moaned into Cory’s mouth, his hands wrapping themselves around the edges of his seat as if to keep himself from floating away or sliding to the floor. His body vibrated, already on edge, and if Jimmy decided to press a little harder, he might go up in flames.

Jimmy’s hand went away just then, and Mikey whimpered in protest. Worse, Cory pulled out of their kiss.

“Almost there,” Cory said. “Just a couple of miles, and we’ll get you taken care of. Promise.”

Mikey wriggled in the seat, body begging for some kind of stimulation. He pried his fingers free of the seat and went to press his hand against his crotch, but Cory grabbed his hand before he could get there and lifted it up to kiss his fingers.

“No touching,” Cory told him. “I told you we’ll take care of you. Just relax and let us do all the heavy lifting.”

Mikey tried to take a few deep breaths, tried to look around at the resort as they pulled into the drive, but by the time Jimmy pulled the car to a stop, he gave up. It wasn’t working anyway. Before Mikey could make a move toward getting out of the car, Jimmy was opening his door and leaning in to unfasten his seat belt. He tried to get out, but his legs didn’t want to hold him up.

It didn’t matter. Jimmy took care of that. He pressed Mikey against the side of the car, using his whole body to pin him in place, and took Mikey’s mouth with a deep, all-encompassing kiss. Jimmy ground his hips against Mikey’s, hardness against hardness, and Mikey nearly came in his pants just from that. But Jimmy didn’t let up, holding Mikey’s head in both hands, rubbing their hard cocks together, and then he moved one hand down to yank Mikey’s leg up over his hip, and that was all Mikey could take. He gasped and jerked, cock and body
spasming helplessly, and Jimmy just kept moving, riding
Mikey’s orgasm out with him.

Mikey finally went limp, body wrung out, and before he knew what was happening, Jimmy had moved aside to allow Cory to take his place. Cory kissed him, gentle but deep, before bending to scoop Mikey into his arms. Mikey couldn’t even get up the strength to protest as Cory carried him inside and down a
hallway, Jimmy leading the way. Within a couple of minutes,
they were in a bathroom, and Cory carefully lowered Mikey’s feet to the floor.

“Can you stand up?” he asked. “Just wanna get you cleaned up.”

Mikey nodded and fumbled with the button on his jeans, the clamminess inside his briefs getting uncomfortable. Cory pushed his hands away and made quick work of stripping him, while Jimmy turned on the water in the wide shower beside them. Before Mikey could blink—which admittedly came slowly in his postorgasmic state—the two of them were both naked too, and they were drawing him into the shower stall with them.

Mikey stared at the intricate design in the tile. He ran a finger around the swirling mosaic. “Did you guys do this?”

Cory laughed. “Not me. That was all Mr. Fix-It over here.”

He reached for the chrome-plated dispenser on the wall and pumped out a healthy palmful of body wash, then rubbed his hands together and put them on Mikey’s chest. In moments Mikey had again lost the capacity for speech, but Jimmy answered him in more detail.

“I redid most of the living space when I bought the resort.” He moved in behind Mikey, keeping them away from the spray while Cory washed Mikey clean. “The bathroom was way too small, so I busted out the wall and doubled the size. Not by myself,” he added, running his hands down Mikey’s body behind Cory’s, sluicing away the suds. “I had help, especially for the plumbing and electrical work. But yeah, I did the tiling. That was fun.”

Mikey swayed, still unsteady on his feet—not that having Cory’s and Jimmy’s hands all over him was helping with that matter one bit. He felt loose and relaxed, like he was floating on a soft, fluffy cloud, a little outside himself. Like nothing bad could touch him.

Some small part of him noted that was exactly why they’d come out to the resort in the first place, to make him feel that way, but he didn’t care about the whys and hows. He just let go and let himself enjoy it.

Jimmy moved him again, and Mikey shuffled in the direction he was led, under the showerhead to let the spray wash away the rest of the soap. He tilted his head forward, holding his breath while the water poured over him, and then tossed his head back, sending water flying in all directions. Cory and Jimmy laughed, the sound free and unfettered, and Mikey laughed along with them. How could he not? They made him happy, and he only hoped he could do half as much for them as they’d done for him.

And they kept right on doing it, their hands roaming over his body, Cory kissing his mouth, Jimmy’s tongue on his neck, and even after coming not fifteen minutes earlier, Mikey was already hard again. He moaned and leaned back against Jimmy’s broad chest, letting them touch him anywhere, do whatever they wanted to him. He trusted them not to hurt him.

“Let’s get you outta here before we all turn into giant prunes,” Jimmy murmured. The water cut off, though Mikey wasn’t sure who’d turned it off, and Jimmy led him into motion again, this time out of the shower stall and onto the plush bath mat. Mikey focused his eyes, with effort, to see a soaked Cory standing in front of him wielding a thick white towel.

“Stand still and let me dry you off, honey.” Mikey wondered who was going to dry Cory, but then Jimmy turned him around, and Cory slid the edge of the towel between his asscheeks, and his brain gave up its hold on any thought at all. He let them lead, let them get them all dry and into the bedroom, where they crawled together onto the wide mattress and fell into a pile of tangled limbs.

Mikey lost track of whose hands and lips were whose again. All he knew was that it felt amazing, and he was sinking back into that misty, floaty sensation where nothing outside their bubble could reach him. He tried to concentrate and started to pick out the differences between the two men. Cory’s fingers were smoother, gentler, skimming over his skin like a promise, while Jimmy touched him more firmly, the sensation reaching deep into his muscles.

He opened his eyes just as Jimmy pushed him halfway to sitting and slid in behind him. “Cory’s gonna take care of you,” he said, gliding his hands down Mikey’s arms to grasp his wrists and draw them up over his head, where he tucked them behind Jimmy’s neck in a backward hug. “Just hang on tight and enjoy the ride.”

He lowered his hands to Mikey’s chest, where he started plucking at his nipples, and Mikey gasped at the little pains, then moaned when Cory bent to lick all over his cock like an ice cream cone. Cory sucked the tip and then took him in deep, and Mikey’s brain did that
offline now, TTYL
thing again.

He rode that feeling for what felt like an eternity, coming back into himself only when Cory probed his hole with a slick finger. Mikey moaned and spread his legs wider, begging for more than that teasing touch. Cory obliged, working that finger inside and crooking it at just the right angle to send explosions up and down Mikey’s spine.

Everything blurred after that. Cory added more lube and fingers, and Jimmy slid one hand up to turn Mikey’s head to the side for a messy, delicious kiss. When Cory replaced his fingers with his cock, Mikey groaned deep in his chest and pushed against the intrusion to let him in, just as someone’s hand—Jimmy’s, he thought vaguely—wrapped around his hard-on. A dick in his ass, a hand on his cock, a tongue in his mouth…. Mikey could die happily like that, especially when the men with him were Cory and Jimmy.

He closed his eyes and let them take him wherever they wanted him to go.

“H
EY
THERE
.”

Halfway across the front lobby, headed toward the pool, Mikey turned to find a young man smiling at him from the behind the front desk. His teeth were white against his dark skin. “You must be Mikey,” he said. “I’m Shaun Rogers.”

Oh, so this was Jimmy’s awesome new assistant manager. “Hey. Yeah, Mikey O’Malley.” Mikey resisted the urge to cross his arms over his chest, sliding one hand into the back pocket of his swim trunks instead. Still, he flushed at the thought of what Shaun might be thinking about Mikey’s relationship with Jimmy—and Cory. “Jimmy said you just graduated?”

“Back in December, technically, but yeah. First real job here.” He looked around the small space, deserted at this early hour. “It’s pretty cool. Not too crazy even when we’re booked up. Way easier than pouring drinks for half-drunk crowds all night long. Killed my feet, man.”

Shaun’s laid-back manner helped Mikey relax, and he walked over the few steps to stand on the opposite side of the desk. “I’m just getting started. At school, I mean.”

“Oh?” Shaun stood several inches taller than Mikey, but he folded his arms on top of the desk and leaned in, bringing him closer to Mikey’s level. “What are you studying?”

“Animation.” He laughed. “Well, eventually. Right now it’s core courses—drawing and art history—and I have to do the gen ed stuff starting in the fall.” He screwed up his face. “Not looking forward to that.”

“I know that feeling.” Shaun chuckled and shook his head. “I never could figure out what I wanted to be when I grew up. Took some management classes, some criminal justice, even some psych classes.” He shrugged. “I was never gonna graduate if I kept screwin’ around, so I finally just took a liberal studies major. Only took a year and a half longer than it should have.”

Mikey mirrored Shaun’s position, arms resting on the top of the counter, drawn in by Shaun’s openness and personable demeanor. “Sounds like you’d make a good lawyer,” he said with a smile. “Or a cop, maybe.”

Just like that, Shaun shut down. He took a step back, and Mikey could almost see the walls go up. “Yeah, well, really not my thing.” His attempt at another smile came out as more of a grimace, and Mikey figured it was time to beat a retreat before he blundered in farther.