2-Bound By Law (12 page)

But he wanted to be a part of it more. So he walked into the room and Paulo broke the kiss and stared at him.

“Fuck, Law, I’m…”

“It’s all right.” Law moved forward, stood next to the men who’d started to break apart and stopped that. “Don’t stop. Please.”

Paulo looked half stunned, confused as Law guided Styx’s head back towards his. Styx wasn’t half as confused, began kissing Paulo again until the man gave up worrying and went with it. Maybe it was because Law kept his hand on Paulo’s shoulder. Whispered in his ear, “You look so fucking hot.”

He heard Paulo moan against Styx’s mouth and his cock jumped, because this was the way it needed to be right now. He had atoning to do, and somehow this felt right. He needed Styx, but he couldn’t be with him alone.

He needed Paulo, needed to find a way to forgive him for prying, for discovering things about Law that he’d never wanted anyone else to know, and this was the way. It had never felt this right before.

Paulo tried to pull back a little, but Styx took Paulo in hand again, this time more powerfully so Paulo squirmed then settled into the kiss, especially as Law moved behind him and kissed along the back of his neck. Whispered, “That’s it, baby—give yourself to Styx…to me.”

And then he sank to his knees and pushed Paulo’s thighs apart. Licked a path up Paulo’s thigh and spread Paulo’s ass, began to tongue along his crack, and Paulo trembled like he couldn’t hold himself up.

Styx took the same position as Law in front of Paulo, and Law knew he’d take Paulo’s cock in his mouth, knew the second he did it because both men held fast to Paulo so he wouldn’t drop.

Law redoubled his efforts, spearing his tongue and entering Paulo, heard his cries above him. It was
Law
and
Styx
and
holy fuck
and God, Law wanted to fuck him immediately.

But this was about Paulo now and no one else. And when Paulo came in Styx’s mouth, he let out a yell that seemed to reverberate through the entire cabin, let the orgasm rock his entire body for what seemed an eternity.

When he’d quieted and all Law heard was his riotous breathing, Law carried Paulo out to the bed in front of the fire and the two of them lay on the mattress with Paulo between them.

Styx was at Paulo’s back this time and Law nodded over the man’s shoulder, communicating that this needed to continue…that he wasn’t ready to be with Styx alone yet.

It was all centering on him, and for sure, Paulo didn’t mind being part of their avoidance technique. Unless you were a goddamned idiot, no red-blooded American gay man was going to miss this opportunity.

If he closed his eyes, he could tell Styx’s touch from Law’s. Styx’s was rougher, although both men were especially good in the manhandling department, as evidenced by the way they tied him down by his wrists and ankles so he was on his back, spread and open to them, unable to stop them from doing whatever they wanted to him.

“He likes it rough,” Law murmured, and Styx smiled and Paulo said nothing because he was still partially incoherent from the rimming/blowjob experience.

“Going to relieve some more of that stress,” Styx told him. Paulo tried to argue that he had none but he gave up when Styx sucked a nipple hard between his tongue and teeth, and Law played with the other between his fingers.

He heard the ripping of condom packages and knew what would happen next. Could barely stand to wait for it, either.

And then Styx went down on him, took Paulo’s balls in his mouth and suckled them, used his fingers to apply pressure to his perineum, and that drove him out of his goddamned mind with need and want. Styx knew it, played there while his hand circled Paulo’s cock, which was impossibly hard again, despite the recent orgasm.

And then Styx rose up and entered him without warning, taking a long, slow slide, his piercing adding that extra brush to his gland that nearly drove him into the ceiling as Law watched.

“Yeah, he’s good at that—taking your ass and making it his,” Law told him. “You don’t have a choice in the matter. He can do anything he goddamned pleases—and he will.”

“Law.” The name, moaned out because looking and listening to Law while Styx had his way made Paulo’s need to come again immediate.

“Go ahead—no one’s stopping you,” Law murmured. “But no one’s untying you yet. We need more than two orgasms to bring you back to an even keel.”

Paulo came hard—Styx continued to pump and grind even as the contractions rocked Paulo’s body.

Law was watching Styx now, his face tight with a lust of his own, and when Styx came with a near howl and stilled, Law pushed him off and entered Paulo. The mattress shook as Law gripped Paulo’s hips, and Paulo finally understood the truth behind the term
fucking you blind
, because it was going to happen. His senses went into overload and when he shot between them, Styx moved in to lick the come from his belly and Law plunged into him harder, and there was nothing Paulo could do to make it stop.

And the best part was, he had no desire to do so.

In the aftermath, the scene was very much like it had been the night before when he’d panicked. But this time, he was simply boneless, drained, and he didn’t mind the men fussing over him. Both had washcloths and they toweled him dry before crawling into bed on either side of him.

“Thinking of untying me anytime soon?” Paulo asked finally, when he could actually form words.

“Yeah—and then retying you in a different position,” Styx said, and the man was one hundred percent serious. Paulo supposed that’s what he got for asking.

Chapter Nine

Law did untie Paulo then, rubbed his arms to bring the circulation back into them. Styx did the same thing with Paulo’s legs, and Law did have plans to strap Paulo back to the bed and take him again. And again.

But first, there was still some making up he needed to do. He lay back against the pillow and Paulo turned to him, burying his face against Law’s shoulder. Styx watched the two of them, jerked his head toward the bedroom, asking silently if Law wanted him to leave.

Fuck, he didn’t. He shook his head, and Paulo lifted his and looked between the men. Law sat up against the back of the couch that served as a headboard for the pull-out bed, wanting all the heaviness to just leave his heart.

There was so much he needed to put behind him, to forgive, that if he didn’t start he would break from bitterness.

How often did anyone get second chances like this?

“I know what you read in my file,” he started. “But I need to tell you about it.”

Paulo just nodded, and Law knew the younger man would never make him, but Styx probably would. And Styx would’ve been right. Talking it through to both men seemed so right. And despite all the other shit falling down around their heads, tonight there was nothing more to do but put some ghosts to rest.

“I had an older brother,” he started, glanced at Paulo, who’d sat up facing him. Styx moved in closer, like their proximity would keep him from breaking down—and maybe it would. “He wasn’t much older than me and we weren’t really close, but if I didn’t have him growing up, I probably wouldn’t have survived the abuse. Because it was hell. There were days I just wanted to die. Prayed for it, and probably would’ve done it, but I wouldn’t leave my brother like that.”

Even though he and his brother had been mostly adversarial, when it came to the beatings, they never sold one another out. A completely dysfunctional relationship, and Law was sure it couldn’t have been any different, considering the circumstances. “I knew early on that my preference was for men and my brother couldn’t understand that. I guess he thought it might make him gay by association, but I was grateful he let me tell him.”

“The file says you guys were moved to foster care,” Paulo said quietly. “How did the system fail you so badly?”

Had it? Looking back, Law supposed it did, but back then, what he’d always known was the only thing he’d been comfortable with, even though he knew it wasn’t normal. “We were taken away twice, but those places were as bad as home. It’s why I started working at Greg’s to begin with. I needed money if I was going to get out and escape foster care, and Greg hired me even though I was young. Paid me cash. My brother didn’t want to work with fags, as he so eloquently referred to me, but he put in his time bussing at a diner. Our grades sucked because we barely made it in, but it wasn’t like anyone at home cared. After a while, our parents didn’t notice that we’d unplugged the phone from the wall. They were too busy drinking and taking their anger out on us.”

Law rubbed his hip, remembering the day his father burned him with the cigarettes while Law stood there, too goddamned stubborn to cry out and give his father that satisfaction. “In the end, it was daily. Greg knew. It was impossible to hide. The broken collarbone…Greg was the one who took me to the ER. Paid cash for the visit. For a while, my father tried to hit us where no one would see, but he stopped caring. We just hung around a few days too long. We had bus tickets out of the city. We had cash. We were packed.”

Law could still see his brother’s suitcase if he thought about it hard enough—it was sitting next to the window, ready for them to head out the window and down the fire escape.

He wasn’t sure if he could get the next words out, but it was the missing piece of the puzzle Paulo didn’t know.

“The file listed your brother as a runaway. What happened to him?” Paulo asked, and that gave Law the push he needed.

“My father killed him. I don’t think he meant to go that far—not at that moment—but he pushed Jason down the stairs and by the time he hit the bottom, he was dead.”

He could close his eyes and still see the odd angle of his brother’s head, the opened eyes that held a surprised, scared look. The screams of his mother…not because she’d lost her son, but because she feared she’d go to jail. “I left that night. I don’t know where he’s buried. The police never found him—the school reported us both missing and as far as I know, they assumed we were just runaways. I would’ve turned him in—maybe I should have. When I was old enough to think about telling the police everything, I discovered that both my parents were dead, and there was never any justice anyway.”

And there it was, his famous past, laid out for both men to see. He was sure the pain of it was etched on his face and his body felt tight from holding everything together.

When Paulo spoke, there wasn’t a trace of pity. “I wanted to find out why you were always in pain in the morning…or when it was damp out.” He touched Law’s hip, and Law jerked away, ashamed of the burns that were still there.

“I knew I didn’t want to get close to you,” he muttered.

“Because I’d see everything. Expose you.” Paulo pulled him back and Law finally met his eyes. “I love what I see. I just hate that you had to suffer through what you did to make it here. I wish I could wave a wand and erase it or at least get rid of the memories, but I can’t. I hate that you went through it. But you wouldn’t be who I love if that hadn’t happened. Should I wish that away?”

“No,” Law said, the word spilling out without thought. It was all about feelings now, and it had never quite been like this for him, and the word love came so naturally, so unabashedly from Paulo that it moved him more than he’d thought possible. He let both men move closer to him. With their bodies on either side of him, he felt warm and safe. “I made it out.”

“You paid a hell of a price,” Styx told him.

“I’ve had more good years than bad,” Law said.

“Fuck, Law, no one should have had any years like that.” Paulo rubbed the back of Law’s neck. “You didn’t deserve that shit.”

Styx buried his head against Law’s shoulder and Law bowed his head. “What do either of you see in me?”

Styx’s head shot up and he took Law by the chin. “I see everything, Law. Goddamn it, you are fucking everything to me.”

He leaned in and kissed Law on the forehead and then touched his forehead to Law’s. Paulo kept his hand on the back of the man’s neck, whispered. “You’re the best.”

After a long moment, Law turned his attention back to Paulo. “I’m sorry I was a prick.”

“Fuck, I—”

“Don’t want to talk more about it now. Right now, I want to fuck you while Styx fucks me. I need that.”

“I need that too,” Paulo whispered, and that was all Law wanted to hear. He bent to kiss Paulo’s shoulder and then the man’s lips softly.

“You’re going to be sore as hell,” Law told him.

“Don’t care—worth it,” Paulo urged him, and then Paulo gasped in surprise and bucked against Law. Styx had a small smile on his face and his hand was on Paulo’s ass, fingering him, preparing him for Law.

He knew Styx was being gentle, could tell by the look of pleasure and not pain on Paulo’s face. And Law knew he would have to move closer to Styx, to surrender to him this time, and it scared the shit out of him. Paulo seemed to understand, was caressing Law’s shoulders, sucking his nipples, waiting patiently for Law to make the first move even as he undulated from Styx’s machinations.

Law finally tried to push Paulo to his stomach, but the younger man shook his head as Styx shifted to let things begin.

“Want to watch,” Paulo said, and Law nodded and started kissing him, forgetting everything else but the pleasure he felt.

But it wasn’t easy. He tensed when Styx touched him and then Styx moved to leave the two of them. But Paulo stopped him by grabbing his wrist and tugging him back.

“This needs to happen,” Paulo told Law, and Law nodded. “Good. Let us make this up to you.”

He opened his mouth to tell them it wasn’t necessary…but fuck it, on some level, it was. And while Paulo kept him steady, Styx came up behind him and kissed him along his shoulders. Held him in place. Ordered him to, “fuck Paulo now”, and that seemed the best idea possible.

Styx had already lubed Paulo, but now he reached around and slicked Law’s cock. At the touch, Law let his head fall back against Styx, and Styx murmured something to him that he couldn’t quite make out, but it made him smile anyway. Maybe it was
baby
or
love you
or a combination of both, said in that special growl that warmed him.