Lush in Lace (12 page)

“Bikers like it rough.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” he hissed
excitedly, winking at his husband before shucking his jeans and
underwear and heading out the door leading to the garage…

****

-
Scott
-

There were a lot more people at Rylan’s place
than I’d expected. There were people from Jamie and BJ’s work,
clients of Rylan’s, friends, and a few family members. I looked
around desperately, hoping to get my first glimpse of Rylan in over
a week, but he was nowhere to be found.

Relax
, I soothed myself. He had to be
here somewhere. It was his event after all. He’d agreed to take all
of BJ and Jamie’s wedding photos and edit them into a kick-ass
video as part of his wedding present to the grooms.

At least fifty people had been invited to
Rylan’s small town house for The Premier (as Jamie called it).
Luckily, since I was BJ’s best man, I was on the guest list
regardless of whether or not Rylan actually wanted me there.

I looked around the room again nervously but
still couldn’t find the man who’d occupied all of my thoughts and
dreams for the last week.

I’d prepared the conversation I intended to
have with Rylan over a million times in my head. He wouldn’t take
my calls or texts, but I wasn’t giving up. He needed to know he was
wrong. What we had together was so much more than just sex. Not
that I did a good job of explaining that to him at the time. I was
in shock. I’d just had my first gay experience, but I still didn’t
feel gay. Then our brothers showed up, and I panicked. I’d give
anything to go back and change what happened that morning, but I
couldn’t. All I could do now was apologize, admit that I acted like
an asshole, and beg Rylan to give me a second chance. I only hoped
he’d stay put long enough to hear me out.

After another half an hour I finally caught a
glimpse of Rylan’s soft, silky hair as he moved through the crowd,
offering up drinks and snacks. He still hadn’t seen me, and all of
a sudden I was scared shitless at the thought of moving from my
seat in his overstuffed armchair. It was probably for the best. I’d
wait until I could get a moment alone with him to talk. We didn’t
need an audience. It was bad enough having to explain my feelings
to BJ during the last week.

When the video cued up, all the guests
crowded into the small living room space. Rylan stood back, leaning
against the doorway, watching from a far. Maybe it was my
imagination, since I forced my eyes to remain glued to the enormous
flat screen, but I thought I could feel Rylan watching me. The
video was incredible. It only solidified how creative and talented
Rylan was. The pictures themselves were beautiful, and it was
enough to make me reconsider my opinion on vacationing in
Amsterdam.

After it was done a few of the older crowd
left, and Rylan once again went AWOL. It wasn’t until the night was
nearing to a close that I managed to locate him. I followed Rylan
into the kitchen, not at all expecting to find a thin, dainty,
little redheaded man practically climbing on top of Rylan’s back as
Rylan bent down to grab a few beers from the fridge.

“Please? A quick ride?” I heard the small man
purr close to Rylan’s ear.

I wanted to storm over there and rip the
ginger’s arms off. Instead I cleared my throat, causing both men to
jump in surprise.

“Am I interrupting something?” I asked
coldly, my arms folded across my chest.

For a moment the redhead looked me up and
down, as if assessing whether or not I was a threat. When he seemed
to conclude I wasn’t, he spoke. “I was trying to get our sexy host
here to take me for a ride,” he whispered loudly then winked at
me.

“Is that so?” I asked coldly, my eyes
shifting to Rylan.

He didn’t even have the decency to look
guilty, which only served to piss me off.

“Oh yes. Have you seen the big, powerful
machine he has in his garage?” the man added.

I wasn’t sure if he was talking about Rylan’s
cock or his car, but it didn’t matter. “I’ll admit I’ve had the
pleasure.”

“You have?” The man was clearly surprised by
my answer.

“Sorry to disappoint you, but Rylan no longer
gives rides to anyone but me. Isn’t that right, Squeaker?” I
declared angrily, not anticipating him to argue.

“Really? That’s news to me, Lush,” Rylan bit
back.

The redhead looked relieved. He brazenly
pressed himself against Rylan’s side and wound his hand around
Rylan’s arm.

Again, I wanted to fucking rip it off.

However, I decided a warning might be
sufficient. “You might want to move your hand,” I growled at the
man.

“Rylan?” he pouted, looking up at Rylan for
guidance.

“I’d do as he says, honey,” he replied.

“Are you two together?” the redhead asked,
noticing the hostile stares between me and Rylan.

“No.”

“Yes,” I answered at the same time as Rylan’s
denial.

His eyes nearly bulged out of his head at my
reply. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to say anything more before BJ
called Rylan to help start the video again.

That meant I was left alone in the kitchen
with Handsy. I grabbed one of the beers Rylan left on the counter
and took a long swig of the foul tasting brew, before turning my
attention back to the man.

He looked small and definitely terrified
without Rylan’s presence. I slowly stalked toward him, grateful in
that moment for my imposing size. It meant I wouldn’t actually have
to lay a finger on him. It was enough for me to gently remind the
man of how expensive plastic surgery could be for a broken nose. I
also made a point to enlighten him on the woes of eating solid food
through a straw for weeks after suffering a broken jaw.

My shared medical knowledge seemed to do the
trick. The little man couldn’t leave the party fast enough after
that. Sadly, our chat wasn’t nearly as satisfying as knocking him
out cold, but it’d had the desired effect. I downed the rest of the
domestic ale and reached for another as I contemplated my next
move.

****

-Rylan-

“Care to tell me why my brother, who’s never
had a drop of alcohol in his life, is three sheets to the wind on
your back porch?” BJ asked, clearly agitated.

“He’s a dumb-ass?” I offered in response even
though BJ’s words shocked me. Everyone knew that Scott never
drank—ever.

“He’s the dumb-ass?” BJ growled. “Are you
fucking serious?”

“Hey, I thought we weren’t going to get
involved?” Jamie asked, stepping between his brother and his
husband, ready to referee if necessary.

“My brother is drunk!” BJ whined.

Jamie nodded in understanding, rubbing BJ’s
shoulder in a comforting gesture.

I knew something had to be really wrong for
Scott to be drinking. We all did, but I wasn’t ready to admit my
role in his actions just yet.

“Why can’t you give the guy a break, Ry?”
Jamie pleaded on behalf of his husband.

Thankfully, BJ had stepped away, choosing to
focus his attention on tidying up the room rather than arguing with
me. “It’s been a rough week for Scott,” Jamie added when I didn’t
reply fast enough.

“You guys think this is my fault?” I asked
incredulously.

The look they gave me was obvious as they
began throwing out discarded paper plates and cups from the coffee
table

“Ever wonder why you’re the only person Scott
argues with? Or why he’s always on the defensive around you? Always
goading you?”

“Because he’s a dick and he hates me?” I
offered. I knew that wasn’t true. It was more likely Scott hated
the way I made him feel, but there was a fine line between love and
hate.

“Remind me again why people think you’re so
smart?” BJ asked sarcastically.

I made sure he could see me flipping him the
bird in his peripheral vision as he rearranged the throw pillows on
the couch.

“He doesn’t hate you, Rylan. Scott only acts
tough around you because he’s afraid of letting you get too close.
He’s afraid of what that means.”

“If you’re trying to make me feel better,
it’s not working.”

BJ ran a frustrated hand down his face. “I’m
not good at this shit. Jamie?” he huffed, motioning toward his
husband for help.

“I don’t know what’s going on between you
two, little brother,” Jamie began. “But I see the way Scott looks
at you. It’s the same way BJ used to look at me before he mustered
up the courage to ask me out. I know that look. It’s fear,
confusion, and desire all wrapped up in one. I may not know Scott
as well as BJ, but my guess is he’s in love with you, Ry.”

I shook my head violently, unwilling to
believe Jamie’s words.

“I agree,” BJ added seriously. “But you’ve
got to understand, Scott doesn’t know how to be in love with a man.
We’ve been in this game a lot longer than he has. He’s still
finding his way, but that doesn’t mean you should give up on him,
especially if you care.”

“He said he was embarrassed to be with me,” I
confessed. It still hurt to admit how deeply Scott’s words had
wounded me.

“Fuck,” BJ hissed then added. “Did he really
say that?”

I nodded.

“Have you given him a chance to explain,
Rylan? Because I’m pretty sure Scott regrets his reaction that
morning. Plus, my brother’s confused about his feelings, so of
course he’d be embarrassed.”

I shrugged, not sure I believed BJ’s words
though I wanted to.

“He needs time. If he means anything to you,
you can’t rush this, Rylan.”

“I’m in love with him,” I admitted softly. It
was the first time I’d ever admitted that out loud to anyone other
than Jamie, and it felt good.

BJ turned his head toward me and smiled. “I
was hoping you’d say that.”

“You’re not mad?” I asked, surprised. “I’ve
been kind of a dick to your brother for a long time.”

“All I want is for Scott to be happy,” BJ
replied. “I honestly believe you’re the person who can make that
happen, Rylan.”

I could see Jamie smiling almost giddily in
the corner.

I smiled too, feeling hopeful for the first
time in over a week.

“So what now, little brother? Are you gonna
let him slip through your fingers again?” Jamie goaded me.

Hell no.
“Where is he?” I asked BJ, a
new mission forming in my mind.

“Back porch.”

BJ grabbed my arm before I could leave,
dropping two pills into my hand. “You might want to take these with
you,” he offered, nodding to the aspirin while handing me a bottle
of water. “Don’t let him down,” BJ called after me as I made my way
outside.

“I won’t, not this time.”

****

-Rylan-

I found Scott leaning his elbows on the
wooden railing of my wrap-around deck, his head tilted back,
looking up at the stars. He didn’t acknowledge my presence, but it
was too quiet at this time of night for him not to have heard me
come outside.

“I used to fuck girls behind the bleachers
while you had band practice,” Scott mumbled after several
moments.

I frowned at his admission, walking over to
lean my ass against the railing beside him. “I know.”

“I’d make them yell my name.”

I knew that too. I remembered hearing their
cries of ecstasy and feeling so jealous of those random skanks. “I
know,” I offered again. I could tell Scott was pretty far gone from
the way he slurred his words and weaved on his feet ever so
slightly.

“I wanted you to hear them, to think about
what you were missing out on,” Scott admitted, surprising me.

“What!”

He cocked his head to the left, finally
locking eyes with mine. “I’d make them turn around, so I didn’t
have to look at them, and I’d watch you. I’d watch you while I
fucked them.”

My hands began to shake, and I had to cross
my arms to keep him from noticing. Not that it mattered; Scott
seemed too lost in the past and too intoxicated to care.

“Sometimes you’d be on the field, so I’d make
them wait,” he continued. “They’d beg for it, but I’d still make
them wait. I needed you near for my cock to get hard anyway. I’d
wait until you sat in that same spot on the bleachers, and I’d
watch you. Your ass perched perfectly on the tiny metal seat, and
then I’d fuck them, but secretly I was imagining fucking you,” he
declared. “Bet you didn’t know that, Squeaker?” he mumbled.

My heart raced uncontrollably, and my blood
rushed through my veins so fast I could hear the
thump, thump,
thump
in my ears. “N-no. I didn’t,” I admitted, still in shock
from his confession.

When he shifted on his feet again and almost
lost his balance, I knew it was time to get him inside. Everyone
was gone, including Jamie and BJ, so I had no help maneuvering the
intoxicated giant of a man through my house. It was awkward and
exhausting. Scott babbled nonsense the whole time, but finally I
managed to get him to my room.

“I’ve been playing with my ass,” Scott
declared, still slurring his words as he dropped his big body down
onto my bed. “I pretend it’s you, Rylan. It feels good. I never
knew it could feel so good,” he added, meeting my gaze. “I think
your cock up there would feel even better.”

“Oh fuck, Lush. Can you just fucking shut
up?” I hissed. I was so horny and hard I could barely stand up
right. I’d promised BJ to go slowly, but Scott’s drunken confession
was making that nearly impossible. I wanted to make his fantasy a
reality so badly.

He looked pained by my harsh words. “I know
you’ll never want me, but maybe you could just fuck me once?”

Oh god, I’m in hell.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I blew it. I’m sorry
I’m not more gay.” He winced.

His heartfelt words pained me. “You’re
fucking perfect just the way you are. Got that, Lush?” I
growled.