Making it Personal (12 page)

Think howBlake will feel. You’re robbing him of the chance to say goodbye
.

Will mentally shook himself. He couldn’t afford to think like that. He’d just have to make sure their last hours together were memorable. Then it would be a case of finding another job, maybe even moving away from London. He could always do more work for Jenny to keep body and soul together until something more permanent turned up. Even if that meant offering to do more of the personal services that he was presently avoiding like the plague.

Fuck, Blake—you’ve ruined me for other men
. The wry thought should have made him smile. So why did he suddenly feel like crying?

Chapter Ten

“Wow.” Blake stared in amazement as he swung the car into the long driveway of the large detached house in Harrow, set apart from its neighbors in a quiet, residential area. But then again,
anyone
wanting to live in Harrow had to be made of money.

“Oh yes.” Will chuckled. “These two work in the City. They’re not short of a bob or two.”

Blake pulled up next to a smart new BMW and switched off the engine. He didn’t make a move to get out of the car. There were three or four cars parked in front of the house, a mock Tudor house with floodlights which lit up the graveled parking area. Will sat next to him, watching him with a neutral expression.

It’s still not too late
, Blake thought.
We could turn around now
. But that wouldn’t be fair on Will. “Shall we get in there?” He spoke with more enthusiasm that he actually felt. Will nodded beside him. Slowly they got out of the car and Blake locked it. Before they reached the front door, it opened to reveal a tall, muscular man, possibly in his late forties, with a shock of black hair and pale blue eyes. He grinned when he caught sight of Will.

“I’d given up all hope of seeing you here again, young man.”

 

Will smiled. “Hi, Stephen. Yeah, I’ve been busy.”

Stephen snickered. “Too busy to come and have some fun? My, what a life you must lead.” Will introduced Blake and Stephen shook his hand warmly. He gave Blake an appreciative glance. “Hmmm, I know straight away who’s going to be monopolizing
you
all night.” He smiled widely and winked. “You’re
so
Ben and Oli’s type.” He looked at Will. “You have excellent taste, boy.”

Will gave Blake an apologetic look. “You’ll have to forgive Stephen. He finds it
so
difficult to rein in his inner Dom.” He grinned at Stephen who beamed.

“Come on in, you two. It’s freezing out here.” Stephen rubbed his arms vigorously. “Only ten days till Christmas, after all.” They stepped into the warm hallway and Stephen closed the heavy, ornate wooden door behind them. He led them toward the rear of the house. Blake could already hear the low, heavily percussive music which pulsed from the room. Once inside, Stephen directed them to several tables in the corner. “You can deposit your clothes there. As you can see, the party’s already started.”

Blake felt a brief stab of anxiety. This was really going to happen. Then he caught sight of Will’s face. Will was regarding him with such a warm look of understanding that it f inteculmade his heart flutter.
You can
do
this. Do it for Will
. He gazed around the room with interest. The first thing that struck him was the smell. The air was redolent with the smell of leather and sweat
—
and something else. He sniffed up carefully. It reminded him of a cross between dirty sweat socks and something vaguely medicinal.

Will smirked and leaned closer. “Poppers, babe.” A
ha
. Ben spotted open cabinets piled high with towels, bottles of lube and various diverse toys. There were mirrors strategically placed around the room, and the floor was covered with a thick layer of plastic. A mini fridge stood in the corner.

There was little furniture in the room. What caught his eye immediately was the sling, suspended from a large, sturdy metal frame. What was even more eyecatching was the sling’s occupant. A stocky man, his chest a thick mat of hair, lay suspended in it, his feet in stirrups. His head lolled back as another tall man fed him his dick. Blake watched, mesmerized as the guy in the sling swallowed his dick whole: he could see his throat working as his partner thrust deep into him. But the most intriguing thing was what was taking place at the other end of the sling. Another man was slowly pushing a little white ball, which for all the world resembled a tiny snowball, into his anus.

“What is he doing?” Blake whispered, unable to look away. He’d never seen anything like this on his DVDs.

Will brought his mouth to Blake’s ear. “You know what Crisco is?” Blake nodded. “Well, they make it up into little balls and wrap them up, then put them in the fridge. It feels great when it’s shoved inside you and it’s really cold. But then it melts and voilà, you’re ready to rock ‘n’ roll.” Blake gave a chuckle. Now
that
was ingenious. But the sound died in his throat as he watched the guy encase his dick in a condom and then thrust into his suspended partner. The man in the sling groaned around the thick cock that filled his throat, his groans punctuated by each punishing thrust of the third guy’s shaft.

Blake dragged his eyes away from the sight and peered around the room. The lighting was low but enough to make out the varied activities taking place. In another corner, on a wide seat, a couple were heavily engrossed in kissing and touching each other. They still wore their underwear, but as Blake watched, their hands slid under tight fabric to caress prominent erections which were then pulled free. Any clothing didn’t stay on long after that.

Another couple were using a piece of equipment which resembled a picnic table, except that it was padded on the central raised bed with two pads on the lower sections. One guy had his knees there, his belly resting against the upper section. His wrists were shackled to the frame, his arse tilted high as another man plowed into him, grunting as he went balls-deep, his partner crying out in hoarse pleasure at each thrust. Blake was mesmerized.

All of a sudden he realized Will was tugging at him. “Clothes, Blake. You’re wearing far too many clothes.” Will’s eyes danced with amusement. Embarrassed to be caught ogling, Blake got out of his jeans, sweater and socks, leaving on his briefs. Beside him, Will stripped out of his clothes. With a shock, Blake saw that he’d gone commando. What was more interesting was that Will wasn’t hard.

“You okay?” Blake said in a low tone.

Will gazed into his eyes for a moment and then led him by the hand to a free standing bed, devoid of bedding. He pulled Blake onto the bed and wrapped his arms around him, stroking up his back. “Been waiting so long to do this aga ko ded, devin. Kiss me, babe.”
Oh God
. That husky voice went straight to Blake’s cock which hardened, pushing at the fabric of his briefs. Their mouths met in a hungry kiss, Blake sinking into it immediately. God, he’d missed this. Blake caressed Will’s body down to where his cock rose up now, thick and hard.
Better
. Will pushed into his hand, hips rocking as their kiss grew more intense.

A slick hand suddenly insinuated itself around Blake’s dick. He jumped slightly and broke the kiss with a gasp. Will let out a low noise of disappointment.
“Nice cock,
really
nice.” A rich, sexy voice spoke into Blake’s ear as that hand continued to tug him, flogging him gently. Blake was shocked into stillness. Will stared beyond him to the owner of the voice.

“Oli,” Will moaned softly. Before Blake could react, he was pulled gently onto his back, coming face to face with a nude young man maybe in his midtwenties, with brown hair. Oli’s gaze traveled up and down his body, eyes hooded with lust.

“You must be Blake.” Before Blake could utter a word, his mouth was taken in a bruising kiss as Oli explored him greedily. The young man joined him on the bed, stretching out beside him, moving his hands restlessly over Blake’s body as his tongue thrust into Blake’s mouth, Oli’s heavy cock pushing insistently at his hip.

Blake couldn’t breathe. It was too sudden, not what he’d anticipated at all. And although it was undoubtedly erotic, Blake was shocked by the thought which slammed through his brain.
But it’s not Will. I wanted Will’s kiss
. A second hand stroked up his thigh to wrap firmly around his cock. He stared into dark brown eyes set in a tanned face.
Ben
. Fuck, the man was ripped. Oli broke the kiss and Blake watched as the couple met over him to kiss passionately, Ben’s hand never ceasing in its motion over Blake’s cock while he tugged at his own, seven inches of thick flesh which reared up toward his navel, pre-come already showing.

“Oh, you’re going to feel
so
good when your arse is tight around my dick,” Ben breathed. Blake thought his accent very sexy. “Yeah, me fucking you, while you fuck Oli.” Beside him Oli let out a mewl, making it plain he really liked that idea. Blake’s heart hammered, his breathing erratic. Something felt wrong, but what, he wasn’t sure. He only knew that all of a sudden he didn’t want this, knew that with absolute certainty. He started to panic as the two men bracketed him, their heads moving lower until their mouths met at his shaft, two sets of lips sliding over his cock. But by now, far from turning him on, Blake felt dizzy. He was breathing so fast, he thought he was hyperventilating, and his chest felt as if a steel band had been tightened around it.

What the fuck is wrong with me
? And then it hit him. Where the hell was Will?

Will knew how Ben and Oli played. They didn’t mess around but simply plunged into the action, working together like a predatory well-oiled machine. The number of times he’d watched them work their magic on some unsuspecting twink at the club, mesmerizing him, working him into a frenzy of lust until he was begging for them to take him home and fuck him. What Will wasn’t prepared for was the way it made him feel as they kissed and fondled Blake.

Will couldn’t take it. In fact, he couldn’t bear it a second longer.

 

Blake wanted this, remember
?

Well, Blake may have wanted it, but Will didn’t want to see him get fucked by Ben a kckeg tond Oli
—
or by anyone else, for that matter. And he wasn’t about to stick around and watch it happen.
As Oli moved in position, Will caught sight of Ben, gazing at the couple with gleaming eyes as he moved to join them on the bed. That was it. Will extracted himself from Blake’s embrace, Blake too caught up in what Oli was doing to notice, and moved toward the table where he’d left his clothes. He struggled to slip into his jeans, his hands trembled so much, and hastily tugged his sweater over his head. He grabbed his trainers and heavy winter jacket and headed for the door which led into the hallway. As he passed through the doorway, Stephen caught up with him, grabbing him around the arm. His eyes were filled with concern.

“Will, what on earth is wrong? You’re as white as a sheet.”

Will shook his head. “I’m sorry, Stephen. I can’t do this.” He glanced back into the room. Blake was hidden from sight by Oli and Ben. “If Blake looks for me, just tell him I left, all right?”

Stephen stared. “
I f
he looks for you?” His eyes narrowed. “What’s going on, boy?”

Will’s leg’s suddenly felt weak. The heavy pulse of the music was overwhelming.

“It doesn’t matter.” His heart was like a leaden weight in his chest. “Sorry, but I’ve got to go.” He shoved his feet roughly into his trainers and slung the jacket around his shoulders. He had to get out of there. Stephen opened the door.

“Are you sure about this? You really want to leave him here?”

Will snorted. “Trust me, Blake can take care of himself. But I think Ben and Oli are doing a pretty good job of that already.” One last glance back and then he plunged out into the darkness, his feet loud as they crunched along the gravel drive.

Just get to the railway station, get on a train and go home. That’s it, it’s over
.

Will had never been so miserable in his whole fucking life.
Blake pulled away from the two gorgeous men who looked set on devouring him whole, and gazed around the room in a panic. “Where’s Will?” There was no sign of him.

“Chill, babe.” Oli gave the room a cursory glance. “Can’t see him.” He turned back to Blake. “Now, where were we?” He grinned.

Blake couldn’t chill. He glanced toward the corner where they’d stowed their clothes and his heart almost stopped. He couldn’t see Will’s clothes anywhere. He shrugged off Ben’s hand on his arm. “There’s something wrong.”

Ben spoke soothingly. “I’m sure he’s around here somewhere.” He stroked a warm hand down Blake’s back, but Blake shook him off.

“For God’s sake, leave me alone. I have to find Will.” His heartbeat raced and his mouth dried up. His gaze darted rapidly around the room. He got off the bed, ignoring the entreaties of the couple to calm down, and ran into the hallway, pulling up his briefs as he did so.

“Whoa, slow down, Blake.” Stephen stopped him with a firm hand to his chest. “You need to calm down. You’re shaking like a leaf.” He lead Blake back into the playroom. “Let’s get your clothes.”

Clothes. Blake’s fevered brain latched onto the word and he nodded, following Stephen. He grabbed his clothing and pulled them on, fingers refusing to cooperate. Stephen stood by his side, watching him. Blake picked up his jacket, feeling in his pocket for his car keys. “Got to find Will.”

“Blake, he left, about ten minutes ago.”

Blake stared at him. There was a painful tightness in his throat. “He
left
? Will wouldn’t just leave! Besides, how will he get home? I drove us here!” He ran his fingers through his hair, making it stand up crazily. He had to find Will.

“Then he’ll probably be heading for the station. It’s a good twenty minutes walk from here, so if you hurry, you’ll catch him up.” Stephen clasped his shoulder and squeezed. “Go find the boy.”

Blake nodded absently and headed out the front door, the cold night air a shock after the warmth of the house. He climbed into the car and switched the engine on, tires crunching over the gravel as he turned in a tight circle and drove back along the driveway. He scanned the pavements anxiously, peering out into the darkness.
Where the hell are you, Will
?