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“I’m
just saying this so you know. Mark Matthews’ wife, your former fiancée,
Tiffany, I think that’s her name. I fucked her at a Christmas party in Miami.
Last month. And frankly, you’re a much better lay.” He turned the faucet on and
rinsed the rest of Jude’s cum down the drain before leaving the man sitting on
the floor with his mouth hanging open.

On
the way out, the library door was still closed and the television was on again
in the huge family room. He stopped to tell Bo and Dylan goodbye. But the words
froze in his mouth.

The
Marine minus his prosthetic leg lay underneath his friend, arms and legs
wrapped around Bo as they moved together. Bo’s naked ass was pumping
piston-like into the smaller man, his hair draped around them both. The Marine
called him baby, and was begging for more. Jesus.

Both
men looked over at him. Maybe he said that out loud. Bo just grinned and went
back to fucking his lover as if they didn’t have an audience. “Thought you
left.”

“No,
just no. This is fucked up.” Will turned on his heel and headed for the front
door.

He
could smell cum on his hands. No fucking way did he just so fucking completely
lose his mind… with a…
Jesus
. He
needed pussy, and he needed it now before all the damned fucking gay could…oh
fuck, the scent of Jude Brody was all over him. Please just let him wake up
from this nightmare. Anytime now.

He
put the Rover in gear and peeled out of the driveway. There were strip clubs to
visit and tits to fondle. And…fuck.

Chapter
Seven

Fuck
me harder!
Jude rolled under the covers trying to
escape the memory of that evening. He’d begged an asshole football player to
fuck him…begged for it. God fucking damn.

He
pounded the mattress and flipped onto his stomach.
I fucked your fiancée...You’re a much better lay.
Slater’s words
came back to him on an endless loop.

The
only consolation Jude had was that if Slater was telling the truth then Tiffany
was cheating on her husband, which was pretty ironic considering she had
cheated on Jude with the baseball player in the first place. He didn’t know
what to believe or think or do.

Hell,
he still had no idea why he let Slater drag him into that bathroom in the first
place. He was still in shock from seeing his brother in the act. The erection
in Slater’s pants from the same scene hadn’t helped the situation any. Seeing
Will turned on had turned him on.
Oh,
hell no
.

Jude
looked enough like Levi that people often mistook him for his brother. So that
was it then. Slater was harboring a secret thing for Levi. And now that Levi
was supposedly in a monogamous relationship…Jesus, he was just someone’s
revenge fuck. He’d been there before, but at least that had been Jasmine and
not some guy he didn’t know. And didn’t want to know. Yet here he was obsessing
about letting some asshole guy use him at…he reached up for the phone on the
bedside table to check the time…two in the morning. “Fuck.”
 

And
if all that wasn’t enough to keep him awake for the rest of his life, it was
freezing on the third floor. He dragged the blankets up to his neck and pulled
the pillow over his head until the only part of his body exposed to the cold
was his nose. He’d have to remember to pick up some kind of space heater
tomorrow before the next cold wave hit.

After
a few minutes of burrowing into the covers Jude managed to find some warmth and
was able to put the events in the bathroom out of his mind. He dragged up the
voice of his torts instructor from memory and let the man’s monotonic drone
paralyze his over active mind long enough to drift off.

Somewhere
he thought he heard a door slam, but the sound seemed so far away and Jude
didn’t want to leave his warm cocoon to investigate. He should have.

He
jerked up as the bed dipped violently. Jude tried to roll over but he was
trapped in the blankets, pinned under a heavy body. The pillow was pulled from
his head and a hand wrapped around his mouth, all in the space of a couple of
heart beats. A potent mixture of spicy cologne, sweet perfume, and sour booze
mingled to fill his nostrils as hot breath washed over his cheek.

“I
need to fuck something.” Jude recognized that voice. There was no slur to his
words, but that’s the only reason Slater would be in here—if he were drunk off
his ass and mistaking where he was and whose ass he was attempting to hump.
“Hey, Jude.” He sang Jude’s name and laughed. Oh
hell
,
maybe Slater
was
drunk, but he sure
as fuck knew where he was. “I’m going to fuck you. In your little ass…hole. You’re
gonna
take my pole.”

Jude
could feel the blankets sliding down his body as Slater shifted over him. Jude
tried not to panic, he lay still while Slater shifted onto one leg to drag the
covers off Jude completely and that’s when Jude rolled and flipped Slater onto
his back.
Hooking his
foot behind Slater’s leg he pushed up with his body, offsetting Slater’s weight
while taking him by surprise. Once he had Slater on his back he scrambled onto
his knees to straddle the man.
Feet locked over Slater’s knees, Jude
grabbed his hands and held him to the bed. “Maybe I’m the one going to be doing
the fucking…and Slater, please don’t sing, it’s not a pretty sound.”

Slater
lay surprisingly docile on the bed beneath him. His eyes looked black in the
mostly dark room. Light from outside filtered in past the sheer curtains, but
not enough came from the gas lamps on the street to let Jude see more than
shadow and profile. “You sleep nude, Jude. Damn, that’s sexy and it rhymes.” A
smile twisted on his lips as he bucked into Jude’s groin. “And look at little
Jude standing at attention! Aww, Jude, I know it’s easy to fall in love with me,
buddy. I’m flattered but…” he laughed, the bastard laughed as he broke Jude’s
hold on his wrists. “Let me go. Okay. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Your
room is back the way you came. You should have gone there instead of here. Maybe
jacked off in the privacy of your own stinky domain.” Jude leaned over him
wondering why Slater just lay there looking up at him. “Why are you here,
Slater?”

“Call
me William in that sweet accent you use when you want me to fuck you. Fuck me
harder,
Weeeelllllyuuum
.
Please
Weeelllllyuummmm
.
I want your big cock inside me,
Weelllyummm
. I want you to make me a man.” Slater wiggled
under him, his hands busy working buttons and zippers until he lay there
exposed and very still. “Jude, please, touch me. Okay. I won’t hurt you, baby.
Just… I want you to touch me.”

“Why?
Didn’t you get enough of me at Bo’s place? You humiliated me, and left me on
the floor feeling like a complete fool.” He reached over to the table nearest
the bed and turned on the small lamp. Will flinched at the change from dark to
light. His eyes weren’t bloodshot or bleary from booze. The violet pupils were
clear but he was obviously in some kind of distress. Jude studied Will’s hard
body his gaze finally finding the reason. His dick was swollen twice the size
it should be and nearly purple. “Oh my god, William, how many did you take?”

“Two.
I couldn’t… it didn’t work… I think you broke me, it only works with you now.
Not even the Viagra works. I took two, and still nothing. And then on the drive
home I remembered how good you smell and how you felt and I can’t think of
anything else now. I just need to touch you. I need you, Jude.” Will didn’t
look away as he reached out for Jude, to stroke his thighs as he pleaded. “I’m
not gay. Please tell me I’m not gay.”

“I
can’t, man. I…” Jude closed his eyes on the pleading man. God, but despite his
denial his own dick stood at attention, ready and willing to sacrifice itself
in the line of duty.

“Please,
Jude. You can fuck me. I won’t… please, baby.”

“You
call me ‘baby.’ Do you do that on purpose? I’m not one of your women, Slater.”

“Would
you rather I call you ‘
Pookie
’? Or do you have a fun
nickname like Levi… Judy…. aww I’ll call you Judy—” He gasped for breath when
Jude grabbed his dick and squeezed. He pumped once and then a second time to
get his point across. To both their surprise Will cried out and gripped the bed
until Jude thought he’d rip the sheets as he came in Jude’s hand, but at least
he stopped with the annoying name calling.

“Do
not ever call me Judy again, especially when your dick is in my hand. Are we
clear?” Jude didn’t wait for Will to reply. Instead, he leaned over to rummage
through Levi’s special fun drawer beside the bed. He took out a wicked looking
toy and held it up. “I’m not sure what this thing is, but it looks like you
could fish for great white sharks in there with it.” The thing was lightly
curved with a rounded tip, nothing all that strange, but Will’s eyes went wide,
his pupils nearly disappearing as the black of his irises took over. “Are we
clear, William?”

“Crystal
clear.” Will nodded, his eyes still on the toy in Jude’s hand. “What the hell
do you do with that thing?”

“How
should I know, these are Levi’s toys. He’s got a whole drawer full of weird
shit if you’re interested.” Jude tossed the toy back in the drawer and took out
the small package of baby wipes he found there, along with a bottle of scented
lube and a strip of condoms. “Hmm, wonder if we’ll need all of these?”

“You
are a cruel person, Jude Brody,” Will said, his voice breaking on a gasp then a
moan as Jude pulled out a wipe and cleaned the cum from his hand and Will’s
stomach. “You could lick it off.”

“I’m
not eating your cum. Speaking of that, how many mouths have been on your dick
tonight? And where have you stuck it, besides between my legs?” Jude opened the
lube and sniffed while he waited for Will to answer. “Strawberry scented. And
it’s supposed to taste good, too. You smell like a cheap whore, so I assume you
went catting.”

 
    
“Yeah,
had a lap dance. I didn’t… nothing happened, I don’t know what the fuck is
wrong with me… I kept it in my pants, Jude. I swear. It didn’t even notice her
perky nipples… I was too busy thinking about your perky nipples.” The flush
that crept over Will’s face seemed to coincide with the resurrection of his
chemically fueled dick. “Can I touch you?”

Jude
sat incredibly still, the seriousness of the game they were playing suddenly
all too real. “Yeah,” he said and Will slowly skimmed his hands up his thighs
his breath slowing to a heavy crawl the more he touched. “I want you to touch
me.” He laid his hands on Will’s and dragged them up his body to his chest.
“Here.”

“What
are we doing?” Will traced his thumbs over Jude’s nipples, his skin rough
enough to drag a moan from Jude.

“I
don’t know.” He could say that Will started this and that he should know. But
he didn’t. He could have stopped everything the night before, or even earlier
that evening at the party, instead of letting his little head do the talking.
“You tell me.”

“I
don’t know, either. I should stop before we do something stupid.” Will didn’t
stop. Instead he pinched his nipples, and Jude leaned into his hands. The
sensation not exactly pleasant, but not unpleasant either. “Do you like this?”

“I’ve
never had anyone… I didn’t know I was… yes, I like this.” He leaned over and
traced his fingers over Will’s much larger
pecs
. The
rock hard muscles seemed to tremble a little under his fingertips. “Your skin
is soft.” He traced the rim of Will’s nipple, watching as it puckered and grew
pointed. “Did you like that?”

“Yeah.”
Will lifted his hips, nearly unseating Jude, the graze of their dicks together
almost finished the job. To keep his balance, Jude jolted forward thrusting
their bodies together. Will’s half-sobbed moan was enough to make him want to
repeat the motion.

Will
threw his head back and arched into him. His exposed neck seemed to call to
Jude, begging for him to taste. He leaned onto his elbows and rocked his body
against Will’s.

“I’m
going to fuck you because I want to.” Jude tucked his nose into Will’s neck
just below his ear and gave into the urge to lick him. “I’m going to make you
come. Hard. I’m going to make you beg me, just like you made me beg tonight.
I’m going to make you feel so good you’ll forget your own name,” he said, less
to actually tease him and more to give Will the time to change his mind.
Because foreplay just wasn’t going to be enough if this went on any longer.

“I’m
going to come,” Will whispered as he slid his hands around Jude’s shoulders and
pulled him against him. “Now. Oh, fuck, baby, I want you to… make me feel good.
Please, Jude.”

Fingernails scored his back as Will
ejaculated against his belly, the sticky heat scalding him. Electricity tingled
down his spine through his body. Will’s orgasm fucking turned him on
and
Jude desperately wanted to follow him over the edge. But instead, he pulled
away.

On
his knees now, he fought to get his body under control, while Will’s dick lay
hard and pulsing on his belly. Fuck, what the fuck was he doing? “Roll over.”
Hell he didn’t even care that Will was covered in his own cum, he wanted him on
his stomach and his ass in the air. “Now.”