Don't... 04 Backlash (45 page)

The grip on
Jack’s hair forced him down again, and Gray stayed lips-to-neck
close as Jack’s grip found Jan. At first just holding to his shirt,
then in a rush to get his cock freed. Jack played a few lengths of
his own cock, then tilted his head back, bringing Jan’s down and
kissing at the tip.

Jan took
advantage of the lip running on across the legs of the table.
Gripping a bar above, he stepped up, allowing Jack to ease his tip
past his lips, into his mouth—all for Jan’s shaft to slide smoothly
down his throat.

“Fuck,” groaned
Jan. He was watching his own play in Jack’s throat, down his body
to how Gray made every muscle in Jack’s lower body writhe and
twist.

Gray gave one
particular hard fuck between Jack’s thighs, then ran his hand over
Jack’s throat as it controlled how much he took of Jan’s cock.

“Christ,
stunner,” he breathed, lost now to his hard pace, the pull on
Jack’s hair that made sure he stayed at the perfect angle to take
Jan. But the gentle nips to Jack’s throat let him feel just how
much he took of Jan.

Jan almost
cried defeat first, but Gray rested a hand on the flat of Jan’s
abs, stopping him moving. Jack didn’t look happy as Gray made sure
he pulled away from Jan’s cock, but it was lost a moment later as
the months away from them both took its toll on Gray. He cried
defeat, maybe knowing they’d both always have him on his knees, and
he rested his head down as he spilled in Jack. It seemed selfish,
but calming his breathing, Gray eased back; Jack’s body struggled
with being taken to the edge, but so did Jan’s. And Gray needed
them like that for the next part. Although it didn’t stop the
satisfied smirk on Jack’s face.

“Told you I’d
make the classy Dom such a dirty whore.”

Gray let out a
smirk. “Whore?”

“Fucking
filthy, Sir.”

Still inside
him, Gray took hold of the free handcuff stroking Jack’s scrotum,
and he slipped it around Jack’s sac, fastening the modified cuff at
its lowest lock so that the balls were perfectly defined, and
stopped Jack’s play on his cock..

“Bastard.” Jack
cried out and cupped his balls for protection, although the cuff
around his wrist made sure he stayed cuffed to his balls, feet now
flat on the table.

Moving around
the bondage table, Gray held his hand out towards Jan.

There was a
frown, then Jan shifted closer, enough for Gray to grip his jacket
cuff and tug him over to the bed.

Turning to face
him, Gray traced up the inside of Jan’s jacket, testing things with
a soft kiss. The heat he got back off him nearly had Gray stepping
back, and he hid his smile as he stopped the kiss, now just inches
from Jan’s lips.

“You okay?” he
asked quietly as he slipped the jacket off Jan’s shoulders.

“Yeah,” Jan
said in a husky voice. Gray eased a touch down Jan’s sides, over
the crisp whiteness of his shirt, and Jan followed his every move.
The tail already hung out in the heat, and Jan’s breathing seemed
to give the whole wasted image a panted breath of its own. Gray fed
it, focusing on unclipping suit trousers. Pulling Jan a little
closer with one arm around his waist and loving the slender form
against his, Gray pushed trousers and boxers down, letting them
slip off Jan’s slim ass, to the floor. Then he backed Jan up a
step, taking him close to the bed.

Jan was still
hard, and he caught his breath as Gray nibbled at his neck, at the
same time drawing the back of his hand down his shirt-covered
cock.

“Okay?” mumbled
Gray, now kissing at his ear.

There was a
long sigh, a brief bite at Gray’s jaw. “Please.”

Gray stroked at
his jaw, enjoying just watching the changing colours of autumn
brown in his soft eyes. “Kneel on the bed. Please.”

Jan looked down
at the shape of the bed brushing against the back of his legs. And
no pause came, just a gentle ease down.

With one last
check to see that Jan was okay, that brush along his jaw, Gray
shifted over to Jack. Jack was lost to his own touch, and a lot of
his heat had levelled out in order to control and maintain that
heat. Gray watched for a moment, loving how the only blush that
touched his body was due to how he worked himself. Jack was close.
As he lay on the table, one hand cuffed and cupping his balls, the
other free to stroke himself, eyes were closed, legs drawn up, but
he was looking so relaxed as he played.

Gray’s gentle
touch on his hip asked him to stop, and Jack glanced up just as
Gray eased down to steal a kiss. “You’re with me, stunner,” he
breathed against Jack’s lips as he kept the collar in place, but
removed the belt as he took Jack up to his feet.

The frowned
questioning was there in Jack’s eyes, but when Gray looked to the
bed, to how Jan knelt there with his back to them, the white shirt
occasionally shifting up his hips as Jan lost himself to his own
play, Jack instinctively shifted to go over.

Gray stopped
him before he could do any damage to his scrotum, and he took the
key off the table and un-cuffed his balls. Now Jack blushed, but
only because he’d been caught out forgetting about the bondage.
It’s why Gray was here; it’s why Gray would always be here.

Jack traced a
touch down Gray’s arm, then looked back at Jan....

He found a
natural place behind Jan, Jack’s hand reaching up to cover Jan’s as
Jan gripped on to a stray cuff from the ceiling hoist above. A hold
found itself around Jan’s waist, ruffling the white shirt, but
making sure it stayed covering Jan as much as Jan needed it to.
Then a soft murmur came as Jack kissed at the back of Jan’s
neck.

“Hey there,
things,” mumbled Jack.

“Hey, martial
arts guy....” Jan sounded lost, kept hostage by the kisses to the
back of his neck.

Gray went over
and knelt on the bed, in front of Jan. As he did, a blind touch
from Jan found his suit trousers, pulling him in close.

They both
needed a claiming of their own, this time to chase away their fears
over past mistakes and unintended hurt. Gray brushed a hand at
Jan’s cheek. They needed each other.

Jack slipped a
hand down to Jan’s cock, and Jan gave such a long groan as he
rested his head in the curve of Gray’s throat.

“Christ,
Jack.... Please, baby. It’s okay.”

Breathing
heavy, Jack rutted gently into Jan, no doubt mixing need and oil
between them. Then as a grip found Gray’s neck, Jan let out a cry
into Gray as Jack eased into him. Jack shivered, stilling, and
whispered in Jan’s ear. “Okay, baby?”

In answer,
Jan’s heat found Gray’s lips, and Gray had his breath stolen,
pushing him back a touch.

“Fuck,”
breathed Jack. Hands easing down Jan’s sides, Jack kept his strokes
long... deep, but so slow that Jan writhed and shifted into Gray,
body crying out for more.

A thin line of
perspiration lined Jack’s body, and as Gray gripped Jan’s back,
holding him tightly, he skated his fingers down Jack’s side, loving
the shift of muscle as Jack lost himself in Jan.

Jack had rested
his head down on Jan’s shoulder, holding him so close with one hand
around the waist, then using his grip on the ceiling hoist above to
help ease him into Jan.

Gray had taken
them both to the edge for a reason; Jack wouldn’t last long with
how he touched Jan. It was there in Jack’s body now, how he
shuddered but kept Jan his focus. Jan’s hard kiss to Gray seemed to
see it, sense it, come alive in it knowing Jack was tempered, and
he let the heat ride his body in the safety, knowing he didn’t need
long either.

“Christ, Jack,”
he cried, gripping harder onto Gray. Jack looked at Gray over Jan’s
shoulder, and the smile there was too knowing. Gray wrapped a hand
around Jan’s cock, and two strokes later, Jan was all theirs.

“Christ...
Christ....” Fine strands of come tasted the inside of Jan’s shirt
and abs.

It wasn’t down
to Gray’s touch, as flattering as that would have been. It was just
the right hold, the right kiss against lips, the right lovers, with
the right moment and whispered word.

Jan cried out a
name, then another, and Gray hid his own hard breathing in Jan’s
shoulder when he heard his name called first.

Jack stilled,
allowing the fading orgasm to keep a claim on Jan as long as
possible. Then, a long, languid bite into Jan’s shoulder, he pulled
free. He was still hard, and as he came back in for a cuddle, no
doubt enjoying just the contact of cock against the shape of Jan’s
ass, Jan turned on him, instantly easing him back to the bed.

“Hey there,
things,” Jan said softly, now on top of Jack and rutting gently
against him. “How you doing?”

Jack drifted a
touch over Jan’s ass, lifting the tail of the white shirt and
exposing the soft curve of Jan’s ass. “Carry on doing that,”
mumbled Jack, head on Jan’s shoulder, sounding so close, “you’re
gonna hurt me, breakdown.”

Jan groaned,
and with one hard rut of hip, he had Jack crying out his come.
“Never want to hurt you, baby.”

Jack crushed a
hold around Jan, his release still shaking his body, and he held
onto Jan like no one and nothing existed beyond the bed.

“Sorry I hurt
you,” whispered Jack, light kisses running over Jan’s neck. “So
sorry I keep scaring you.”

It tore at
Gray. Seeing them there, it killed every part of him, and he eased
back, for the first time needing up... needing out.

A hand on his
shirt off Jan tugged him down, then grey eyes met his as a stroke
came at his back. Jack rested his head against Gray’s and a deep
sigh was given. “Right here,” came the quiet words. “You stay right
here by us, mukka.”

Gray closed his
eyes, but that deep fear... that gut instinct crept up. He kept his
grief out of sight, how he wanted to say fuck to Sam, fuck to
everything beyond the bed, fuck to doing his job, to living away
from this, because all this—how he held these two in the
aftermath—it was the only thing that ever mattered, and he didn’t
want to miss it anymore.

Gray woke to
the coldness of an empty bed, and with his arm tucked under his
pillow, he lay there on his side, not breathing, just
listening.

From the
shower, the soft tread of water came, with low voices seeming to
find every which way to be quieter than the water itself. They were
doing a lousy job.

Gray loosened
his grip on the pillow. Fresh coffee drifted over from close by,
and he eased the stiffness in his body by glancing back over his
shoulder. A tray sat on his bedside unit, and through the clear
cover coating the plate, a continental breakfast with all the
trimmings begged for company as coffee streamed trails into the
air. The heat fused with the radio alarm, distorting the numbers
slightly, and how it whispered that it had caused him to awake, not
the voices drifting over from the en suite.

After giving a
rub of fingertips into sleep-sanded eyes, he reached over for the
coffee and took a swig, the covers slipping down his chest. The
slip of silk against bare skin felt good, and from the pile of
yesterday’s clothes stacked neatly next to Gray’s, he wasn’t the
only one to find solace in falling to sleep naked, limbs wrapped
naturally around limbs.

He ran a
distracted hand over the empty space that cooled next to him, then
let it rest there as a mobile rumbled from close by.

Damn his soul,
for a moment he ignored it. He didn’t want to break this moment...
the sleepy voices drifting through from the bathroom... the
breakfast showing he’d drifted over into sleep-filled thoughts...
the attempts to keep talk quiet and not disturb....

Fuck
Sam, Fuck the world, Fuck life beyond this.

The phone
rumbled in the bedside drawer again. He’d had time to lock it away,
keep it out of sight, out of focus.

Fuck
Sam. Fuck life outside of this....

Sitting up and
allowing the cool of the studio floor to run under bare feet, Gray
rested his elbows on his knees. After a wipe of hand across his
face, he opened the drawer and pulled out Logan’s phone.

Sam had been
stripped bare, left bound and curled to his side on a concrete
floor. No other detail came from the photo, showing Kes’s
professional touch. But tears streaked down dirt-stained cheeks and
his ribs sported two dark bruises from the kicking he’d been
given.

Fuck.
Gray
rubbed at his eyes and dropped his head.

Just how much
of a bastard was he for wanting nothing to touch Jack and Jan? How
much of a bastard was he for wanting to run fast and far with them
and not have to care about anyone else?

Steve
came into view on the second photo; he sat at his kitchen table,
hands hugging a mug of coffee that had long since lost the warmth
that steamed Gray’s bedroom now. There was no focus in his eyes,
just that same look that Greg had sometimes for Jack, that
what did I miss? What the
hell did I miss?

Always
someone’s son, someone’s daughter, mother, father... lover.

And what would
Sam’s lover, Liam, be doing now? Sitting on the edge of his bed?
Staring at his phone, waiting for a message that said Sam was
okay?

Gray gave a
brush at Sam’s face and felt his world slip with it. Jogging
bottoms came on, then he slipped the mobile in his pocket before he
headed into the en suite.

Standing by the
farthest washbasin, Jack stood behind Jan, an arm wrapped around
his waist, head tilted slightly as if to look at what Jan was
doing. Jan jerked slightly, and Jack glanced back, offering a smile
before focusing back at Jan.

Jan tried to
hide what he was doing from Gray, but Jack held him firm and Gray
went and pulled himself onto the unit not far from them, just
waiting, knowing life was starting to be faced despite the chaos
around them.