Promises 2 (21 page)

“Cayson is mine, he belongs to me. It’s my name that has helped his career.”

“I beg to differ, because last night.” Quick crudely adjusted his dick and nuts. “He was all mine. It’s funny how your name never came up.”

Quick could see that Joe was on the edge and it was too early for a showdown. “Leave, now. Me and Cays still have all morning to enjoy each other.”

“If you touch him!” The doctor pushed Quick as hard as he could – it would be almost comical if it weren’t so pitiful – but Quick didn’t even lose his balance. The man was weak in more ways than one.

“If you wanted to touch my chest, all you had to do was ask.” Quick laughed in Joe’s face. “Is that what’s going on? You want me for yourself? Sorry, I’m already taken by a real doctor, Ana.”

“I AM A REAL DOCTOR!” Joe yelled.

“No you’re not, Ana. You put people to sleep. Big fuckin’ deal,” Quick snarled. “I can do that.”

He heard Joe take a deep breath and pause before blowing it out, like he was trying to gain back his composure. He guessed the man had realized he obviously couldn’t best Quick with physical strength, so he returned to the one method of negotiation he’d mastered. Money.

“I’m talking cold, hard cash… Quick.” Joe said his name so snidely, that Quick surprised even himself by not taking a swing at the guy. “That’s usually what gets you hoodlums’ attention, isn’t it? Five hundred thousand sound fair? Imagine how many guns you could buy with that amount.”

Quick was almost to his breaking point. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold it together. His hands ached from being clenched in fists for so long and his body began to heat as if his blood really did boil with rage. His fury could consume him if he let it, or if he was really provoked. So Quick gave one last warning. “You’d better get the fuck out of here before I hurt you.”

“That’s all you can do is fight, huh?”

Damnit. Now that stung. But the truth always did. Fighting
was
all he knew. Martial arts was the only thing he’d studied since high school. He didn’t have years of college under his belt. But he did have an eighth degree black belt. It was equivalent in years of study to a college doctorate, but no one cared to know that. It was all just fighting to someone on the outside looking in. He was honored and called a Grandmaster by lower degree belts and he was damn proud of it. But, now, Dr. Joe was trying to make him feel like he was inadequate, and Quick couldn’t have that. He knew who he was and what he’d become.

He’d come so far from the angry little boy who was raised by his grumpy, homophobic father and even grumpier grandfather on a small farm in Clarence City, NY, just a half-hour outside of Buffalo. His mother had called it quits on all of them when he was just a boy, leaving him to fend for himself against his two angry older brothers. It wasn’t an easy childhood. He had difficulty reading and was forced to wear hand-me-down clothes that didn’t fit properly, which earned him an ample amount of teasing and bullying in school. It became harder every year to take so much abuse. But eventually, Rome got sick of the teasing, the beatings. He was tired of getting so angry he’d black out.

That was when he walked off the street and into his master’s dojo. He’d been fighting and was beaten and bruised by gang members in his neighborhood. His master must have seen something in him, because he became a student that same evening… for free. It was Master Yung who taught him to control his rage instead of letting it control him, and to channel it into something constructive. That’s when he met Duke and his father. They took him in, and taught him the bounty hunting business and how to use his fighting for what was right.

Any man can hurt someone, but a real man can heal. It took a while for Quick to know his master wasn’t talking only about medical healing, because Quick wasn’t a doctor, but about emotional healing. Quick had the power to do that. Even though Cayson was the doctor, he was the one who needed healing. Quick had wasted enough time on this conversation; he needed to get back to Cayson before he came out of the bathroom to an empty bed. He told himself he was more than good enough for his guy. He’d grown into a smart, respected businessman, a loyal best friend, and a good father. He was hoping to soon add a good boyfriend to that list of accomplishments. That’s more than a lot of men can say for themselves in this world today. 

“One million dollars!” Joe blurted, immediately yanking Quick’s attention back to him. “Yeah. I thought that would get your attention. All you have to do is forget Cayson exists. One million dollars cash, today. My final offer.” Joe looked so damn confident, but Quick was stunned to silence not by the number he was offered, but that the man truly believed Quick could be bought and Cayson was a prize at an auction.

“You son of a bitch.” Quick poked one finger into Joe’s chest, hard enough to leave a mark. “I’m going to go back inside and make love to my man. When he’s relaxed and feels appreciated, I’m going to tell him just what type of unbelievable animal you really are. Now, this is
my
final offer. Get the hell out of here, before I forget why I haven’t laid you out on your ass yet!”

Joe sighed and rubbed the trimmed hairs on his long chin. He looked like he hated to do what he was about to. “I tried to give you a chance to leave. But you have to do things the difficult way.”

“Looks pretty easy from where I’m standing.”

“Well, let’s hope you stay vertical, Roman Webb.”

“Meaning.”

“You aren’t the only one with friends you can call.”

“Duly noted, Ana. Are you done? Because this is ten minutes of my life wasted.”

“Yeah. I’m done,” Joe said casually, turning to leave.

“Wait a second,” Quick hurried to say before Joe walked down the few steps.

“What?” Joe barked.

Quick reached out and yanked the bag of donuts from Joe’s hand, his fast reflexes shocking the hell out of Dr. Joe. He held up the delicious smelling bag. “I’m taking these. That’s for disturbing my morning.”

Quick turned and went back inside, slamming the door for effect and locking it behind him. Dipshit. He looked at his watch.
Good thinking, you were smart to do that.
He’d recorded the entire conversation. Although Joe had pissed him off, he was intrigued to see Cayson standing there by the window, laughing his head off.

“What’s so funny?” Quick smirked.

“I can’t believe you took those donuts like that.”

They continued to laugh while they ate their confiscated donuts and drank their single-brewed cups of coffee.

Cayson

When Cayson came out the bathroom, fully groomed and prepped, he heard raised voices outside his upstairs window. Since Quick was nowhere to be seen, he knew it had to be him, but who the heck was he yelling at this early in the morning? Peeking out the sheer blue curtains covering his window, he saw Joe on his porch, red and angry about whatever they were discussing.

He was beyond angry himself. Not only would Joe never make love to him, but now he was cock-blocking him getting any action elsewhere. Why the hell was Joe fighting the end of their agreement so hard?

Cayson threw on the first clothes he found on top of the dresser drawer and hurried downstairs. Instead of opening the door wider, he stood off to the side and listened. Listened to the man he thought was a friend offer up a half a million dollars if Quick would leave him. The thought that Quick would take the money never entered his mind. He was quickly learning the kind of loyalty and honor Quick and his friends believed in. Although Cayson had been skeptical in the beginning about Quick’s intentions, he’d more than proven himself these past couple days. But now… now… he’d turned down a million dollars to be with Cayson. He was even more convinced than he’d been last night that Quick could be good for his heart. Just the person he’d been looking for to protect it.

He’d been watching with a serious but nervous eye as he witnessed Quick getting more angry. A large vein bulged out the side of his neck, and all the way to the tips of his ears, his usually tanned skin burned a dark shade of crimson. He was fuming. But when Quick snatched Joe’s donuts, Cayson thought he was going to fall over, that’s how funny it was. When Quick came back inside, he pushed a couple buttons on his watch before noticing him.

They were still laughing while they ate their breakfast, deciding to make light of the situation for now. But he knew they’d have to discuss the possibility that Joe just might be a potential threat. Cayson cleaned up their mess before he walked up to Quick and slung his arms around his neck, kissing him hard on the mouth. “That was good. I’m full on sugar.”

“I’d like to be full on something else,” Quick grumbled, his thick palm snaking down and cupping Cayson’s left ass cheek, yanking him hard against him.

Cayson was mad at Joe, livid honestly, but he refused to give Joe anymore of his energy or attention when Quick was here in front of him, deserving his full focus. “That sounds good, too.” Cayson laughed quietly, as Quick walked them backwards towards the stairs, his tongue messily lapping at any exposed skin. Cayson’s dick was already half hard, but when he felt a thick tongue sucking on the sensitive skin behind his ear; he was harder than freezer meat by the time they got to the top step.

Last night, Quick took the lead, making Cayson feel desired and cherished, but it was his turn in the driver seat. He wanted Quick to long for him, to crave him, and need him the way Cayson had yearned to be needed for so long.

Cayson stepped out of his sweats, his cock bobbing freely. Quick licked his lips when Cayson stroked his cock, squeezing a clear bead of precome out of his slit. He heard a low groan reverberate through the room, but Cayson was so turned on, he kept up his show. Still holding his cock firmly in his right hand, he took his left hand and dabbed at his essence, dragging his finger along his tongue, tasting himself. He hadn’t realized he’d closed his eyes, until he felt himself being yanked onto the bed.

“You think you can tease me and I’ll just stand here and take it?”

“No.” Cayson smirked, still rubbing his dick.

Quick looked down between their bodies. “I’m gonna let you fuck me with that long cock, Cayson. But for now….”

Cayson fought his nerves, oh, how he needed to be fucked hard. He thought he was going to take charge, but he’d guessed wrong. Quick yanked his pants down to his ankles and hurriedly kicked them to the floor. Quick climbed back up Cayson’s body, nipping and flicking his tongue over areas that’d gone unattended for quite some time. 

Cayson wove his hands through Quick’s long, thick hair. “Damn, I love your hair.” Cayson gasped when Quick buried his face in Cayson’s balls, aggressively trying to suck both of them into his mouth. “Fuck!”

“You like that?” Quick huffed, coming up for air. Cayson was in bliss. Quick may lack technique and experience, but Cayson could tell he was trying to do anything he could imagine would make him scream. Cayson didn’t disappoint when Quick sucked hard on the head of his cock. He cried out into the semi-darkness of his bedroom. His blue curtains helped to block out the small amount of daylight, casting the room into shadows. It looked like late evening, not early morning. The coloring and peacefulness added to the romantic feel of their first coming together.

With both knees up, Cayson let his thighs butterfly open – giving over all of himself. Trusting Quick to make this good, amazing.

“You ready for me?” Quick murmured, his deep voice sending enticing vibrations through Cayson’s groin.

“I’ve been ready,” Cayson answered. He was trying not to yell at Quick to fuck him already. His goal was not to appear too needy, but when he heard the snap of latex, his body pulsated all over, his skin warm and over-sensitive. “Please, Rome.”

“I know,” Quick whispered, lubing up two fingers.

Cayson didn’t need any more stretching; he’d had enough of that last night. He tried not to huff in annoyance when he felt the blunt tips of Quick’s fingers at his opening instead of his cock. But when Quick pushed in one finger to the knuckle, Cayson bucked his hips up, seeking out more, and Quick was fast to give it to him.

“God, you feel so tight.” Quick looked like he was in a haze of pleasure, eyeing Cayson’s cock as it leaked heavily onto his stomach.

“I’m ready, Rome,” Cayson grunted, rotating his ass shamelessly on Quick’s fingers, clenching his muscles around them.

The pillows had all been tossed on the floor from Cayson’s thrashing, and Quick had pushed the comforter to the foot of the bed. It was just their hot, naked bodies on a thin fitted sheet. For the first time in a long time, Cayson wasn’t worried about his body being on display. Wasn’t concerned about grossing anyone out. He was in decent enough shape, but he spent all his time in the OR, not in a gym. His stomach was flat, but it lacked the definition that Quick’s had. His arms were lean, but not toned. He was just him. But Quick caressed him like he was the most beautiful man in the world.

“I can’t wait any longer. I need to feel you.”

“Yes. God, yes.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Quick tried to get himself under control, so he could give Cayson the best loving of his life. But his nerves were riding him hard. He hoped that his shaking was perceived as anticipation and not something else. He didn’t want his special doctor to be uncomfortable.