Stuff My Stocking: M-M Romance Stories that are Nice and Naughty (23 page)

“Thanks.” Greg walked back toward the cage. “We need to get you out of the damned cage, and pulling you out isn’t really an option because it would hurt you more. Can you try to move, please?”

Bobby didn’t think he could. And if scraped skin was all he took away from this, he thought he could live with it. Greg’s worry warmed his heart, though. He tried to move, but his stiff muscles screamed in protest. He moaned.

“That won’t work.” Greg walked around to the other side of the cage. “I think we should try to maneuver the blanket underneath him then pull him out.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.” Paul shuffled away from where he’d been at his feet to open the cage’s door.

More shuffling as they presumably placed the blanket where they needed it. A warm hand touched his feet and lifted them, the soft blanket touching his calves as the men pulled it up. It was slow work, and it still hurt some, but Greg and Paul kept lifting his body or parts of it and slowly the sensation of the soft blanket replaced the cold floor underneath him.

When they were done and started to pull him out, tears of happy relief escaped his still closed eyes. One man removed the gag, the other unlocked the cuffs and cut the rope his knees and ankles had been bound with. He carefully stretched is legs then moved his arms and while the pain was bad, it was bearable.

Someone covered his nakedness by folding the blanket over him. God, that felt good. He felt warmer already.

“Good, keep making small movements, it’ll help get the circulation going. Is it okay to touch you, to help you get warm?” Greg sounded hesitant.

  Yeah, well, Bobby was a mess. He wasn’t sure he’d want to touch himself at this point. But the man’s hands had felt so good on his skin before, how was he supposed to resist?

Bobby nodded.

“Yes please.” His voice was scratchy, his mouth awfully dry.

“Can you open your eyes for me?” Greg’s large warm hands started rubbing his arm, then his back, through the blanket.

A second set of hands on his claves and thighs must have been Paul joining in the effort. He was still on his side, and enjoyed being touched and restored to life for a moment, before returning to reality. He slowly opened his eyes, automatically looking for Greg’s face as he discovered the man kneeling in front of him.

“There you are!” Greg’s smile showed even white teeth and made the handsome face light up. “I’m so glad we found you.”

Yeah, I am too.

* * * *

Greg stared at the man, no, he was definitely a man now that he looked more closely. His eyes were the deepest green Greg had ever seen, his hair a tousled chocolate brown mess, and his face that of an angel. High cheekbones, a straight nose and a strong chin just waited to be sculpted.

“I’m Greg.” He smiled. “I guess you already know that. What’s your name?”

“Bobby.”

“Hi, Bobby.” Greg deepened his own smile.

He felt giddy when Bobby smiled back at him. It was one of the most hesitant smiles he had ever seen, but the dimples that appeared made the man even more attractive.

“We’re going to get you out of here. Is that okay?” Greg just wanted Bobby to get away from this depressing place, but figured it would be better to let him feel he had some control back in his life.

“Please.” Bobby nodded. “I need to take a shower.”

Greg nodded as he slid his arms under Bobby’s shoulders then his knees. Greg wanted nothing more than to take him to his place, maybe spoil him a little to help him forget his ordeal. But Bobby would have a hard time trusting anyone at this point. Hell, he might have a partner waiting for him wherever he lived.

It turned out that there was no partner, and that Bobby didn’t want to go home on his own. Paul had taken his statement while Greg held a shaking Bobby, still firmly wrapped in the blanket, in his arms. He’d begged for Greg to hold him before he started guzzling the water he’d been offered by one of the other officers. Greg had only been too glad to comply. Bobby felt right in his arms.

Oh shit, he had it bad.

“So, you think that Damon Middleton was the guy who set this all up?” Paul frowned as he continued taking notes.

“I don’t know about all of it.” Bobby tried to move even closer and Greg reveled in the feeling of giving him the physical protection he needed. “I mean, this isn’t his place or anything, and I have no idea how much he knew about what they were planning.  I never heard or saw Damon again after the club. But he was definitely in charge of reeling me in. I just wish I’d never fallen for his stupid line.”

“You couldn’t know what he had planned.” Greg was so angry at Damon, he had a hard time not tensing up. But he managed, because he didn’t want Bobby to think he was mad at him.

“No, but still. I feel pretty dumb.” Bobby turned his head into Greg’s chest.

“It was a pretty nasty thing for Damon to do.” Greg brought up his hand and stroked Bobby’s head.

“Yes, it was.” Paul nodded as he closed his notebook. “We’ll send someone to check him out. Do you want to press charges?”

Bobby hesitated. “I have to work with him.”

Greg snorted.

“But I
do
.” Bobby looked up, tears in his eyes. “It’s been hard enough to keep my job, with the restaurant losing business because of the recession. If Damon…”

“Look, I don’t know what’s going to happen once we arrest him.” Paul frowned. “But I can assure you, if you press charges, he will be arrested. That won’t exactly make his job more secure, will it?”

Bobby looked up.

“No, I guess not.” Bobby wiped his eyes and smiled. “Okay, I’ll press charges.”

“Good.” Paul nodded and got up. “Do you have anywhere you want us to drop you off?”

Greg held his breath. He didn’t even want to think of Bobby alone in his apartment. It wasn’t in a safe part of town, and Damon might have more ‘friends’ to send after Bobby for revenge.

“I don’t.” Bobby started shaking again.

“You don’t want to go home?” Paul’s eyebrows rose.

“Not really.” Bobby’s voice was so soft, Greg had to turn his head to hear him. “What if Damon goes after me?”

“My thoughts exactly.” Greg nodded and tightened his arms around Bobby. “If you want, you can always come home with me. Stay for a few days until we know what’ll happen to Damon.”

“Really?” Bobby turned up his face and looked at Greg.

“Sure.” Greg saw Paul smirk from the corner of his eye and decided to ignore his friend as long as possible.

He focused on Bobby and the excitement the thought of the younger man in his home instead. God, he wanted him so much.

“I would like that. A lot.” Bobby’s smile was radiant. Then he turned to Paul. “It’s okay for me to go with him, right?”

“As long as we know where we can reach you, it’s fine by me.” Paul nodded, back to being his professional self.

With a small detour to Bobby’s apartment so he could shower and pick up some clothes and other necessities, they soon made it to Greg’s house. Bobby was wearing tight jeans and a warm sweater that made him look totally edible. He was about a head shorter than Greg’s six feet, but well proportioned and with a tight little ass that Greg wanted to explore in great detail. As soon as possible, if not before. He had the hardest time keeping his hands to himself in the car. When Bobby slid his smaller hand into his once they’d walked into his house, Greg held on for dear life.

Dropping the duffle Bobby had brought with him in the guest room, he showed Bobby the rest of the house. Once back in the living room, the fireplace was duly admired, both of them shaking their heads at the mysterious letter-delivery that had taken place here.

“Maybe there really is a Santa Claus?” Bobby’s eyes twinkled.

“After what happened this morning and your miraculous rescue, I’m no longer going to deny the possibility.” Greg smiled and let go of Billy’s hand so he could get a fire started. “Just want to make sure it’s nice and warm.”

Bobby nodded and watched him carefully. He blushed when his stomach rumbled just as Greg turned around.

“Food?” Greg grinned.

“Please. They didn’t feed me last night.” Bobby looked at the floor.

“Bastards!” Greg got up and took a very willing Bobby into his arms. “I can’t believe they did that to you. But it’s over now, and you’re safe here.”

“I feel safe with you.” Bobby’s arms came up around Greg’s middle.

“Good.” Greg wanted to step back to give Bobby some space.

Bobby wouldn’t have it and tightened is arms.

“Bobby?” Greg whispered.

“I want to kiss you.” Bobby looked up at him, large green eyes luminous in the firelight. “I’ve wanted to ever since you came down those stairs.”

“Is this just because you’re grateful?” He couldn’t bear that. He wanted so much more from Bobby.

“No!” Bobby looked horrified. “Well, not because I’m not grateful, because I am. But I would have wanted to kiss you even if I’d met you under different circumstances.”

God, he hoped that was true.

Bobby stepped closer and tipped up his head. Greg smiled and bent down to brush the lush lips offered to him. Coming back for more, he stayed a little longer this time, waiting to see what Bobby would do. Bobby’s hands came up and slid around his neck as he stepped close enough for them to touch chest to groin. Bobby’s was already hard and that made Greg’s cock go the rest of the way in a hurry.

Man, and those soft lips on his? He took a deep breath, taking in the scent of freshly showered man with a hint of spicy cologne. Bobby had clearly gone to some trouble when he’d cleaned up. Bobby’s hot tongue came out and licked at Greg’s lips, vanishing too quickly for Greg’s taste. Greg tightened his embrace and opened his mouth, letting his tongue reciprocate, but withdrawing as soon as Bobby’s came back out to play. They went back and forth like that a few more times before Greg couldn’t stand it anymore.

He slid a hand up along Bobby’s back to cradle the back of his head, holding him in place for a real kiss. Bobby opened on a sigh with the next bout of probing and Greg dove into the hot cavern of his mouth for a very thorough exploration. Bobby responded by stroking his tongue in slow, playful touches while grinding his lower body into Greg’s until they were both breathless with arousal.

Man, Bobby was a little tiger once let loose. Greg pulled back to look into his soon-to-be-lover’s eyes. He needed to be sure they both wanted this.

Bobby’s pupils were already dilated and his breath came in quick gasps.

“Naked?” Bobby managed to look hopeful and sexy at the same time.

“If you’re sure…” Greg grinned when Bobby nodded vigorously. “Let me just get some stuff.”

Bobby finally stepped back, but started taking of his sweater immediately. He revealed a lightly furry chest with small pink nipples. His abs were flat, and the bulge in his jeans was clearly outlined. Greg wanted to sink to his knees and get a taste.

“Stuff?” Bobby toed off his shoes.

“Bossy much?” Greg grinned to take the sting out of the words. It was incredibly arousing to know that Bobby wanted this as much as he did.

Bobby shook his head as he continued to get undressed. “I just know what I want.”

Yeah, that made two of them.

* * * *

Bobby almost laughed at the clearly torn expression on Greg’s face. It was gratifying to see how much the other man liked his body as it was revealed. But damn it, he wanted him to get the stuff. He needed to put last night’s horrors behind him, and what better way than to spend some up close and personal time with his dream man. However long he was going to be allowed to stay with Greg was going to be too short anyway.

Greg finally tore himself away, raced up the stairs, and made it back downstairs in record time.

Bobby had used the time to spread a couple of blankets over the soft rug in front of the fireplace.

“Nice.” Greg grinned and started tearing his clothes off, dropping them onto the heap Bobby had started.

The man was absolutely gorgeous. The broad shoulders and wide chest were just waiting to be licked. His dark brown nipples were already erect, as was his substantial cock. It was dripping pre-cum and was begging for attention. Bobby didn’t lose any time, sank to his knees and gave the organ a quick lick before taking it in hand for some more detailed exploration.

“Man, that feels good.” Greg’s voice had gone even deeper than normal.

Bobby licked around the flared head making sure he spent some time on the sensitive spot just under the glans. The slightly salty flavor exploded on his tongue when he finally closed his lips around the tip and started sucking the stiff shaft into his mouth. He couldn’t take all of it, so he closed his fingers around the rest and started sliding him in and out of his mouth. Greg gripped his hair and held on as he drove the man wild.

It felt better than ever before. Bobby was sure that had something to do with the fact that for the first time in his life he felt something for the man other than pure lust. He brought up his free hand and started fondling the heavy balls.

“Enough.” Greg pulled back, his eyes glazed as he stared down at Bobby. “You’re going to make me come if you don’t stop. Is that what you really want?”

He shook his head.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” Greg’s eyes were hooded, and there was such emotion in his voice.

“I want you to make love to me.” Fuck, when would he learn to think before he spoke? Way to scare the man away. He could feel himself blush.

“I would like that too.” Greg smiled and knelt down.

Oh, thank God. He wasn’t the only one falling for an almost-stranger. As far as he could see, it was all Adara’s fault anyway, for sending that letter. He was going to have to find out how to send her a thank-you note.

All those thoughts flew out the window when Greg took him into those strong arms again. Shit, the man could kiss. Greg’s warm hand slid down his back, cupped an ass cheek and started kneading. Changing cheeks, he brought the other one to the same level of tingling excitement before slipping a thick finger into the crack, sliding downward until he touched his hole.

“Yes.” Bobby pushed back.