Chapter 24
Colt
Colt watched Ella walk toward the ladies’ room, a calculated gleam in her dark eyes. For the past half-hour she and John had been making small talk, while Colt drank and occasionally said ‘yeah’ and ‘uh huh.’ Then the conversation swiftly changed and became calculated and assessing. Ella established that they were drunk, single and interested. John determined that Ella was sober enough, recently divorced and looking for a brag-worthy hook-up. That was fair enough, they weren’t after anything honorable either.
Ella suggested an out of order bathroom upstairs and Colt was quietly relieved they didn’t have to go to a hotel. He was happy for this to be as cheap and nasty as it would look to any outsider. Maybe to themselves. Ella went up first, ‘to get ready’ whatever that involved and they followed, locking the door behind them.
John kissed her first, just as he’d approached her first. Usually that was Colt’s job, getting them all warmed up. Tonight was different. He didn’t want to take the lead. He wanted the sensations with the minimal amount of human interaction possible.
“Stone,” John growled his hands working their way down the buttons on Ella’s shirt. “Get over here.”
He came up behind Ella and kissed her neck. She tasted like a stranger. She smelled sweet like cherry cough syrup. Her nipples were hard and she was breathing through her mouth. Colt didn’t feel like he was breathing at all.
John peeled off her top while Colt unsnapped her bra. His cock was getting hard, his hands were plucking nipples, his mouth was kissing skin. Everything was moving with the jolty, sped-up quality of drunkenness.
He knew exactly where this was going, he’d been there a million and one times before. He’d go first, then John, back and forth and front and back. They’d build the pressure slowly, make Ella come until she was good and satisfied then he would empty himself in her mouth or a thin plastic skin inside her body with John taking her at the same time.
“So it’s your birthday right?” Ella dropped to her knees in front of him, hands on his belt. “Lemme give you a present.”
Colt wanted to tell her it wasn’t his birthday and even if it was he’d already been given the best present in the world but he made his head shut up and leaned back against the bathroom wall.
“That’s it,” John said, his hand fisted in Ella’s hair. “Suck it good and he’ll put it in your pussy. That’s what you want, huh?”
“Yes,” she sighed. “Fuck yes.”
John had a knack for picking women who got off on domination, casting himself as her temporary Mr. Grey and Colt as a kind of spare dick/co-conspirer. He’d never minded it in the past and he didn’t mind it now, except that when Ella’s cold hands reached into his briefs he pretended they were smaller, warmer hands. And when she commented on the length and weight of his cock he conjured up another accent. And when he felt the first wet tentative kisses on his cock he imagined they were other lips. It was easier that way. Better. At least it was until the sensation stopped.
“What’d you say to me?” Ella demanded.
“Huh?”
She scowled up at him. “You just called me your buddy’s name. I thought you said you guys were straight.”
“We are! And I didn’t!”
Ella stood up and jabbed a finger in his chest. “Then who the fuck is Daniel?”
Realization hit him. “Oh. I just called you Daniel?”
“Yeah, you did.”
“It was…an accident?”
Why was he saying the truth like it was a question? Colt looked at John for support but he was leaning against the hand-dryer, palm over his eyes. Clearly John thought he’d fucked this situation in the ass and there wasn’t a chance of unfucking it. The look in Ella’s eyes implied the same thing. She yanked on her top, stuffing her bra into her handbag. “I didn’t sign up for this Brokeback Mountain shit. I’m going.”
“Sorry,” Colt called after her.
“Fuck you, faggot!”
“Shit.” He turned to John, who was still leaning up against the dryer. “I screwed that up, huh?”
“We both did. I should have known that would happen.” John let his hand fall to his side exposing blank, heavily hooded eyes. “Come on, let’s go home.”
They considered driving the SUV back to Castle by the Sea but both of them were too cut to risk it. They hired an Uber, as they’d always half-intended to do, agreeing to pick up the car the next day. The trip back was tense. Colt was so nervous he hardly felt drunk. Beside him John was staring out of the window, not moving, barely blinking.
They walked up the driveway to Castle by the Sea, the security lights illuminating around them as they registered movement. The harsh glare made Colt feel excruciatingly exposed and more than a little seedy. He thought about what might be waiting for him and John inside and his hangover seemed to punch in early. Be asleep Dani, he thought. Please, dear God, be asleep.
No such fucking luck.
It seemed like the instant they were back inside the bunker they could hear Daniel and Dick-Piercing going at it on the monitors; it was all porno sound effects, slapping bodies, male grunting, the noises Daniel made when they were in the shower together. Colt hated the way his head swam with arousal but it was hard not to be turned on by the sound of other people fucking. At least it was for him.
“Rhodes isn’t in here,” John said heavily.
“Hope he’s in the bunkers beating off not slashing his fucking wrists somewhere,” Colt said as he tried and failed to keep his eyes from the monitors.
Daniel and her stupid fucking assfuck of a lover were clearly having a whale of a time. Even in the dim light cast by her bedside lamp he could see her room looked destroyed—the mattress was bare, her sheets strewn across the floor. The whole place was decorated with dead condoms and empty wrappers like they’d been at it for a good long while. Dick-Piercing lay flat on his back while Daniel rode him like her life depended on it, her full lips parted, hair tangled around her face.
Fuck. As much as Colt didn’t want to see this, he couldn’t look away. She was so fucking sexy, tits bouncing, ass shaking, fucking a man like she was born to do it. And Dick-Piercing, the dirty son of a bitch, had both hands clamped around her hips, helping her work herself up and down on his dirty pierced dick.
Except…
Except Dick-Piercing had a five-point star tattooed on his left hand. The hands were bare, the arms were bare, this chest was narrower, and the hair was blonder. “What the fuck?”
John realized the same thing at the same time. “That’s Seb.”
They glanced at one another, then back at the monitors.
“Hall’s car wasn’t in the driveway,” John muttered. “We didn’t notice because we’re…”
“Fucked up,” Colt finished, his eyes glued to the monitor.
At that moment Daniel arched backward and gripped Seb’s shins, fully exposing her gleaming naked torso to the camera.
“Kid looks half dead,” John rasped, adjusting himself unconsciously.
He was right. Seb was red-faced and shining with sweat, right on that line between agony and orgasm. Daniel, on the other hand, looked insanely, intensely alive, her eyes glowing like twin stars. They were moving fast and eager, two young animals taking each other as quickly as they possibly could. Colt wanted to tell Seb to slow down, that Daniel would come twice as hard if he gripped her hips and slowed his thrusts. He had no idea how to feel about this, no point of reference for how to respond. So as usual in times like this he turned to John. “What do we do?”
“I say we go and break up this little party,” John said grimly. “What do you think?”
Colt said he thought it was a good idea.
They slipped inside the house like they were on a raid, placing their feet lightly and deliberately against the hard marble floors. Colt didn’t know why they were bothering, judging by the sounds coming Daniel’s bedroom a marching band could have been coming up the hall and she and Seb wouldn’t have noticed. They certainly didn’t see the bedroom door swing open.
Daniel was still on top with her back to them. Colt could see Seb’s fingers dug into her ass so hard they would surely leave fingerprints. The four-poster was creaking like a rocking chair and the air was redolent with the smells of sex; pussy, lube, come, and sweat.
“Oh,” Daniel gasped. “Oh fuck, Seb.”
John edged forward and Colt, his eyes trained on Daniel’s ass, followed. Unlike the last time he’d busted them taking their pleasure from one another he felt no sense of betrayal. His primary concern was getting some action once John ripped the kid a new one. After all Elkin had approved it and Elkin’s disapproval and Hall’s arrival had been the only thing standing between him and the girl he wanted more than he’d ever wanted another.
“Oh yeah, I’m gonna come,” Seb chanted, his voice strained. “Fuck, Dani, imonnacome. Please don’t…SHIT!”
Seb caught locked eyes with John and sat up so quickly Daniel almost went flying.
“Evening kid.” John leaned up against one of the four-poster’s pillars, where he’d looked like a zombie in the cab he looked utterly alive now, color on his cheeks and pale fire burning in his eyes. “Having fun?”
Seb cupped the back of Daniel’s neck and pulled her close to his chest. “John…boss…”
“Want us to come back in ten?” Colt suggested, leaning on the opposite pillar. “You want us to let you blow your load before we discuss why the fuck you’re in here fucking our prisoner?"
Seb went purple and Colt felt like the best kind of asshole. He wasn’t jealous of the kid, but the fucker was still going to suffer for getting his behind their backs. For being the first one to sleep with Daniel.
“I didn’t—” Seb began.
“Shut up,” said John pleasantly. “You’ll only make it worse.”
Colt had been wondering why Daniel hadn’t said anything yet but as she turned to them, her eyes glazed, her mouth slack he realized with a thud to his stomach that it was because she was completely and utterly fuck-drunk.
“Hey guys,” she said parting swollen, well-kissed lips. “This entire night has been insane. Can you believe Seb’s ex said he wasn’t any good in bed?”
Colt laughed.
“Be quiet,” John snarled. “We’ll deal with you in a minute,” he said turning his head towards Daniel.
She yawned. “Chill out, Man Pain. How was the pub? Let me guess, you drank a lot of whiskey and didn’t talk about your feelings.”
“Oh, we talked about our feelings,” Colt chipped in, unable to resist.
Daniel turned and smiled at him like she was seeing him for the first time. “Hey, Tarzan.”
Colt shoved his hands in his pockets and grinned like an idiot. “Hey, pretty girl. You been having fun, huh?”
She nodded slyly. “You know, I think you should—
John interrupted her. “Kid, pull that girl off your prick right now or I’ll take her off.”
The promise of Colt somehow working himself onto the bed shattered as Seb hugged Daniel tighter to his chest. “Be as mad as you want with me, John, but don’t take this out on Daniel.”
“Dead Eyes isn’t mad at you,” Daniel mumbled into his chest. “He’s mad at himself. And the army.”
Seb glanced nervously up at them. “Darlin’, please don’t wind him up.”
“But he and Tarzan ruined our fun.”
Colt bristled at the accusation. “Where the hell’s Dick-Piercing anyway?”
Daniel fixed him with her sleepy, slitted eyes. “How do you know Jem has a dick piercing?”
“Because the smug little shit told us about it, where’d he go?”
“Away. For reasons of irreconcilable differences.”
“And Seb here was generous enough to step in and scratch your itch?” John said.
“Pretty much.” Daniel’s gaze flickered from him to Colt. “Have you been kissing someone, Tarzan?”
“Wh- No.”
“You have lip gloss staining the shit out of your neck.”
Colt clapped a hand to his skin and when he pulled it away three fingertips were tainted purple, damning as DNA on a murder weapon. “It wasn’t…I didn’t…”
“Make out with a person wearing an absurd amount of Technicolor mouth goop? Is that your official position or should you maybe have a rethink?”
Colt face went hot. When had that happened? He’d only kissed the girl the once and he couldn’t remember her touching his neck at all.
“But wait, there’s more,” Daniel said loudly. “Not to go all Sherlock Temple on your arses—”
“Holmes,” Seb corrected.
“Sure, that. But, the plot thickens.” Daniel pointed at John. “There’s a second mouth-stain on the underside of Mr. Blackwood’s jaw.”
“Bullshit,” John said, but Daniel was right, there was an identical purplish smear on next to John’s chin.
“Well, well, well,” Daniel said like an asshole sheriff in a movie, she turned on Seb’s lap to face them making the kid’s eyes go glassy. “So it was a party for three, huh? That’s interesting.”
Colt scowled at Daniel. How had she, still impaled on Seb’s cock, managed to get the upper hand here?
“We’re not the ones who were all set to spend the night banging their ex-boyfriend and making us watch,” Colt began but stopped at the mutinous look on Seb’s face. Did he really want to take the moral high ground here? Act like he hadn’t known some zipless fuck was a bad idea from the start?
No. No, he’d rather have Daniel.
“Sorry Dani,” he said at once. “Nothing happened with Ella and us. We couldn’t go through with—”
“Shut up.” John moved toward the bed. “Rhodes, you had your fun get out of the girl or you’re fired.”
“Rhodes,” Daniel said, cupping Seb’s cheeks. “Fuck me.”
“That’s enough,” John said in a dangerously low voice.
“Is it?” Daniel ground her hips against their rookie. “Personally I think there’s more fun to be had. Elkin said I’m allowed to bang Seb. Remember?”
“Daniel…” Seb said with a reproachful look but he didn’t try to extract himself. On the contrary his hands dropped to her hips and he subtly began rolling against her.
“The fuck are you doing, kid?” Colt asked, his mouth dry. “You’re really gonna screw her in front of us?”
“Yeah he is,” Daniel shot back. “And you’ve got a choice. Either you can join in or you can leave. You had your fun, let me have this.”
John stepped forward. “When you say ‘this’ you mean…?”
Daniel rotated her hips, so they could see where she and Seb were joined. “It’s pretty obvious what ‘this’ is, Man Pain. Though if you’re unsure you could always ask purple lipstick lady to explain it to you.”
Colt saw John’s nostrils flare and realized Daniel knew exactly what she was doing. She was trying to provoke John into giving her what she wanted and from the glitter in his eyes she might just get it. Colt’s heart leapt and he resolved to shut up and let this tantalizing situation unfold.
“You really wanna do this?” John snarled. “You really wanna fuck my rookie in front of me?”
Daniel’s smile was pure uncut evil. “He’s my rookie now, Blackwood. Unless you want to do something about it.”
Even half-cut and so horny he could barely think Colt had to admire Daniel’s balls.
John was staring at her with a mixture of hunger and fury. “It’ll only be once. You understand that?”
Daniel raised a shoulder and dropped it. “C’est’la vie,” she said but Colt could see triumph in her eyes.
“Saying yes means you agree to let me control everything that comes next.”
Daniel smirked at him. “Why?”
“Because I fucking said so,” John snapped.
“Then I guess if the rest of the boys are happy with that…”
John turned to face him. “You okay with it?”
“Yeah,” he said, his gaze on Daniel’s ass. “I know the drill. I’m happy to share, long as I get what I want.”
John glanced at Seb. “You okay with this? You understand how it’s gonna go down? You follow orders or it’s gonna get ugly.”
“But—” Daniel protested.
“Not what you agreed to Schwartz. Kid?”
Seb nodded. “I understand.”
“Good. Now pull out and go do the job I gave you before you decided to come in here and gorge yourself on pussy that isn’t yours.”
There was a soft sucking sound that made Colt wince and the smell of sex filled the room even more acutely, the tang of feminine arousal. Seb stood, tugging off the condom. Colt could see bite marks and deep red scratches raked across his chest and shoulders alongside the occasional pimple. He was so fucking young. John bent down and threw him his jeans, which he began pulling on.
“Um…” Daniel’s face was a mixture of arousal and unease. “What exactly is happening right now?”
“Seb’s leaving,” John said calmly. “He’s gonna go back to the monitors and watch what happens next like a good boy.”
“Why?”
John rounded on her, his pale eyes gleaming. “Because there’s a chain of command around here and Seb’s right down the bottom of it. Aren’t you, kid?”
Seb flushed deeply as he buckled his belt. Colt wouldn’t have said it out loud but he had a feeling the kid liked being bossed around. Not in a gay way, more in a…humiliation kind of way. Like those guys who got off on men screwing their girlfriends in front of them. John seemed to know it, too.
“If he behaves himself he’ll get to come back down and finish what the two of you started. That is if he can stop himself from jerking while he watches.”
“Why can’t he watch from here?” Daniel asked.
John threw Seb his t-shirt. “Because your pretty boy’s got amends to make, don’t you, Rhodes?”
Seb looked from Daniel to John and nodded again.
“Leave,” John said. “I’ll call you when it’s time to come back.”
Seb kissed Daniel’s cheek. “Bye darlin’.”
“Bye,” Daniel said, looking a little unnerved. “You were amazing.”
Seb smiled and with a last look at her he left, his scratch covered back the last thing Colt saw before John slammed the door shut. The room suddenly seemed twice as big, full of possibilities. John turned to him. “You wanna reconcile, do it fast.”
Colt didn’t need to be told twice. Without even taking off his shoes he threw himself on top of Daniel and buried his face in her neck, too drunk and turned on to conceal the emotions blaring out of him at full volume. To his relief she giggled and pulled him closer. “Affectionate drunk, Tarzan?”
“For now,” he mumbled into her neck. “I’ll get mean later. Baby, I’m so sorry about the lipstick. Nothing happened and it was fucking terrible and—”
She pushed a finger to his lips. “I don’t care about that, Colt, I swear I don’t. I’m…I’m sorry I said all the stuff to you in the shower. I freaked out or something. I don’t know. I’m better now. I have options.”
Colt didn’t quite understand what she was saying but he liked that she sounded happy. He kissed her again, wet and deep. “I’m glad we made it back here, baby.”
“Me too.”
“Right, that’s enough.” John towered over both of them. “You still want this, Schwartz, me in charge?”
She smirked at him. “You’re going to make me beg, aren’t you?”
“Eventually,” John said, sounding almost bored. “What’s your answer?”
Colt wasn’t fooled. He remembered every word of the conversation they’d had at the bar and he could hear the worry tweaking at the edges of John’s voice. He was scared she’d say no.
Colt figured he’d help Daniel make her decision by sucking her nipples. He circled one plump areola with his tongue, conscious that Seb had been doing the same thing only minutes ago and felt a familiar stab of arousal at the idea. Her body rose up against him, as responsive as it had been in the shower.
“Schwartz,” John barked. “What’s your answer?”
Colt sucked a little harder, drawing on her nipple. C’mon honey, say yes, say yes, say yes.
“Um…Can I have a safe word?” Daniel breathed.
“Yes. But if you use it everything ends,” John said. “You’re not gonna control us by turning the game off and on when you feel like it. Saying yes means you do what I tell you to do or we both leave, understood?”
She glanced up at Colt, her eyes bleary. “Can you not be turning me on while I think about this?”
Colt slid a hand between them and stroked her clit, plump and swollen from Seb’s attentions. “That better?”
“No.” Daniel pursed her lips. “What’s my safe word?”
John thought for a moment. “Passionfruit.”
“What about bananarama instead?”
“Colt?” John snapped.
Smirking Colt withdrew his hands and clambered off the bed. He liked John’s games. He had a feeling Daniel would as well. Eventually.
“Hey! Come back!” she said, her eyes flying open.
“We’re not your wide-eyed farm boy, Schwartz. Play nice or we’ll do things you don’t like. Understand?”
Daniel glanced between the two of them and seemed to make up her mind. “Fine. We’ll do it your way.”
“And your safe word?”
“Passionfruit.” Daniel’s mouth worked, like she was trying to forcibly stop herself from adding something else.
“Good.” John pushed off the bedframe. “I’m gonna go get some things, Colt. Eat her out ‘til I get back, and make sure she doesn’t come.”