Abduction (70 page)

“So chivalry is dead.” Gordon said to Jeremy, with, Vaughn thought, a tinge of real disappointment. “Be a good boy and go assist her.” Again the irrefutable quiet of the irresistible imperative. There was a stare down, Jeremy with a flexed jaw and heaving chest, Gordon still, his posture easy, a faint grin bending the corner of his mouth. “Go on, sweet.”

Looking resigned, Jeremy stood, a sheath of water falling from his torso, smooth except for a dark swath of hair between his pecs and a tame but determined line to paradise, then rose from the tub, being careful, it seemed to Vaughn, to keep his back 637

to them. The guy was so bashful, Vaughn didn't follow him into the house with his eyes, but turned his gaze back on Gordon. He wasn't watching Jeremy's departure toward the house, either. He was watching Vaughn. It amused Vaughn, provoked his curiosity, that considering gaze of Gordon's.

“Do you think I'm a jerk?”

In reply Vaughn just raised an interrogatory eyebrow.

“For such a gregarious kid, Jeremy's excruciatingly shy about certain things. I'm sure you've noticed, I sort of get off on pushing that. But it's not mean-spirited. Hard as it is on him, when I push him like that, part of him loves it. He's flat out admitted it.” In the pause Gordon seemed to be gauging Vaughn before he added, “He gets as hot, being made a spectacle, as I get doing that to him.”

Again, that tightness in his balls, like they were being gently squeezed, and that heat swirling through him.

“I'd be sorry, and he'd never forgive me,” Gordon went on, “if I did anything to fuck up his friendship with Dev. Or made it weird for the four of us. So give me the red light if I veer off into ick territory.”

“All right.”

Vaughn was amused, and even though he'd already answered 'no' in his head to the question he thought Gordon might be about to ask, just the strangeness of the turn the night seemed to be taking, the way Gordon was looking—not with hunger, Vaughn thought, but just wired and eager for...what...an exciting night? An interesting existence? Something, anyway, was causing that stiffening, that swelling. He could have willed it away, but he let it come on.

Gordon smiled. “Have you ever fucked Devan in front of other people? Another person?”

Not what he'd expected. Vaughn smiled, but didn't answer the question.

“Well,” Gordon laughed, “you don't look horrified. Or even shocked.”

“No,” Vaughn said, amused at Gordon's effort at sounding him.

“I'm in a mood,” Gordon said in a conspiratorial hush. “If you'd enjoy it, if you think Devan would like it, I thought Jeremy and I might put on a little show for you guys.” Full on hard on now. Vaughn was a little surprised.

“That particular smile tells me you're in,” Gordon said, looking more and more lit up. “How about Dev? I mean, I don't want to do it if she'd just be okay with it.

Just...accepting. Only if she'd really get off on it.”

“She'll be unsure, if Jeremy seems too reluctant. But if he's into it—“ The sound of the door opening pulled Vaughn's gaze to the house. Dev emerged, nude and pale yellow under the incandescent porch light, and Jeremy followed close after; both carried a drink in each hand, and Jeremy turned back to swing the door shut with his foot.

“If he's into it,” Vaughn spoke softly, counting on the hum of the jets and the turbulence of the water to give his voice cover, “I guarantee you she'll think anything the two of you might do to each other is fucking delicious.” That got a raised eyebrow and a grin Vaughn had never seen before as two pink columns with lime garnishes materialized in front of him. He took the glasses from Devan and she plunked down beside him.

“What?” she said intimately, searching his face.

“What?” Jeremy's voice carried over the tiny sea.

While he took a long drink of the pink pulpy boozy cocktail, Gordon's eyes were fixed on the other's face, knocking Jeremy further and further off kilter. Some huge fist seemed to be closing, closing on Vaughn's whole body, straining his chest, his gut, his cock as Gordon set his glass aside and fixed all his attention on Jeremy and Jeremy seemed to stop breathing, his eyes widening apprehensively. He knew something was coming.

Gordon rose to perch on the edge of the tub, his stiff cock pointing up toward his left nipple. All shaved. And another piercing, a silver barbell, there at the apex of his ball sack.

“Gordon,” Jeremy breathed. “Please.”

From his perch above Gordon reached down and caressed Jeremy's cheek, giving him a tender smile. Then he raised his gaze. To Devan. His tender smile widened and his breath seemed to speed up. When Vaughn looked, Devan's parted lips and pumping chest drove another hot wave through his body.

“Sshhhh,” Gordon was gazing down at Jeremy, now. “Be my good boy.” Gordon stroked Jeremy's wet hair with his long, delicate fingers. Not talking, now.

Not pulling or pushing. Waiting him out. Jeremy's back was to him and Dev, and Vaughn thought he was either shaking or maybe crying. But then Jeremy moved toward Gordon, into the V of his thighs, Gordon smiling down on him, caressing his face, his neck. A few still moments with no sound but the motors driving the jets and the sloshing water. Then Gordon sucked in a breath and his lax fingers flexed and curled into Jeremy's hair as Jeremy sank down on Gordon's cock.

A hot bolt shot through Vaughn's groin at the sight of Jeremy's lips sliding down Gordon's hard length. When he looked over, Devan was watching, panting, no trace of worry marring her look of rapt arousal.

“That's my good boy,” Gordon sighed, raking his fingers through the other's hair.

“Jeremy has been trained,” Gordon told them in a strained voice. “If I let him see my cock, and I'm hard, he goes down on me. Unless or until I tell him not to.” Gordon's belly quivered in and out while Jeremy worked over his hard cock with his wet, avid mouth.

“You are my good boy, aren't you?” he sighed down to Jeremy then. “Even in front of them. I wish you could see their faces, Jeremy.”

A little cruel, not saying more than that. Leaving it open.

Vaughn caught his breath, stifled a grunt; a fist seemed to grip his heart as Dev's hand brushed against the underside of his prick. She made a soft little noise, then, at finding him hard, and Gordon locked a feral look on them. Dev's fingers curled in a loose circle and caressed him under the water. For some reason he didn't want that, though. He drew her hand away and pulled her onto his lap, kissed her shoulder, half-veiled under thick strands of her wet hair. As his cock settled along the cleft of her ass he shuddered but kept silent. Under the water he cupped a breast in one hand and brought the other to her sex and she sighed out loud. Maybe so Jeremy would know.

And maybe that had done something because the next second Gordon grunted out loud and then sucked a hard breath in through his teeth.

It seemed like everything that had been happening—from the start when they'd all stripped in front of each other—had been working on Dev because her wetness had already made its way down and all her delicate inner folds were slick to his first touch.

When he brushed a finger over her nipple and worked his finger back and forth along the length of her slick slit she gasped—out loud, again—and with her back pressed to his chest Vaughn could feel how she was panting.

“Devan. Is Vaughn touching you?” Gordon growled, his head hanging down but his eyes turned up, watching them from under his brow. That was for Jeremy. Because from Gordon's vantage there could be no mistaking.

“Yes,” sweet Dev sighed, her voice quivering over that single syllable.

The next second Vaughn saw Gordon's thick pink cock slip free of Jeremy's mouth, watched as he tongued the silver jewelry, the metal bouncing under the flicking tongue, tugging at the flesh where it was embedded. Then Jeremy put the O of his lips to one of Gordon's balls, and sucked him into his mouth, driving a shudder through Gordon's belly and getting a grunt and a sigh as he drew the second ball into his mouth.

Dev's hot, slick cunt nursed at the finger he'd slid into her. He kept it deep inside her, pumping against her pubis, working her clit and her depth without losing all her silken moisture to the hot tub. When he caught her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and slowly increased the pressure, little by little, she started in on a long, humming whine, wiggling over the finger embedded in her cunt. That frustrated writhing of hers was torturing him as her ass flexed and slid against his aching cock.

“Soon,” Gordon grunted, the lax gentleness of his fingers as he stroked Jeremy's forehead and temples a striking contrast to his hard, wiry body, the flex of his jaw, the fierce look of his eyes, fixed on the mouth swallowing his cock.

Jeremy was working fervently on the tip of the other's cock, sliding his lips down the shaft for a moment, then rising up to nurse at the head again while his hand 642

massaged Gordon's balls. Then Gordon sobbed out, “Now, now!” and Jeremy brought his mouth back until his lips were closed in a tight O just at the joint behind the head and Gordon groaned out, his thighs shuddering, the weave of muscles across his abdomen going in and out of relief. Then Gordon went limp and slid down into his lover's arms, sighed at his ear, “My good, sweet boy. Jeremy.” They locked eyes for a moment, then Gordon said, “Are you?” and Jeremy nodded and Gordon smiled and said softly, “Good. Good,” kissed Jeremy's neck, his jaw, the lobe of his ear, then said, “Give it back to me now,” and kissed the other's lips, parting them, sealing their mouths together.

Vaughn's shock was like little punch to the stomach—jarring but fleeting.

Now Gordon was smiling and looking into Jeremy's eyes—tenderly, Vaughn thought—and giving sweet little kisses. But then Gordon's expression went stern and Jeremy's softness calcified again and Vaughn caught his breath.

“Stand up, Jeremy.” Gordon's voice was so low Vaughn barely heard.

Jeremy didn't say anything back. There was just the faint protesting movement of his head.

“Yes, sweet. Stand up. Here.”

Gordon coaxed Jeremy into position, and when Jeremy was standing on the seat he'd knelt on to suck Gordon off, Gordon gripped his lover's ass and pulled him to his mouth. Jeremy stayed silent, and Vaughn couldn't see his face. But his cock was hard like a length of pipe as Gordon drew him between his lips, and after just a moment or two of getting sucked Jeremy's thighs were shaking, the fists hanging at his side and his 643

ass clenched tight. When Vaughn heard a low moaning sound, it took him a minute to realized it was Gordon groaning around the cock in his mouth.

Then all Gordon's moaning and Jeremy's stiff, silent quivering stopped. Gordon leaned against his lover, his cheek pressed to the other's thigh. Then he went at him again until he was shaking again. Then stopped.

“Don't be naughty, Jeremy. Take your pleasure like you do.”

“Gordon. Please,” Jeremy whispered, and something about that pathetic little plea drove a searing bolt of want through Vaughn's cock.

“Go on, Jeremy. Poor Devan needs to come, and I can see Vaughn's keeping her in suspense until you get going.”

Dev's face was hidden from Vaughn, but when Jeremy turned his head a little for one furtive glance back over his shoulder, whatever he saw there carved a furrow on his brow and provoked a soft little sound from him. When he turned back on Gordon, he gathered a thick tuft of bleached hair into his fist at the crown of the other's head, and as Gordon closed his eyes and sighed, Jeremy drove his cock into Gordon's mouth with a slow but deep, determined push of his hips against the counter movement of his hand pulling Gordon to him.

More than anything that had happened so far that night, Vaughn was surprised at how Jeremy was with Gordon now. Hips thrusting, fists holding hostage, dragging his mouth down hard on his pumping cock. Jeremy was fucking Gordon's mouth. Hard.

Deep. And Gordon was digging his nails into the pale ripe flesh of Jeremy's ass, moaning around that pumping cock like his uvula was a clit and no driving thrust could go deep enough.

When Vaughn made the tiniest movement against her delicate flesh Dev's whole body flexed and she started panting, her little sound huffing out on every breath. Fuck, he loved that sound she made. High and needful.

Jesus fucking Christ, was Jeremy trying to kill Gordon? With his two fistfuls of hair he had Gordon's head pinned down hard against the edge of the tub, and he was thrusting like it was a fuck. Not fast, but going in to the hilt with determined force with every driving pump of his hips. Gordon's cock-muffled cries were sounding desperate, almost like smothered screams, but his hands were still pulling Jeremy against him, not wedged between, not struggling to get him away.

Vaughn couldn't resist bumping up under Dev's ass now and then, chafing his cock between her cheeks as he fingered her, teasing her nipples in turn, giving her nape and the tender flesh under her ear love bites. From the sounds she was making he knew she was close and he kept at her, not drawing it out, because her sounds were plainly provoking Jeremy's frenzied fucking of Gordon's mouth. Granting a kind of permission and obviously flogging him toward the edge. And she didn't bite her lips and hold her cries in, as he knew, from the cabin, she could. When her cunt squeezed his fingers in the first spasm of orgasm she let out a long, throaty whimper and sobbed through a long, abandoned convulsion of pleasure.

Were her eyes closed, Vaughn wondered as Gordon slid his hand to the cleft of Jeremy's ass and worked a finger against him, and for the first time Jeremy let his panting exhales swell with a throaty growl, and a second later he grunted, low and loud.

Gripping Gordon's head tight to him, his ass flexed and he drove his groin right against the other's face, driving his cock in to its depth. Every muscle in his arms, shoulders, 645

back, waist, ass thighs quivered as he arched back, then collapsed forward, cradling Gordon's head against him as he rode out the diminishing waves of his climax. Then, as if his skeleton had melted, Jeremy sank down into the water and Gordon caught him in his arms and held him tight to him, petting his hair and kissing his neck.