Antidote (Don't) (26 page)

“Jack?”

Chair pushed back, I stumbled into the downstairs bathroom, and the porcelain goddess took my homage, the taste that hit my throat a mixture of liquid acid mixed with that gritty painkiller feel. Looking didn’t help. It had that dog food appearance, brown mush, with a smell that was just as bad. “Fuck.”

“Easy, easy.” Vince rubbed at my back. I was well into the land of dry heaving coughs and it threatened to tear my ribs and lungs apart. “Soup,” Vince murmured angrily. “I should have just given you soup. Fuck. I’m sorry, Jack.” A strong grip under my arm pulled me to my feet and my weight was taken. “C’mon, back to bed.”

“Clean up,” I mumbled, looking back toward the dining room.

“It can wait, kid. I’ll do it later.” Vince huffed, shifting my weight slightly as he tugged me back through the kitchen. “Let’s get you settled down.”

I hit the softness of the mattress upstairs and let my arm fall over my face as Vince pulled the covers over us both. “It’s been a long morning, Jack. We’ll just rest up for a few hours, yeah?”

“Hmmmm,” I mumbled, then—

“Fuck,” said Vince, and he was suddenly gone, out of the bed. The TV flicked on. The bed took his shape again, then he was back in snuggling up to me, the covers pulled over us. “It’s getting on for three.” Vince sniffed and rested a hand on my stomach. “Queen’s Speech is on.”

Sure enough a run of music declared just that and I groaned. Giving a pat at my stomach, Vince chuckled. “I know you hate this shit, but I like to see how the other half live. I grew up moving from home to home, living the council life.” Another pat. “Unlike some spoilt princess here, eh?”

A sob escaped, one small enough to jerk my body, but not really knowing why or where it came from. Something about council-bred, about running away from any fights, too soft to stand and fight.

Vince didn’t look too soft to stand and fight. It fucking hurt too much knowing that.

“Hey.” Vince tugged my arm away and brought his body on top of mine, nearly pushing me deep into the mattress with the weight and making me try to jerk free. “It’ll be alright, kid.” A wipe came at my cheek, at the tear that had fallen. “You’re doing good. Real good.”

A feather of thick lips went to my throat, the odd nip of teeth. “Let me make it good for you, Jack, if only for just a few moments. Please.” Vince’s hands interlocked mine, drawing them up the bed. “Hmmmmm. You look fucking gorgeous in this suit.”

Another run of kisses came, this time at my jaw. It didn’t make me shift my throat; he didn’t have permission to touch—

“Will you let me make it good for you, Jack?” He sounded so quiet. “I need you to say you’re okay with this.” His leg parted mine, and I felt him swell against my hip. Fuck, was he big. “Please,” whispered Vince. More kisses moved down to my collarbone, kissing, nipping. “Tell me you want me.”

Hands traced down my arms, then my sides as he worked his kisses onto my stomach, just ruffling up the shirt to start with, moving gentle strokes up, down with his touch. Then he started to unbutton my shirt, a kiss following each undone button as he eased the soft material open.

“Mmmmm.” A tongue licked at one nipple, leaving it wet against the cold air before teeth nipped. “You want me, don’t you, Jack?” Letting his free hand sneak inside my trousers, he brushed against my boxers, then bit at my other nipple, making me cry out. I blushed, the fuck did I blush. “Oh yeah,” heat filled his voice now, “look at this. You want me, all right.”

Giving a tug just behind my ass, Vince inched my trousers over my hips, taking my boxers with it, and then his mouth was on my cock as it hit my abs.

“Christ.” I groaned, my arm going over my face, hiding from how he made me feel, a basic kid’s reaction of see no evil, hear no evil: everything pushed away, especially how uneasy I felt with having Vince sucking on my cock. All his noises, flick of tongue against my slit, so right in many ways, wrong in so many others.

A kiss went to my shaft. “Beautiful, kid. Thank you.” Vince slid his huge body up mine, hard friction against my groin, hips, then lips tasted mine, and I tasted myself.

“Let me fuck you, Jack.”

I frowned, my arm still hiding it.

“Tell me you’re not interested in taking me,” he dipped his hips, “I’ll leave you alone.”

I needed ties to council-bred skills, to soft brown eyes, to a tender soul, to calm, to control, to a darker soul that contrasted so fucking perfectly with council-bred skills—

I hid in Vince’s shoulder and pulled him down before slipping my arms around his neck. “Better Dom up, make it fucking good,” I mumbled.

“Jack, yeah. That’s it.” There was a rush to get my trousers pushed down and off, a rush for him to get his cock against my skin. I didn’t look, fuck knows feeling its threat was enough to have me tensing. Vince slicked up his fingers, then rubbed them up and down my ass, my legs now parted by one of his. “I’ve missed this,” breathed Vince.

Grabbing his cock, he guided it to my slicked up ass and I instantly put a hand on his hip, stopping him. “Johnny.” Panic was there, one that had life fading into grey around me.

Vince just laughed. “We’ve been doing bareback for years.” And his first push in with his tip made me cry out, that feel of thick head stretching muscle, filling and pushing through the sting, pushing past my body’s own instinctive reaction to push him out. “Don’t need no johnny.” The length fucking killed my stomach let alone my ass as it slid in root deep. Sex came hard; quick rabbit strokes that had me grunting more pain than pleasure.

“Feel my arms, Jack.”

“Huh?” I breathed. Raised up, Vince kept looking at one arm, the other, muscles all tensing with every move his hips made. “Fucking feel that muscle there, our kid.” The next hard fuck pushed through the pain, forcing me to groan confusion.

“Yeah. Open them baby greys, Jack.”

Like fuck.

“Look at me.”

Heat reddened Vince’s face, down to his collarbone, sweat dampened his brow, and the fact a brown stain leaked down at his temple from his hairline didn’t stop what was going through my body.

“Yeah, that’s it. You remember me in here.” He fucked in my ass once, twice, now pinning my hands down just above my head. “Like that, Jack?”

Someone else was above me, smiling, so close to orgasm as I’d hid in the covers, someone else holding my cock, encouragement, slow—gentle. “Fuck, Vince. C’mon, baby.” He did and I arched underneath him, meeting his body with mine as I came, riding the heat of Vince’s cock as he increased his speed, grunting out his come just after I’d called his name. Vince’s weight crashed down a minute later and kisses and bites showed appreciation. Hands squeezed my ass cheeks, my hips, making me wince. “You keep that in your head, Jack,” he breathed heavily. “You remember how good my cock can make you feel. How quick it can make you come.”

The comedown drained me of everything pretty quickly, pulling me under fast. I barely felt Vince slip to my side, hand pulling me close and onto my side as I started to fall asleep.

“No more dreams, Jack. Not about, Jan. That’ll keep him at bay.” A kiss went to my head. “I hope to God he lets you find some fucking peace for tonight...”

But soft brown eyes blinked back at me from over by the wall, and I blinked in return. Jan was back, bound with his hands above his head, tears streaking his face as he continuously shook his head, always shaking his head. Or maybe he was just shaking, period.

Don’t...

...touch him.

Head twisting away, I closed my eyes.

“You okay?”

I looked down at Vince, aware of his come sliding down my ass.

“Christ, Jack. You feel like you have a baseball bat up your ass.” He eased up off me. “What’s wrong?”

“Clean,” I mumbled. “Off.”

“Clean?” Vince gripped at my arm and sat me up. “You’re saying this,” he ran a finger in the line of come, then wiped it on my cheek, “is dirty? ’Cause it just looks damn sexy to me. I like seeing my come between your thighs after I’ve fucked you.”

“Dreams.” My fingers, digging so hard into the mattress, were hurting now. “Clean. Need to—”

Vince reached over and picked up the juice. Where the hell had the juice come from? “Okay, now I know you’re nuts. Take this instead. This needing to be clean shit, it’s pissing me off now.”

I looked towards the en suite, towards the towels I knew that hid in there. “I need....”

“Drink,” said Vince. “I bet I can get you back to sleep without cleaning your abs down. Then maybe you’ll see how this fever is just playing shit with your head.” He put the drink in my hand, even lifted it to my mouth. I took a sip, then downed it in one just to distract myself from looking at the en suite. A ruffle went to my hair and the motion caused my head to spin. The glass went on the bedside unit for fear of it breaking on the floor.

“Jan still here?” he said and I risked a quick glance over my shoulder. Only shadows hugged the creeping darkness and I sighed relief before shaking my head.

“See? You’re doing fine, our kid. Just fucking fine.” His eyes were a little hard. “Although this cleaning shit is still obviously a concern.”

Vince pulled back the covers, got in, and then tugged me down. “We’ll sort it, though, kid. Don’t—”

Quiet.

“—worry.”

Jan

“C’mon, pet. You’ve been down for days.” Henry sat stroking at my stomach. The spare room was pretty quiet; it had been quiet since Boxing Day. Laughter had come from downstairs, the front door opening to the sound of clinking bottles, shouted hellos. The party had gone on for a few hours, Henry keeping me company by cuddling up next to me in bed. These strange cooing noises had come from him, followed by constant stroking on my stomach, asking if I was okay. Then he’d climbed on top of me, took what he needed, before going back to my side and his petting. There’d been no fight, the blinds enough to hold my attention. I hadn’t felt it when he climbed on top of me, I hadn’t felt anything since Christmas night, since after I’d seen Jack let Vince fuck him, since everything that had come after Jack had complained about come between his legs. Henry had kept me close to hear the threat of that, but afterwards...

Scared, Jack had been so fucking scared to look over, yet most of that terror had been directed at me, every time his eyes had settled on mine.

But the worst had come Christmas night, after Jack had shivered and asked to clean the come off him. After Christmas night, real men had gotten dirty, and I—

Jack’s manic laughter had matched mine after we were allowed to stagger away from Vince. But Jack’s had gone forever, almost as though he knew that if he kept laughing long enough, he wouldn’t have to sleep, to dream, to risk feeling as though he hated come on his skin, because men... real men had got dirty now...

I bit back a cry as a knock came on the door. Henry pushed back the covers and got out of the bed as someone came over. Vince sat down, taking over stroking at my stomach, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. Not even how real men got dirty...

“Henry tells me you’ve been feeling a little down,” said Vince quietly. “Heard you crying in your sleep a few times after Christmas night.” Vince sighed. “And he even fed you some champagne after that to celebrate all the love that’s in the air.”

“Pet’s ungrateful,” mumbled Henry.

“Yeah,” said Vince. “He is, love. And after all the love and devotion you’ve shown him.” That stroke still came at my stomach. “And Jack’s all fired up and needing to get his own back on Jan here for what happened Christmas night. Good chap that he is, he managed to piss Jack off even with the drugs.” He looked at Henry. “Final training session.” Then back with me. “That okay with you? We’re nearly there, kid, promise. Jack’s getting quite the decent chap.” Vince leaned down. “Just need to make sure he stays that way.”

Vince started untying my hands.

“Make for a good show if nowt else. Christmas night will be hard to top, though, kid. You were fucking fantastic. Remember what you did to him, your lover boy? How you made him a proper man now?”

I looked away. Memories blocked. Some accidentally. Most... my eyes screwed shut, and Vince chuckled, he sat there chuckling.

“Awww, don’t worry. We won’t tell anyone.” Then. “Get him dressed, make him look pretty. Show time.”

Hands cuffed in front of me, collar around my neck with Henry tugging on a leash, I offered no protest as they took me into Jack’s bedroom and sat in me in the corner. I was back in a suit, black shoes looking so clean, so polished.

The room was nearly in darkness, yet opposite me, grey eyes peered at me from the opposite side of the bedroom. The room was bare except the bodies breathing heat into the room: me, Henry, Vince and Jack.

Vince and Henry wore black gas masks again, but Jack’s gaze was solely on my face. My gaze on his.

He remembered Christmas night. It was there in his eyes.

He was naked, but not chained in any sense, and when I shifted, just easing the aches in my body, he jolted as if a rabid dog had inched a few footfalls closer.

“Wasn’t me, Jack,” I mumbled. “Wasn’t me, baby.”