The Darker Side of Trey Grey (34 page)

“Okay,” I finally said.

Justin moved down. I rolled onto my side to give him room as he pulled the frilly ivory coverlet over us. I had completely forgotten about the condom until Justin tugged it off. I was asleep before he settled against me.

I opened my eyes to Justin stroking my thigh, and stretched the best I could without falling off the narrow daybed. I had to pee and I could tell “IT” was not going to cooperate in this venture. I sat up, making Justin grumble.

“I have to pee, and you’re not helping matters.” I swatted his hand away, laughing.

“You must have been dreaming about me again.” He chuckled seductively as his fingers teased my asscrack.

“IT” tightened, and I stood up to get away from his probing fingers. Justin sighed, following me onto his feet. He grabbed my smokes from the desk before heading out the door. I stepped out behind him into a heavy cold rain.

“Damn.” I huddled against the building next to Justin, taking one of the smokes he had lit. “You’re not going to start smoking again are you? I don’t want to be a bad influence,” I said, then laughed silently, realizing I probably already was.“No... I don’t know, maybe.” He glanced at me then reached out and ran his fingers over my chest. I looked down and saw the slightly bruised marks he had left across my pecs.

“Is it weird that I like seeing these on you?” he asked as he watched himself stroke the spots.

“Maybe, I don’t mind them though.” I took a pull on my smoke, closing my eyes over the tingle his thumb caused as it pushed into a bite mark around my left nipple. I felt the warmth of his body as his lips brushed over mine.

“Is it crazy that I like it so much?” I asked, staring imploringly into his warm eyes. My reaction of earlier was beginning to bother me. After everything I had been through, how... why... I was having a hard time accepting the odd discovery.

He stepped back and took a draw on his smoke. “I’m sure your therapist will think so. I saw how you reacted though.” He glanced at me with suddenly sultry eyes. “It was hellaciously erotic. Your whole body would tremble, then every muscle relaxed the second I let go. You kept going deeper and deeper.” He smiled. “I’ve never seen anyone enjoy something so much.”

His voice, his words, the way he was looking at me, made me self-conscious. Even though I had never been shy, I
felt
naked, and wanted to cover myself up. I realized it wasn’t my body that felt exposed, but my soul. I had discovered something truly bizarre about myself tonight, something even I didn’t know, and it had left me raw.

I knew having a pain fetish wasn’t bizarre in and of itself. There were tons of people out there who craved pain, but I had lived through excruciating pain, and never known I hungered for it so completely. That was the strange part. I wondered what that said about me as a person.

Justin finished his smoke then darted towards the garden. I took one last drag as I dashed through the rain to the large fir several feet off to the side of the building. An effeminate wail pierced through the night, and I looked towards the source. I squinted trying to see exactly what was going on. Two figures were fucking on the hood of a newer dark-colored Charger in the pouring rain. The wail came again and I recognized Garret, naked and belly down on the hood. It looked like he was being forced by a rather large black man.

“Justin!” I called in a low tone, shaking “IT” off.

“What?” He trotted over with his head ducked against the constant drizzle.

“Is that trouble?” I pointed towards the scene.

Justin glanced where I indicated, just as Garret began crying in earnest, and he laughed. “No. Well, maybe for Kip. Garret’s wanted him for— God, a year at least. Kip’s quiet during sex, and as you can see Garret is very loud if he’s having a good time.” He glanced at me. “And if he has a really good time, he becomes the guy’s new puppy, following him everywhere.”

I bit my lip to keep from laughing. “That explains it.”

“Explains what?”

“Why he’s so enamored with you. He offered to be our houseboy.”

“You said no, didn’t you?” Justin said despairingly.

“Um, but he’s so cute... I just... well...”

Justin’s face was growing more and more terrified.

“
Of course I said no
.” I laughed.

He glared at me then shook his head. “Don’t even joke. One of us would wake up with the hussy trying to impale himself on our morning wood.” He tweaked his nose up. “
Every
morning.”

I glanced purposefully down at Justin’s cock. “Can you blame him?”

Justin drove his eyes down my stomach, smiling rakishly. “Not one bit. Why are we still in the fucking rain?”    

We went back inside, and Justin hit the stereo remote. I chuckled as
Enigma
crooned into the studio.

I raised my eyebrows. “Really?”

He shrugged as he sauntered up to me. “It puts me in the right frame of mind when I paint nudes.” He took my hand, wrapping his other arm around my waist. Our damp skin met as he spun me around. I stumbled, and laughed.

“I’m not a very good slow dancer unless I’m really drunk... actually not even then.”

“I won’t let you fall as long as you let me lead.”

I relaxed against his wet skin, and let him do just that. He was a good dancer and didn’t even drop me when he dipped me, despite the fact I was laughing uncontrollably. We waltzed around the easels, tangoed next to the desk, and he even tried a samba, which had us both laughing until we were breathless when he fumbled the steps.

He snubbed me against him and stared into my face, his eyes lively pools of Caribbean blue. “Make love to me, Trey.”

I wasn’t sure why that small phrase swept me away, but it always did. I was hurtling along on a river of desire as I led Justin to the daybed, and I fully intended to take him with me.

The sensual trip exhausted us both, and we collapsed into a heap of satisfaction.

* * * * *

My lids lifted, and it took me all of three seconds to recognize the room bathed in glorious sunshine. I was wedged against the metal back as Justin sprawled over two-thirds of the narrow bed. My eyes traveled down his golden body, over erect nipples surrounded by goose bumps, down his taut stomach to his rigid cock nestled against tawny curls. My mouth watered, and I grinned at the instant reaction.

I didn’t itch, I wasn’t shaking, and my mind was in a bright place. I wanted a shower, but it wasn’t all consuming. I found myself wanting to give Justin a blow job a great deal more. The shower could wait. I giggled, feeling the enormity of the moment. I wasn’t sure if this was a breakthrough, or just a reprieve, but I wasn’t about to over analyze it. I was going to damn well enjoy it.

I retrieved a condom from the ledge over my head. Justin remained asleep for a good minute as I worked his dick.

His hands seized my head. “Ah, Jesus.”

I slid my mouth off him. “Good morning.” I grinned at his shocked, flushed face.

“Mmm, good.” His hands loosened their grip as his eyes closed, and I went back to honoring him.

This was the first time my mouth had been around him, and my expertise sent Justin over the edge quickly on a muttered stream of surprised obscenities. I pulled off his condom, tied it, then set it with the others on the floor without even a thought. That is, until I was wiping off his prick with one of the hand towels and he shuddered as a tiny spurt creamed his cockhead. I stared at the ivory liquid, both appalled and amazed, before wiping it off.

My mind rattled.
What are you doing?

Shut the fuck up. I’m feeling normal.

I bent down and kissed up the inside of his thigh then buried my face into his tight curls, breathing in the musky scent of him. My tongue escaped and swathed over his sac, tasting the tang of sweat and sex. Justin inhaled sharply as I exhaled a sigh. I paused, waiting for a reaction to my bold egression. I reacted, but not in the way I expected. “IT” jerked, my body ignited, and my breathing quickened.

I crawled up Justin and settled on his chest. He looked up at me, concern etching his features. I smiled softly down at him, and soon a musing smile pushed the worry from his face. I traced his lips, cheeks, brow, feeling the veneration I had for him through my fingertips. No... It wasn’t veneration or need or even lust.

“I love you.”

He blinked as his arms crushed me against him. “It’s about fucking time...” He swallowed hard. “I love you too.”

Justin and I entered the house clutching a blanket around us. The house stank of stale alcohol, old sex, and weed. We both groaned when we saw the kitchen. Ernie had cleared out most of the alcohol, leaving a bottle of Jim Beam and a bottle of Ciroc next to the coffee maker.

But the place was a mess. Mud all over the floor, and nobody had removed the trash. Solo cups and empty bottles littered every flat surface. Was that? Okay, not looking at the condom on the table. Was it so fucking hard to put it in the wastebasket a few feet away?

We found Kelly, her robe wide open, crashed on the couch with her arms tossed over her head, and her large breasts mounded upon her chest. I threw the blanket Justin and I had been sharing over her, and grimaced at the puke near the end table.
The cleaning crew could deal with that.
Other than the overindulged Kelly on the couch, and the remains of someone’s overindulgence on the carpet, the rest of the house wasn’t as filthy as the kitchen.

“Do you feel up to breakfast out?” I asked, wrinkling my nose, slightly disgusted.

Justin glanced around slowly, taking in the condom wrappers on the floor and joint stubs on the table. “Yeah, nothing fancy, maybe Denny’s or something.”

“Denny’s works.” It was my turn to grab his hand and tug him to the bedroom. His face was twisting, and nostrils getting wider, the more of the living room he took in.

A few minutes later Justin was once again cleaning me quite thoroughly with a body brush, and his fabulous apple body wash. My hands were being leisurely in their task of washing the evidence of the night’s sexscapades from his glorious body. I slid my hands around to the small of his back, and I became aware of how still Justin’s hands were. I glanced down and found his thumbs feathering over two of the scars on my torso. His fingers had traced them a few times over the last month but he had never asked me about them. I looked into his melancholy face, and his eyes rolled up beneath his lashes, meeting mine.

“Willie?”

I nodded, and his eyes closed as his hands gripped my sides.

“You’ve never asked me about them.”

Justin licked his lips. “I didn’t want to know,” he breathed out.

“But you do now?”

He opened his eyes, his lips thinning as he nodded. “I want to know everything.”

I brought my hands forward and rested them on his waist as I gazed thoughtfully into his earnest face. Everything. Even the demons in my mind didn’t know everything. But they weren’t Justin.

His hands softened against my ribs. “Nothing you tell me—”

“Tell me what your father did to you, why you tried to commit suicide the first time, and I’ll tell you everything.” I flinched as I heard the crack in my mind, and felt the shift as the fissured inside me widened. I stayed my course though
, watching his eyes darkening.

Justin tensed beneath my hands, and I saw a tick develop just above his left cheekbone. His fingers juddered against my skin as he paled, and crashed to the grey tile.

Shit
. What the fuck had his father done to him?

Tara
Spears has only been writing for a little over a year. She started in the urban fantasy genre, then in an odd twist of fate, her first M/M novel erupted from the closeted area of her mind, an
d
The Darker Side of Trey Gre
y
was born. She has been writing M/M ever since. She lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, and eight furry kids; five horses and three dogs.

www.taraspearswrites.blogspot.com