I spy Saint in one of the corner booths, and he’s got Noah on his knees; it looks like he’s sucking him off. Not for much longer, if the look on my brother’s face is anything to go by. I walk over to them and sit on the bench, not too close to the two men, but enough to make Noah aware he is being watched. Something I know he loves. I expect Saint to taunt him; the boy does love some humiliation.
“Hey, boy, keep sucking or I’ll make you suck him next,” Saint says as he pulls on the low bun Noah’s hair is tied up in. The kid’s eyes get even darker, and he moans around the solid shaft in his throat.
I know he won’t. It’s not something I want to do; he’s my brother’s boy. I don’t want to be a part of their sharing games. Moments later, Saint comes, covering Noah’s face with his spunk.
A server approaches the table, and I order a whisky. I want to fuck, not play in any scenes.
“I didn’t expect you to be here, I thought you’d be loved up, your dick deep in Memphis’ arse.” He laughs, but the expression on my face has it drying up. “What happened?”
Noah is off his knees now and on Saint’s knee. Saint wipes the cum off Noah’s face, feeding it to him. There’s a shared look I’m not privy to.
“He said he wasn’t feeling it between us and left.” I shrug, not wanting a deep discussion about it in here. “So, I’m here looking for a fuck. Who’s here tonight?”
My drink arrives as I’m looking around. I see Roman, he’s always up for some fun. I motion for him to come over. I drink him in as he sashays towards me, his naked torso shimmering with gold glitter, matching his tiny booty shorts. They are indecently short and show of his long legs and firm arse to perfection. “Good evening, Sir.” His voice is low, husky, and totally sinful. “What can I do for you tonight?”
“You look good enough to eat, boy. Take a seat, and we’ll see what we can get up to.” I pat my knee and smile as he lowers himself elegantly on to my lap. As he looks up at me, I capture his chin and press my mouth to his.
Roman is a willing and eager partner and within seconds of my tongue plundering his mouth, he’s straddling me, grinding his arse against my burgeoning erection. I slide my hands over his bum, squeezing the firm but rounded cheeks, then encounter the zip. I pull back and smile against his lips. “Hmm, easy access, smart boy.”
As I return to kissing him, I slide the zip down, Roman is making quick work of my leather pants and has my cock free and in his hand as I slide one finger in his slick hole. He’s already prepped for the evening or he’s already been fucked tonight.
“It’s lube,” he whispers against my mouth, as if he could read my mind. With that, he’s up on his knees and guiding my dick inside his very supple and eager hole. “Yessssssssssss,” he sighs as he takes all of me in one go.
With his knees on the leather seat, he rides me. I know how strong his legs are; I’ve seen him in the gym working on his squats, lunges.
I grip his arse hard enough to leave bruises as I match him thrust for thrust, slamming my cock hard, making sure I hit his prostate as I go. I know he’s getting close when his thighs tremble, and he grips my shoulders as he tips his head back and comes. After one, then another, thrust I join him, groaning loudly as I fill his channel.
When he flops forward, I wrap my arms around him, holding him close as we both catch our breath. I kiss his neck, and my gaze falls on my brother who is jerking Noah off, facing him out to the room. His lips are moving, and I’m guessing he’s saying the filthiest words to get his boy off. As I trail my fingers up and down Roman’s back, I look a little further into the room. Memphis is here, and he’s watching me. His face grief-stricken, and I look away before he does.
He made his decision. I’m not going to feel guilty about being here with another boy.
Sunday has us all turning up at the house that saved us. Kip and Robin made a home that allowed us to grow and recover from the traumas we’d all been through. I know by the cars on the drive that I’m the last to arrive, as does the sound of loud voices of multiple conversations taking place as I open the door. Then the delicious smell of roast beef takes over, and I follow both the noise and the scent to the kitchen.
“Everyone, stop panicking. I’m here!” I clap loudly as I step in the large kitchen. All heads turn to face me.
“About bloody time, too, I’m starving,” Knox shouts back.
“You’re always starving,” a combination of voices all answer him. It’s a well-known joke that Knox is always hungry. Maybe because he was found half-starved as a child, but that’s his story to tell.
Robin looks over my shoulder, looking for someone else, his face dropping when he sees no one. “He’s not with me, Pops. He’s changed his mind. I don’t think he’ll be leaving town though. You’ll get to see him again.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks, quietly, his hand on my forearm.
“There’s nothing to talk about. He said he wasn’t feeling it. There’s not much else to say.” I shrug my shoulders.
“We’ll see. I doubt that it’s over. He came back for you, Royal. Let him find his way. I’m sure someone said he’s just out of a relationship, so he’s probably confused by the idea of a new Daddy. You do act differently than other Daddies.”
“What that supposed to mean? I’m always good to my boys. I make sure they have a great time—always.”
“True, but you walk away from them. You don’t live in the lifestyle, son.”
I can’t deal with all of this, so I shut it down. “I’m not talking about it. He’s not interested in me, and that’s it.” I turn away from Pops and grab a beer from the fridge and join my brothers. Saint has his arm around Noah’s waist, his boy looking totally blissed out as he leans against his master. They have obviously had a fun morning, and yes, I’m jealous. I thought I’d be bringing an equally spaced-out boy with me, one that had an ass so well abused he’d have trouble sitting.
“What’s up with Pops?” Saint asks, dropping a kiss on Noah’s head. He’s probably not even aware he’s done it; it’s pure instinct and love.
“He’s trying to plead Memphis’ case. He’s sure it going to happen. After last night, I’m not sure I need the hassle. I saw him at the club, watching me with Roman. We’ve saved each other a shit ton of hassle, I reckon.” I don’t tell them how broken Memphis looked. I’ll get a ton of shit from all of them.
“Yeah, I saw him too. He’s a fool to walk away, bro.”
