“I can’t drink with my hands tied.”
“Oh yeah?” Trevor uncorked a bottle of vodka. “Let’s test that claim.” He sat next to Chris and held the bottle to his lips. “Drink up.”
Chris reluctantly did, the strong drink burning his mouth. Trevor kept holding the bottle until Chris couldn’t drink anymore and turned his head away, cold vodka spilling over his chest.
“Did I tell you to stop drinking?”
Chris coughed, bitterness caressing his tongue. “Sorry.”
“We can’t let good alcohol go to waste.” He leaned down and licked Chris’s chest thoroughly, then raised his head and pressed their lips together.
Chris tried to wriggle away, but Trevor leaned against him, forcing him to lie back on the couch while his tongue slipped into Chris’s mouth. For years, he had resented the feel of another person’s mouth because of the countless hours he’d spent kissing Trevor.
“I brought everything,” Andy said and entered the room.
Trevor broke the kiss. “There’s Chinese food in one of the bags. Dig in.”
“Aren’t you eating with me?”
“In a sec.” He reached for another bottle. “Some tequila, Danny?”
Chris met Trevor’s eyes as another part of his plan became clear. The last time Chris had been held in this house, they pumped him with drugs, but drugs cost more than booze.
Trevor brought the bottle to Chris’s mouth and poured the strong tequila down his throat, this time sticking to measured gulps.
Since he hadn’t eaten in hours, Chris could already feel himself on the verge of drunkenness, his thoughts growing sluggish as his stomach churned angrily.
Trevor placed the bottle on the table, then rose to pull off his shirt, his body lean yet without muscles. He never stuck to any kind of sport, or anything else that required commitment, which used to drive Robert crazy.
Trevor pulled down his pants and underwear,revealing his hard cock. It used to seem bigger in Chris’s younger eyes.
“Guess who else missed you. Give it a kiss hello.” Trevor moved closer, and Chris sighed and gave the crown a kiss. He wasn’t drunk enough to do anything stupid like bite it, although he almost wished he was.
“That’s it? Are we PG-13 all of a sudden?”
Chris drew a breath, then wrapped his lips around Trevor’s cock. He tried to suck as best as he could under the circumstances, knowing that Trevor would be able to tell if he was slacking. By not fighting, he may be able to buy himself more time. The more he thought about it, the less likely his chances of being rescued seemed. He would need to count on his wit, although Trevor wouldn’t let him keep them for long.
Like he could read Chris’s thoughts, Trevor pulled out his cock and poured tequila over it, then slid it back into Chris’s mouth. “You’re getting drunk on cock, Danny. Does that make you a cockoholic?”
Andy giggled.
A few minutes later, while Chris’s jaw grew sore, Trevor pulled out. “You’ve still got the moves, that’s for sure. I bet you’ve been practicing.” He sat on the floor facing the table. “God, I’m starving.”
“It’s not very tasty,” Andy said.
“Doesn’t seem to slow you down any. And once we get our money, it’s fancy restaurants for the rest of our lives.”
“Like Subway?”
Trevor sighed. “Yeah, like Subway.”
“Where will Daniel sleep?”
“Where he slept last time.”
That meant the basement. Through the haze of alcohol, he shivered. That damp place had been freezing when he’d been locked there years ago.
Trevor turned around. “Open up.”
