Trevor caught Daniel trying to make eye contact with Jay. “Hey, no funny business. He’s not here to save you, but he is herebecauseof you. You know you’re nothing but trouble, right?”
Daniel seemed to shrink. “Yes.”
Jay growled, but a smack to the head shut him up.
Andy came back with the vodka.
“Let him drink,” Trevor said. “Be careful about spilling.”
Daniel drank without complaining. By now, he must have had more alcohol in his body than water.
“Okay, enough.” Trevor pulled Jay to his feet and steered him to sit on the couch, then placed the gun on a high shelf. From his bag, he took out three pills—two to keep Jay calm, and one to keep the party going. He took the bottle of vodka from Andy and went to face Jay, plucking out the piece of clothing from his mouth. “Open up and stick your tongue out.”
Jay did, and Trevor neatly placed the three pills on his parched tongue, not bothering to explain what they were. He brought the vodka to Jay’s lips and made him drink down the pills.
“Andy, take Daniel’s duct tape off.”
“Okay.”
Trevor sat on the couch, facing Jay’s profile. Theman had a strong jawline, noticeable even underneath the beard. A few freckles decorated his half-exposed right shoulder, standing out on his pale skin. His smell tugged at Trevor’s nose, a mixture of sweat, aftershave, and machine oil.
“I have a feeling I can pour an entire bottle of vodka down your throat, and you’ll still be able to name all the dead presidents.”
“I don’t know most of them sober.”
“I took the duct tape off!” Andy called.
“Thanks. Danny, get your ass over here.”
With his hands and legs unbound, he walked on all fours and stopped at Trevor’s feet.
“Aren’t you happy to see your friend?”
Daniel shook his head, his eyes struggling to focus. “He shouldn’t be here. Please let him go.”
“Why? He came all this way to see you. Maybe he’s in love with you.” He whispered, “Is he gay?”
Daniel shook his head.
“You sure? Have you ever sucked his cock?”
Daniel cast his eyes down, his cheeks growing even more flushed.
Trevor laughed. “Well damn, you sure know how to live, little brother. I’ll give you that.”
“Is the scary man Daniel’s boyfriend?” Andy asked. He stood on the other side of the living room, warily watching.
“Could be,” Trevor said. “Danny, how about you pullout Jay’s cock and flex your oral skills for us?”
That got a reaction out of Jay, although just a slight stir. Trevor wrapped his arm around his shoulders and whispered, “Now’s the part where you show me why I shouldn’t bury you out back.”
Jay gave a stiff nod.
With shaky fingers, Daniel struggled to pull down the coverall’s zipper, although it was already halfway down Jay’s body. When he finally managed, Trevor smiled at Jay’s promising bulge underneath his underwear.
“Take it out.”
Daniel shook his head. “I don’t want to.”
