Clint looked doubtful but didn’t voice his thoughts, simply nodding.
Leaning forward again, Axel looked out over the lawn, his face pensive.
“Is there something else?” Clint asked.
Axel lowered his eyes and stared at his hands. “He said…” Axel swallowed. “He said he believed God was working in their lives even now. I asked what he meant, and he said he would call later this evening to talk to us.” He looked at Clint, his eyes damp. “He seemed… hopeful.” Glancing between the two men, Axel whispered, “Do you think there is hope for them? I mean, if one of those boys had been Luke, or…” His eyes flickered to Cochise. “… Tae…” His throat worked. “I don’t know if we could come through it. I can’t even imagine moving on from something like that.” He sniffed and looked away.
“Neither can I,” Clint said quietly.
The Egyptian didn’t comment, but Axel had seen him at his worst, when he’d nearly lost his sons to the island. If one of his kids were taken from him… he wouldn’t heal.
Axel was afraid to let Luke out of his sight, afraid to let him go into the city—even just to see the twins. He was scared for thetwins. For Maddy and Savannah. For everyone he loved. They didn’t need to be children to be at risk from others' violence. Axel disliked feeling so helpless. The fear of losing his loved ones weighed heavily on him, making him feel sick and terrified every moment.
He gazed at the cowboy and yearned to crawl into his lap, pleading for the man to hold him. At this moment, being in Clint’s arms was theonlyplace where he felt protected from the dangerous world around them.
CHAPTER 12
“Do you think they made us?” Helio sat on the sofa in his boxers and a tank top, legs apart as he leaned over the coffee table, cutting a line of coke with a razor blade. His short, dirty-blond hair was always mussed from his habit of raking his fingers through it every few minutes. The messy look worked for him.
“Probably.” Chaz plopped down next to him, shirtless, wearing only his jeans and barefoot. “I would’ve got ‘em all if not for that fucking kid.”
"Do you think they’ll come after us?” Helio asked, creating two thin lines of coke on the glass table. He rolled a twenty-dollar bill, snorted one line quickly, sniffed deeply, wiped his nose, cleared his throat, and then handed the “straw” to Chaz.
“Risk ruffling Lazarus’s feathers?” Chaz smirked. “Not likely.” He leaned forward, snorted the second line of coke, then straightened, sniffing a couple of times. “Set up another line,” he said, then left the sofa. He walked into the small kitchen, returned with a bottle of Wild Turkey, sat down, and chugged the liquor.
“Think the boss will get pissed if he finds out?” Helio dumped a small mound of the powder onto the table, cut it a few times, then set up two more lines.
Chaz pfted. “He don’t give two shits about street dealers.” He stuffed the rolled bill into his nostril, snorted the drug, then passed the straw back to Helio as he straightened up, sniffing deeply. He rubbed his nose and took another swig of Wild Turkey.
It didn’t take long to feel the effects of the drug. Chaz looked at Helio, slouched back against the sofa, arms curled over theback, eyes heavy with thehigh. Chaz’s gaze drifted to Helio’s crotch, where a raging hard-on tented his boxers. Chaz’s jeans were growing tight, too. He loved Coke—it kept him hard for hours. Usually, he and Helio had plenty of pussy around when they snorted Coke, fucking all night and often losing track of how many girls they dicked.
Tonight, there wasn’t any pussy, but Chaz still needed to fuck. It wasn’t the first time he’d fucked Helio. Sometimes they stayed home—like tonight—snorted Coke, and screwed each other’s brains out. Chaz hadn’t told Helio, but he kind of liked fucking him more than chicks. Maybe Helio liked it better, too.
He slid his hand along Helio’s thigh and into his crotch. Helio smiled and groaned. He shifted his hips as Chaz slipped his hand inside one leg of his boxers and grabbed his hard dick, squeezing and pumping.
“Fuck…” Helio’s smile stretched into a lazy grin. He lifted his hips, pushing his cock through Chaz’s fist. Chaz worked him faster until Helio was bouncing his ass against the sofa cushions and then blew his load into his shorts. A hard shudder ripped through him, and he grunted, breathing hard.
Chaz chuckled and stroked his still-erect cock, using Helio’s cum as lube. He pulled his hand out and stood up, unfastening his jeans. He shoved down the front, and his thick, stiff cock flopped out. Helio sat forward, grabbed his meat, and swallowed it in one go. Chaz grunted and pumped his hips, sliding his dick into Helio’s throat. He grabbed a fistful of his dirty blond strands and rocked his friend’s mouth on his cock.
“Fuck… yeah…” Chaz craned his head back, eyes half-closing, as he fucked Helio’s hot mouth. Helio sucked him like a straw, moaning, groaning, and gulping as his saliva mixed with precum. The sounds he made were like an extradoseof Coke to his system, and his cock stretched deeper into the man’s flexingthroat. “Fuuuck…” Chaz grabbed his hair with both hands and fucked him faster, pushing his thick cock all the way in, the engorged root stretching Helio’s jaw as it squeezed between his lips.
Helio rarely gagged, and even when he did, he kept sucking.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum…” Chaz panted, stuffing Helio’s throat with his throbbing cock. “Uuuhhh…fuck… here itcums…uuuhhh!!”His hips jerked forward, and his massive load shot down Helio’s throat. Chaz shuddered when he felt the man’s throat muscles flexed around his cockhead while he swallowed his cum. Chaz grunted and released a few more squirts. Helio groaned and sucked him eagerly, running his mouth up and down his pulsing shaft, cum and saliva dripping from his lips.
Helio pulled off him with a wet pop, sucked the concoction from his lips, and grinned up at Chaz. “We should shoot more people,” he panted, still on his knees as Chaz’s dick bobbed in his face, his erection holding. “Makes you hornier.”
“Fuck, yeah, it does.” Chaz dragged Helio off his knees and shoved him face-first over the back of the sofa, yanking his boxers down. He spit in his hand, slicked his cock, placed one foot on the cushion, and shoved his cock into Helio’s tight hole.
“Uh!” Helio bit the back cushion and grunted. “Fuck,you have a big dick.”
“Mm-hm.” Chaz shoved in deeper, wrenching another grunt from Helio. “You like it, though, don’t you? This big ole hunk of meat in your ass. Bet you like it better than fucking pussy, huh?” Chaz thrust hard a few times, making Helio gasp. He grabbed the man’s slick, sweaty hips and pumped his ass with long, deep strokes, using every inch of his big dick.
“Holy fuck…” Helio shoved his face into the sofa’s back, fingers digging into the cushions. “I do,” he rasped. “I fuckingdo.”
Chaz grinned, a rush of satisfaction warming his blood; he wasn’t the only one who would rather have cock than pussy. He just needed to hear Helio say it. Hearing it made him want to fuck even harder. Chaz gouged Helio’s slick hips and went to town, pounding his ass, his pelvis smacking Helio’s soft cheeks.“Huh-huh-uuhh!!”
Helio gasped and grunted, clawing at the sofa, vigorously thrusting his ass onto Chaz’s cock. Their fucking rocked the sofa back and forth, its short wooden legsclunkingagainst the hard floor. Chaz grinned, his face wet with sweat and hot as hell, his heavy balls slapping Helio’s swinging sack. Helio whimpered and dropped one hand, grabbing his own dick, which smacked his stomach. He jerked off wildly, guttural sounds rolling up his throat. In no time, he blew his wad onto the sofa.
