Everyone's Man – 38

 

"Damn. Feed me, I'm starving," were the first words out of Marc's mouth as he walked into the apartment.

 

Bill hugged him tightly, saying, "No lunch break today?"

 

"No break, period. Multi-car accident on the highway." He sighed deeply. "We lost two of them."

 

"I'm sorry," Bill replied softly. "Come on, I have food waiting. Last night's dinner okay with you?"

 

"Anything's fine as long as it's food." Marc looked around. "Where's Colin?"

 

"Still sleeping. I think the interview with the detective took more out of him than he was willing to admit."

 

Marc waited until they were in the kitchen before asking, "Was Keyes rough on him?"

 

"No, just the opposite. He was all business, and avoided asking for more details than were absolutely necessary." Bill started reheating food for his partner.

 

"And?" Marc had the feeling he was holding something back.

 

"Colin had a breakdown again. Keyes helped calm him. So of course Colin immediately switched into smartass mode with him."

 

"Bet that was something to see, Colin coming on to a cop."

 

"Keyes handled it well. From a couple of things he said, I think he's dealt with a rape victim on a very personal level, or been raped himself. Hard to tell, but he definitely knows what's going on as far as Colin's reactions were concerned."

 

"Good. The kid's been through enough as it is. He doesn't need to be bullied on top of it."

 

The microwave's ding broke the conversation. Bill dished the food onto a plate and set it on the table in front of Marc. He started to take his own seat and suddenly found himself in Marc's lap. "I thought—"

 

Marc didn't let him finish, instead taking his mouth in a deep, fiery kiss that made Bill realize what he'd been missing for the last year. With a groan, he swept his tongue over Marc's, taking charge of the kiss. His need ramped into fierce hunger when Marc slid his hand under the waistband of his sweats, palming his rapidly hardening cock.

 

"I need you," Marc growled, pressing his thumb against Bill's leaking slit. "Here, the bedroom, anywhere in between."

 

"Bedroom. Don't want Colin…" Bill slid off Marc's lap, pulling his willing partner to his feet. He wrapped his arms around Marc, grinding their cocks together as he began walking them out of the kitchen.

 

"Watch out," Marc exclaimed quietly, steering his backwards, moving his lover clear of the coffee table. "Turn around! Damn," he chuckled.

 

Bill grumbled under his breath but did as he was asked and found himself being pushed none too gently toward their destination. "In a hurry," he whispered over his shoulder.

 

"More than." Marc cast one quick glance at Colin's room before closing the bedroom door behind them.

 

* * * *

 

Colin listened to the few whispered words between Marc and Bill as they tried to make their way quietly to their bedroom. All he could think of was wanting to be in there with them and knowing that wasn't an option.

 

But he could use his imagination. Sliding his hand slowly down his stomach to his groin he cupped his balls, rolling them as he pictured Marc sucking them into heat of his mouth. Lifting his hips off the bed, he touched one finger to his hole, pressing it against the tight ring of muscle.

 

The pain hit so hard he almost bit through his lip to keep from screaming. And then he was back in that house. And he was screaming. Begging. Hearing the laughter and the slap of leather on his flayed ass. Trying to pull free of the restraints. Then darkness.