Everyone's Man – 59

 

Dane was beyond tired as he let himself into his condo.

 

All eight men were in custody. Not that they'd remain in jail after facing bail hearings, but they'd been booked and questioned in the presence of their various high-priced lawyers. Of course, seven of the eight had clammed up immediately. Marcus Randall had been the exception. Honoring his agreement and with his lawyer by his side, he had answered every question put to him about James Kadrey and the other members of the sex club and their activities.

 

Apparently, up until the time Kadrey had had his first contact with Colin, all of the young hustlers the group had abused had been willing participants in their games. Then things had changed. The rape of Colin had excited the men. They were unwilling to go back to just paying for a willing playmate, so one of them had picked up a young street hustler for the next 'meeting'. The fact that he'd died as the result of what they'd done to him hadn't fazed them in the least. According to Randall, it had added an edge of danger to the game, one the men had embraced wholeheartedly.

 

Sick bastards, Dane thought once again as he closed the condo door quietly. He didn't want to waken Colin if he was asleep. The young man had been so wound up for the last couple of days that sleep for him had been intermittent, at best.

 

Tiptoeing through the living room and down the short hall, Dane opened the door to Colin's room. The bed was empty, looking as if it hadn't been slept in. "If you left…" Dane muttered under his breath, half-afraid Colin might have, now that his attackers had been arrested. Colin had been elated when Dane called late last night to tell him. Dane had heard the relief in his voice and a lessening of tension as they'd bantered for a few minutes before Dane had to get back to work.

 

Running a hand through his hair, Dane swore softly. He stripped off his shirt as he walked to his bedroom. It took him a second to realize Colin hadn't left after all. He was curled up in the middle of the bed with his arms wrapped around one of the pillows, sound asleep.

 

Dane smiled as he finished undressing, dropping his clothes where he stood. Then very carefully and against his better judgment, he slipped in beside Colin. Resisting the temptation to wrap his arms around him, Dane settled for gently placing one hand on his hip. His eyes closed and seconds later he was asleep.

 

* * * *

 

Dane woke to the feel of a hot mouth engulfing his swollen cock. "Colin, you don't have to," he said softly, even as he prayed the pleasure Colin was giving him would never end.

 

Colin released him for a moment, looking up at him with a mischievous grin. "Did I ask for your input? I'm enjoying this, so shush."

 

"Shush?" Dane growled seconds before his hips arched up, from what Colin's mouth and tongue were doing. "God… Colin… I'm going to…"

 

Colin just sucked harder, taking Dane's heavy cock deep into his throat, humming around it until Dane exploded with an ecstatic shout of release. After hungrily drinking down Dane's offering, Colin drew his mouth slowly off and slid up Dane's body, pressing both hands on the bed on either side of his head as he looked down at him.

 

"Thank you…for everything," Colin said as he lowered himself just enough to brush a kiss over Dane's lips. When Dane reached up, wanting to wrap Colin in an embrace Colin rolled away, off the bed, landing on his feet to stare at Dane, teary-eyed. "I have to go. Don't…don't ask why. Just trust me. Please."

 

Fighting every instinct that made him want to reach for Colin and pull him back onto the bed beside him, Dane nodded. "Will you come back?"

 

Colin looked around the room, his eyes landing on the picture, now lying on the dresser, that had led to the beginning of the end for the men who had raped him. Staring at it for a long moment he nodded. "I… I think so." Holding up a warning finger to keep Dane from touching him, he leaned down to place a chaste kiss on his mouth. "I hope so," he whispered.

 

Then he gathered up his clothes, folded so neatly on a chair by the dresser, and left the room.