Author: Charlotte
Rated: NC-17
Feedback: MistressCyberia@hotmail.com
Chapter 2I hate waiting.
I’ve been parked outside of Nick’s apartment for about two hours now. They have to come out sometime.
I flip through the radio stations for the three-hundredth time - talk, talk, bad song, horrible song, more talk. With a frustrated sigh I switch it off and settle back into my seat, tapping my fingers against the steering wheel and checking the clock every two seconds.
Twelve minutes later I see a blonde head bound towards Kevin’s car. Kevin follows and climbs into the driver’s seat.
Well it’s about fucking time.
I start up the Toyota and tail them to a Burger King.
A Burger King?
Something tells me this wasn’t Richardson’s idea.
I park across the lot and watch them go inside, waiting about ten minutes before I follow suit.
I spot Richardson immediately, sitting in a booth in the corner, munching away on a whopper.
I slide into the booth across from him and grab a fry from the pile in the middle of the table.
He looks up from his burger. “AJ. I was wondering when you’d show up.”
I pop the fry in my mouth, noticing the Kid’s Meal bag sitting next to him on the table.
Kevin notices the direction of my gaze. “It’s Nick’s. He wanted to come here because he’s trying to collect the toys they come with.”
“Where is Nick anyway?”
Richardson waves his hand towards the glass-enclosed playground. “Playing in the ball pin. He loves it in there.”
“Gee, I wonder why?” I say dryly.
Kevin raises an eyebrow and takes another bite of his whopper.
I lean forward. “Why did you put a hit out on Brian?”
Kevin finishes chewing and swallows. I watch the way his throat muscles work. Nice.
“Why did you take it?” he counters.
I frown. “That’s my business. I mean, don’t you think you’ve done enough to him? He can’t even fucking walk right now.”
“Turnabout’s fair play. He tried to have me killed, AJ.”
“Yeah, so?”
Kevin stares at me. His eyes turn that electric green color they always turn when he’s pissed.
Why the hell does he have to look so damn sexy when he’s pissed?
“AJ!”
I turn away from Kevin’s mesmerizing eyes to see Nick waving from inside the ball pin. He jumps up and knocks a couple kids over in his rush to get back to the table. He didn’t even stop retrieve his sneakers from the little cubby where all the kids had to put their shoes before going into the ball pin. His socks slide a little on the tiled floor, and he jumps into the booth next to Kevin, blond hair falling in his eyes and face flushed with excitement. “What’s up?”
“Just talking a few things over with Kevin.”
Nick nods and begins to dig around the Kid’s Meal bag. He shoves a handful of fries in his mouth. “Did you bring back his gun?”
Kevin puts down his burger and folds his hands in front of him. “Yes AJ, where is my gun? It isn’t polite to take things without asking, you know.”
Nick ducks his head under the table and then pops back up. “I don’t think he has it.”
“Well this is a problem then.” Kevin leans back and crosses his arms in front of him. “I want my gun back, AJ.”
Nick has fished a little plastic bag out of his Kid’s Meal. His forehead wrinkles in concentration and he bites his lip as he tries to open it.
After a few unsuccessful attempts he shoves it in Kevin’s face. “Kevin, open it for me!”
Kevin sighs and uncrosses his arms, taking the little bag and tearing it open, then handing it back to Nick.
Nick grins and dumps its contents onto the table. It’s a little action figure and a long twisty pole thing. Nick ignores the pole and picks up the action figure, immediately trying to remove its cowboy hat and trench coat, frowning to find they were glued on.
Kevin was still glaring at me.
“Hey AJ! This action figure looks kinda like you!” He waves it in front of me, and then brings it back to his gaze, biting his lip and trailing a finger down its little plastic chest.
His eyes light up. “Oooh he even has guns!” He begins to finger the little gray guns peeking out from the figure’s coat. He looks up and grins at me through his fall of golden hair. “Do you have your guns, AJ?”
And suddenly I feel his foot creeping up the inside of my leg.
Kevin has gone back to eating, oblivious to what Nick’s foot is doing to me under the table. It’s rubbing up the inside of my thigh now, brushing my semi-hard cock, sending shocking little jolts into my belly.
Nick continues to run his foot over my crotch, and damn, I never knew there were so many nice, friction-causing curves on feet. I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning when he pushes his heel in little circles against my balls.
“Kevin, I need to go to the bathroom.” Nick says suddenly.
“Can’t you see I’m eating? I’ll take you when I’m finished.”
“It’s okay, AJ can take me.” He turns and grins at me. “Right, AJ?”
“Uhh…”
Nick stands up, grabs my hand, and is pulling me out of the booth before I can think of an intelligent response. My gaze lands on his prominent erection as he tugs me towards the bathroom.
I really hope Kevin didn’t notice that.
Or mine, for that matter.
Nick yanks me inside the bathroom and before I know it I’m pinned up against the wall with his hot, wet mouth on mine and his hard cock grinding into my hips. I groan against his lips as his hand snakes under my wifebeater to finger my nipples. His other hand slips inside my coat to finger my Baby Eagle.
He drops to his knees and unbuttons my jeans.
“Nick, what the hell do you think you’re - ”
But then his velvet warm mouth enfolds my cock and all I can think about is that satiny tongue gliding up my shaft.
Fuck, I forgot what truly wonderful blowjobs he gives.
Shit and there he goes, throat hugging me in best fucking deep throat ever.
I know what I’m teaching Brian to do next.
Then he stops, and I groan, looking down at him.
His blue eyes peer up at me, lips red and wet. “Fuck me, AJ.”
He crawls up my body and clutches at my jacket, covering my mouth in a deep, wet kiss. I let my hands slide down his belly and undo his jeans, tugging out his very hard cock. It slides up against mine, soft and pulsing. Nick moans into my mouth. I slip out of his embrace and glance around the bathroom.
Liquid soap dispenser - that’ll do.
I walk over to the sink and pump some into my palm, all pearly and silky. I turn back to Nick and grin. “Spread em’.”
He turns to the wall and flattens his hands against it, planting his feet apart. I walk over to him and tug his pants down over his soft, white ass.
I lick my lips. I’ve been waiting to get inside this bitch’s ass for a damn long time.
I rub the soap up and down my cock, moaning at the slippery softness. I push a finger into Nick, smearing the soap around his hole. Then pulling his hips back towards me, I push inside.
Nick’s strangled groan echoes off the tiled walls. “Shit, AJ, yeah.”
Fuck his ass is so soft and tight and sweet. I begin to thrust, hard and fast, loving the slap-slap of my hips hitting his flesh.
He begins to push back against me, muscles clenching and unclenching around my cock.
“Oh fuck.” I begin to pump harder, making his body jerk with each thrust.
“Let me come, AJ!” Nick moans, “Please!”
I reach around the front of his body to grasp his dick, when the door swings open.
“Everything okay? You’ve been in here a long - “ Kevin freezes with his mouth open as he spies us up against the wall.
My hand drops as his shocked expression transforms into one of abject rage. His mouth tightens and his eyes flare brilliant green. He grabs my shoulder and rips me out of Nick, shoving me back against the sinks.
The edge of the counter hits my ass, and Kevin slaps me hard, knocking my head to the side.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Before I can muster a response he slaps me again. Coppery blood trickles over my tongue.
“Nick is mine, bitch!” His long fingers wrap around my throat as his hard body presses me into the counter, jeans chafing my cock. I groan and his grip tightens. He pushes his face in close to mine, hot breath crawling like electricity across my skin. “You know that.”
Oh shit, his voice got all low and breathy, and I swear, it strokes some sort of g-spot in me. I push my erection up against him, feeling his answering one straining against the front of his jeans.
His fingers loosen on my throat and slide up to grip my chin. His tongue flickers against my lips, and my eyes drift shut as he enfolds my mouth in a knee-weakening kiss.
He pulls away and I open my eyes. He slaps me again.
Grabbing my dick, he gives it a hard squeeze. “So was it worth it, AJ? Was Nick’s ass really that good?” He yanks on my cock, and I let out a little yelp. His other hand unbuttons his jeans and pulls his cock out, then grips my shoulder and flips me over, pushing me over the sink.
The counter digs into the tops of my thighs, pressing my dick and balls into my stomach. Kevin grips the back of my neck and yanks my jeans down. I feel his hot, pulsing cock press into my ass.
I look up, into the mirror. I can see him behind me; lips pressed together, eyes narrowed in concentration as he begins to work his cock inside me. He runs his tongue over his lips as his hips flex, and I feel the head of his cock push into me.
I squeeze my eyes shut. Aw fuck, it burns. Why the hell couldn’t he use some goddamn lube? He might as well have just rubbed chili pepper on his dick.
Oh but there, damn, he hit the sweet spot. Hot currents of pleasure roll through my belly and into my dick. His hips brush up against my ass and then he’s all the way in.
Hey wow, he’s actually giving me a moment to get used to him.
Oh fuck, I was wrong.
He thrusts hard, cock dragging along the walls of my rectum. He thrusts again and settles into a hard, punishing rhythm.
I bite my lip to keep from screaming too loud. He hits my prostrate over and over again, making my eyes roll back in my head and hot flames lick my cock.
I watch him in the mirror, the way sweat makes his hair cling to his face, the tension working in his neck muscles, the way he sucks in air through his gritted teeth as he begins to thrust faster.
Fucking magnificent, as always.
I’m really starting to hate that.
I shift my gaze and spot Nick, slumped against the wall, watching us avidly. His hand is wrapped around his cock, working it furiously. His blonde hair is falling in his eyes and he bites his flushed lips, breathing hard.
Kevin’s thrusting so hard now my whole body is rocking with him, rubbing my cock against the ribbing on my wifebeater. I groan and arch back into Kevin, watching his lips part with an answering groan.
It’s echoed by Nick, still against the wall, head thrown back, panting. The little fucker’s close.
Hell, so am I.
Kevin’s fingers are digging hard into my hips, and each thrust is punctuated by a strained grunt.
Oh shit, Nick is coming, moaning loudly, eyes squeezed shut and mouth open. I can see the hot, milky come splashing over his hand.
I look back at Kevin and see this strange calm steal over his gorgeous features. His eyes flutter shut, his jaw goes slack and pushes into me forcefully, rocking my hips hard, moving my stomach roughly over my cock.
That’s all I need to drive me over the edge. I’m coming all over myself and Kevin’s coming inside me, and I don’t even know who the hell is moaning so fucking loud anymore.
Before I can even catch my breath, Kevin pulls out of me with a sharp sting and steps back, putting his cock back into his pants and buttoning them up.
Without his body there to hold me up, I just slide backwards, crumpling on the floor because my legs are so damn weak.
I watch dully as Kevin walks over to Nick and puts him away too, then leads him to the sink and helps him wash the come off his hands.
Nick looks down at me questioningly, and Kevin leans over and whispers something in his ear. Nick bites his lip and looks away, letting Kevin lead him out the door.
But Kevin stops and looks at me. “I’ll expect you tonight. Bring my gun.”
And then he’s gone.
Well, I must say, that was some fucked up shit.
We were damn lucky nobody decided to use the restroom in the last fifteen minutes.
I manage to pull my jeans up and re-fasten them, grasping the edge of the counter, pulling myself up.
Ow, my ass.
Dammit Richardson, would it have killed you to use some of the damn hand soap?
I turn on the sink and wash the blood out of my mouth, splashing some cold water on my face. Looking up into the mirror, I watch the droplets roll down my features.
I can still see Kevin behind me, gorgeous and cruel.
And Nick behind him, biting his lip, hair falling in his eyes.
But then I see Brian, arms crossed and disapproving hurt flashing in his eyes.
I sigh and lower my eyes back to sink, then grab a paper towel and wipe the rest of the water off my face, tossing it in the trash.
I stand up and look at myself in the mirror, noticing the come stains on the front of my shirt. I button up my coat, effectively hiding them.
Taking a deep breath, I throw my shoulders back and lift my chin.
That’s me. Self-important badass all the way.
AJ McLean, assassin extraordinaire with a sense of style.
At least I was before getting involved in all this shit.
My shoulders slump slightly and I trudge out of the bathroom.
Nick and Kevin are already gone.
I walk up to the counter. “Gimmie one of those Kid’s Meals.”
The girl behind the register gives me a funny look, shakes her head, and punches up the order. “For here or to go?”
“To go.”
I pay and grab the bag, fishing out the little action figure. I dump the rest of the meal in the trash as I head out the door.
I’m really more of a McDonald’s kind of guy.
I climb into my car, grabbing the pack of cigarettes of the dashboard and lighting one up. I tear open the little plastic bag, throwing it in my back seat.
I study the little figure carefully. It really does look like me.
Well, like I used to before all this shit started.
All self-assured and completely cool.
I set him on the dashboard and just glare at him, taking a drag on my cigarette.
Stupid fuck. Just got everything under control, don’t you?
I smash the burning end of my cigarette into his little rubber face.
He falls over; features half-melted and covered in black ash.
Well guess what, little man? Shit happens.
I start up the car and just drive aimlessly. I don’t want to go home, not to Brian and his accusations. Not yet.
I notice one of my favorite shops, Toys for Boys, on my left.
You know, I should get Brian a little get-well present. I pull over and park, heading inside.
The bell above the door rings as I push it open.
The cashier looks up. “Hey AJ. Long time no see. Looking for anything in particular today?”
I shake my head. “Just a little get-well gift.”
He grins knowingly. “Well we got some of the best medicine around. Just let me know if you need any help.”
I nod and begin to wander through the isles.
Ten thousand different brands of lube.
I frown as I pass the butt plugs. Damn things.
Racks of degrading little outfits on my right. I actually see a minister one.
I’m tempted. Very tempted.
But I don’t think Brian would appreciate the joke.
Then I hit the leather section. It takes up nearly a third of the store. Whips and paddles of every variety, restraints, and other fetish gear.
I finger a shiny pair of handcuffs.
Never thought I would grow to hate those too.
Hey! Nipple clamps!
Love those things, it’s a wonder I don’t have a pair already.
I grab a set and some extra lube and head to the counter. You can never have enough lube. If nothing else, Richardson taught me that.
I pay and take the bag from the cashier.
He smirks. “Have fun with those.”
I smile and head back out to my car.