Part Forty-Seven
** Two Years Later **
“‘Everybody loves me, baby, what’s the matter with you?’” sang Corey to himself as he walked up to Xander’s house. “‘Tell me what did I do to offend you?’ Oh, hey, Iam. Is Xander in?”
“Yeah,” said Iam boredly. “ ‘E’s in ‘is room.”
Corey practically ran to Xander’s bedroom. “Guess what, Xan?” he asked bursting into Xander’s room without knocking.
Xander was pulling a tee-shirt over his head and Corey stopped to admire the view. Xander had been working out a lot, and Corey certainly enjoyed the results. “Uh, you’ve decided to go straight and there’s no room in your life for me anymore,” said Xander, eyes twinkling as he finished tugging the shirt on.
“Now what did you go and hide that gorgeous body for?” asked Corey, pulling Xander in for a kiss. “And even if I went straight you’d be my secret sex-toy, right?”
“If you say so.”
“Anyway, I got tickets for us to go see Billy Idol in LA next month.”
“You did?! Yes!” Xander did his Snoopy dance before Corey pushed him down onto the bed.
“Don’t I get a thank you?” asked Corey, settling on top of Xander.
“Yeah, I guess. Thank you,” smirked Xander, pushing Corey off him and getting off the bed. “Why don’t we go to the Bronze for a celebration?”
Corey groaned, but levered himself off the bed and followed Xander out of the room.
“Dad, hey, Dad!” Xander knocked on Liam and Giles’ bedroom door. “You in there?”
“No, I’m in the kitchen,” came Giles reply.
Xander headed into the kitchen. “Sorry,” he said, grinning. “Corey and I are going to go to the Bronze, that okay?”
“Back by one?”
“As always. Later, Dad.”
“Have fun, Xander.”
Lindsey watched Jesse trying on clothes. His lover was tall and beautiful, his light brown hair kept shoulder-length and most often pulled back in a tail. “Oh, I like that one, baby.
Jesse studied himself in the mirror. “You think?” He looked down at the skintight leather pants and black tank top. “It’s kinda revealing.”
“Exactly,” leered Lindsey moving up behind Jesse.
“Linds, baby,” said Jesse huskily as his lover nibbled on his neck, “not in public.”
“Why not?” pouted Lindsey.
“Father was pissed last time.”
“Point taken. But you’re getting this outfit.”
Jesse turned in Lindsey’s arms and grinned at his lover. “What about you?”
“No, no, no. I do not do leather. You know that.”
“Please?”
“No.”
Jesse pouted harder, “Please?”
“Ah, Jesse, don’t pout.”
Jesse let tears well up in his eyes and pulled away from Lindsey “You don’t love me anymore.”
“It should be against the law for you to do that, baby. Fine,” sighed Lindsey. “I’ll get a pair, too.”
Once Lindsey had changed into a pair of leather pants and an extra tight sky blue muscle shirt, he stepped out of the dressing room reluctantly.
Jesse nearly drooled when Lindsey came out for his inspection. “God, Linds, you look like heaven.”
“Really?” Lindsey asked skeptically. “I look stupid, don’t I?”
“Get back in the changing room.”
“What?”
“Now,” ordered Jesse, pushing at Lindsey and following him into the small room.
“Jesse, what are you doing?”
“Stripping,” said Jesse as he kicked the leather pants off. “You should too.”
“Oh, I should?” Lindsey crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, his gaze raking over the now naked younger man. “I think you should strip me.”
“With pleasure,” purred Jesse. He slid his hands down Lindsey’s cloth-covered chest, then slipped his hands under the shirt and tugged it off Lindsey in one quick motion.
Lindsey pulled Jesse in for a kiss, thrusting his tongue into the younger man’s mouth eagerly.
Jesse pulled away and dropped to his knees. He deftly undid Lindsey’s pants, sliding them down. Lindsey stepped out of the pants and pulled Jesse back to his feet. “What do you want to do?” he asked huskily, kissing along Jesse’s jaw.
“Fuck me,” panted Jesse, “please.”
Moving one hand to his lover’s erection, Lindsey began stroking him firmly. “Haven’t got any lube.”
“In… my pants… my jeans, you know it’s there, just… No,” he moaned as Lindsey moved away from him.
Lindsey rifled through the pockets of Jesse’s jeans, quickly locating the lube, then turned back to his lover. “Turn around.”
Jesse complied, getting on the floor on his hands and knees, and moaning when Lindsey pressed two slick fingers inside him. Lindsey stretched him quickly, unable to wait any longer. He lubed his cock and placed it at Jesse’s entrance. “Wait,” he said, teasingly.
“What?” groaned Jesse.
“You said Vincent would be upset if we did this in public.”
Jesse twisted around so that he could look at Lindsey. “If you don’t shut up and fuck me, I swear to God I will withhold sex.”
Lindsey grabbed Jesse’s hips and with one long, smooth thrust, buried himself in his lover’s tight hole. He began a slow rhythm thrusting in and out of Jesse’s body. Slowly, he increased the speed and intensity of his strokes, making sure to hit Jesse’s prostate with every thrust.
Lindsey pulled Jesse up against his chest and nibbled on his shoulder blade as began pumping his lover’s cock.
Jesse came quickly, moaning loudly. Lindsey followed, stifling his cries in Jesse’s shoulder.
“Hey, man.”
“Oz, come in. Did you bring it?”
“Yeah, s’right here.” Oz held up a Wal-Mart sack.
“Great!”
“Why’re you doing this?”
“Cause I can, now are you gonna help me or what?”
“Yeah, but dude, just don’t cut it.”
Iam fingered his hair thoughtfully. “I don’t know. It won’t be a real change if I don’t cut it.”
“Dude, you will so regret it.”
“Fine, now come on.”
“Wow, man, that’s cool.”
Iam stared at his reflection in the mirror. “I still think it’ll look more shocking if we cut it.”
“No, man, I’m telling ya, don’t cut it.”
“Well, let me go get changed, then, and we head for the Bronze.”
Vincent looked up from the case file he was reading when Jesse and Lindsey walked into the living room. “Jesse, what did I tell you about having sex in public?”
Jesse’s face fell a little. “I thought we didn’t get caught.”
“It was my fault, Vincent. I couldn’t help myself.”
“First of all, Jesse, they do have cameras in the dressing rooms, and I don’t care who initiated it, you two have got to stop fucking everywhere you please.”
“Are you saying we should keep it to home and the office?” asked Jesse, grinning audaciously.
“Yes, now, I believe you have finals to study for, son. Lindsey, these depositions will not read themselves.”
Xander and Corey were dancing together when they noticed a crowd forming on the other side of the club. “Wow,” said Xander, “what do you think’s going on over there?”
“Dunno,” said Corey. “Wanna go see?”
“Yeah.” They headed over to where everyone was gathering and then Xander stopped short. It was Iam. With bleached hair. Short, bleached hair. “Wow,” he breathed.
Corey took one look and pulled Xander away. “Jeez, Xan, he doesn’t look that different. C’mon,” Corey said seductively. “We can go up on the roof.”