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Forrest tried not to be greedy. He’d wanted to pull him into his arms and bed since he’d walked in the door and sat down. He’d nearly cried when Jake took his hand in his like he’d been doing it forever. And now, right now, he was close enough for him to touch everywhere he wanted. But he didn’t. Not yet.

The kiss was soft, not hungry like he wanted. But this was better, Forrest thought. It was an exploration for them both. And even though Forrest wanted this man with all that he was, he also knew that Jake was still new to their relationship. Even to this lifestyle.

When Jake lifted his head and rested his forehead on his, Forrest wanted to ask him if he was all right. But his tongue was tied up in knots, just as his belly was. So when Jake leaned in and kissed him again, Forrest couldn’t have held back his need if he’d had to.

Hunger. It was as ripe as the roses in the vases near them. Even as fragrant. Forrest touched his hand to his chest, just to make sure that this was real, when Jake moaned. It served as an invitation to him. Forrest wanted more, he wanted it all. Pulling him closer, almost over him, Forrest slid his hand down his chest to his pants and cupped Jake’s cock. He moaned when he felt not just his length, but how hard he was as well. Jake pulled away and looked down to where his hand was.

“I’ve thought of nothing else but you touching me like this.” Forrest wanted to reach into his pants, free his cock, and hold him, but was trying his best to take this slow enough where they were not fucking on a hospital bed. “The thought of being in your mouth makes me hurt.”

“Christ.” He nearly tore Jake’s pants off him in his haste. Forrest needed him. Wanted to pull him up over him and let him come all over his body. As soon as he had Jake free, he slid his hand up and down his shaft as Jake moved his sheets out of the way. “I want to come on you, mark you.”

“Yes. Oh yes, I would love that too.” When his own cock was freed, he watched Jake’s hand slide up and down him, felt him rock into his own palm as he fucked him with his hand. “I can suck you, right? I need to taste your cock.”

If he answered him, he wasn’t sure. Jake pulled from him and leaned over his body and took him deep into his mouth. Forrest cried out, the heat of Jake’s mouth almost too hot. He was as close to coming as he’d ever been when Jake moved his head down to his balls and suckled one into his mouth.

“I’ve never done this before. Tell me if I hurt you.” Forrest said that he would as he watched him lick his length before taking his crown in his mouth again before looking at him. “I love the taste of you. When you come, will I be able to taste all of you?”

His cock felt tight, his balls pulled up close to his body, hot with cum. As Jake sucked, bobbing his head up and down over him, licking his length when he could, Forrest rocked upward, feeling the tight muscles at the back of Jake’s throat. Forrest curled his fingers into his hair to help guide him. Really, it wasn’t so much as guiding him, he realized, as he was just holding on. It was both heaven and hell having Jake doing these things to him.

Forrest was close to coming…he could feel it as the ecstasy ran over his body. He wanted to bring Jake as well, show him heights that they could both enjoy together, but the bed wasn’t cooperating and they had to be extra quiet. Even as Jake slid his hands over his balls again, cupping them in his fingers, Forrest wanted to cry out, release in a way that everyone within miles would know that he had his mate. Then Jake slid his finger up under his ass and into his tight hole.

Forrest came hard. Stars danced in front of his eyes. The pounding of his heart sounded like drums beating to a rhythm that he’d never heard before but loved. As his balls filled again, his cock stretching out longer, he felt Jake fucking him, his fingers making him think of silk sheets, hot summer nights sleeping with the window open, and commitment all at once. Then he came a second time and Forrest cried out, even the pillow over his mouth doing nothing to stop the sound from echoing around the room.

Aftershocks made him ache. Forrest felt his heart not just pounding but coming alive at the same time. Pulling Jake to him, his mouth still smeared with his cream, he kissed him, showing him as best he could how he felt. Then he reached for his cock.

“Come on me.” Jake nodded, holding onto the mattress above his head as he held him in his hand. “Christ, come all over me so I can come again.”

“I’m so close. I need to come now.” Forrest slid his hand faster up and down his shaft, using the cum that streamed there as a lubricant. He wanted to see his face, watch him as he came for the first time with him. And when he threw back his head and cried out, Forrest held his own cock as he came yet again.

He was spent and felt wonderful, like he’d run a marathon and had the best sleep he’d ever had at the same time. And when Jake leaned to him, laying his head on his chest, he held him there, feeling like the weight of the world was off his back. Forrest was in love. For the first time in his life, he was truly in love.

“I never thought it would be that way.” Forrest waited, knowing that Jake was going to tell him that he was sickened by what they’d just done; or worse yet, that he’d not really enjoyed it that much. “I have to sit. My legs are wobbly and I feel slightly lightheaded.”

After they both straightened up their clothing, Forrest felt his anger start to take him. He’d just had the best sex of his life with a man that he loved, and now he was going to leave him. But before he could speak, Jake started talking. It took him several moments before he was able to understand.

“I saw these two men on the Internet having sex. It seemed too wonderful for them. I mean, like they were really in love and all. I thought, no one would feel that way about me. I’d be lucky if you didn’t turn me away the first time I touched you. I’m not in the best of shape. I’ve been thinking about working on my body, but I’ve just been so down lately that I’ve let some things slide. Mostly how I look. Mostly because of Carol, but I’ve also been so worried at work about things. What was going to happen if they picked someone over me? Now I don’t have to worry about that any more, but it seems that something else would pop into my head to worry over. Then there is the—” Forrest said his name and nearly laughed when Jake’s mouth snapped closed. “I’m nervous. Babbling about stupid things. But I’m terrified, if you want to know the truth, that you’re going to tell me that this was a mistake. That you really aren’t my mate or something like that.”

“No, I won’t turn you away. And that was the best sex I’ve ever had. I never expected it to happen…not between us, I guess.” Jake grinned like a kid. “I’m nervous too, if you want the truth. I was sure when you sat down that you’d tell me the same thing. It wasn’t for you or something like that. Then when you took my hand in yours it was like you were saying to me that it was okay with you, this thing between the two of us. Did you really watch a video of two men?”

“Yes. I got to thinking how I knew nothing about sex with another man. And when they were coming, the two of them climaxing like they did, I did as well.” His face turned a deep shade of red. “All I could think about afterwards was how fulfilling it had been. And a huge turn on. Not watching strangers, but that I had come so hard.”

“Coming like this, with you, you have no idea how good it felt.” Jake said he had a pretty good idea. “Well, I guess you would. I can’t believe…I guess I expected we’d wait or that we’d take it slower.”

“I think that I’ve been taking things slow my whole life.” Forrest watched Jake as he got up to pace the room. “I thought about us all night. Not just sexually, though that played a big part of it, but just in other things. Getting to know each other, being with you. Did you know that when we had that dinner together the other night, I was so relaxed that I slept straight through the night? I never do that. Something always disturbs my sleep at least twice.”

“We’ll still need to take this slow. I know that I don’t care what other people think, but we both have a career to think about, as well as our families. I don’t think mine could hate me any more than they already do, but there is Carol.” Jake nodded as he continued to pace. “Your grandma will act as if this was her entire idea and that she invented homosexuality.”

“She might. I don’t know what I would have done without her over the years. She’s been a rock in my life.” Forrest told him that she was for him as well. Jake stopped moving and looked at him. “What do we do now? Do we keep meeting in secret? Do we go to out of town hotels to be together? I don’t want to, but I’m not sure that just moving in together won’t cause us some problems, like you said.”

“I think, for the time being, that we try and take things slowly. Your divorce will be messy enough without the added drama of us.” Jake agreed. “We can meet in my offices. Or at your house. But we have to be careful. Just for now.”

“I agree. And if Carol gets wind of this, it will be spread all over the place. That she was the injured party in this. And I can see her making up stories that she caught us together in some compromising position as well.” Forrest had thought that as well. “All right. We’ll do like this, to save us both. But in the meantime, I’d very much like to take you up on that partnership. If you still think we can work together.”

“Oh yes. More than ever. I’m not sure how much actual work we’ll get done, but I think we can make a go of it.” They were both still laughing when Jenna came into the room.

“Good, I’m glad that the two of you aren’t going to let a little gossip change who you are.” She began pulling thick sandwiches out of a picnic basket as she continued. “By the way, I’ve spoken to my son. He is not any happier with me than he is with you. I told him that Carol was a bitch and that you were divorcing her. Nothing more, but I would expect him to talk to you. He seems to think you’re a fool and are going to cost him money over this. I haven’t any idea how he’s come to that conclusion, but he’s always been a bastard in my book. I wanted to tell him your bed was your concern now, but I didn’t. I can hold a secret no matter how much I want to spill the beans. Especially to him. Who would have thought I could have had such a son? Not me, that’s for sure.”

Forrest thought that his life from now on was going to be epic. And happy. There was no doubt that he’d have to keep on his toes with these two; and more than that, he’d never be lonely again. Now if he could just get home to show Jake how to properly make love he’d be content. And the rest of the world could go straight to fucking hell.

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Thomas made his way to the bar he frequented. It was also the place where he did his best work. He had things he needed to get done soon, but without the funds to do so, he was at a standstill. Three men, all of them dressed in business suits and drinking beer, caught his attention as soon as he walked in. They were as good as any place to start, he thought. Men like them wouldn’t know what hit them when he started his little game.

Smiling, he thought about Forrest. He was as good as dead now. It had been his plan only to wound him. But the longer he’d had to sit there, waiting for the prick to come home, the more violent his plans had become.

Forrest had been royally pissed when he’d found out about the little things that Thomas had taken from him. And rightly so, he supposed. Thomas had had a good laugh over each piece of shit he’d taken every time he’d gone to his fence. And how he’d been able to take about five grand worth of his shit before he noticed.

Little things really, nothing that was big enough to be glaring, but take them he had. Then the fucking bank had ruined it all for him, too soon for him to get the real payoff. Pictures of them together for blackmail, cleaning out the account that he knew was right there for the taking. Thomas wanted to find that guy and make him pay as well. But Forrest had called in a couple of favors. Thomas saw that the banker and his family were being watched over too closely for his tastes; he’d been jumped and left him alone. For now, anyway.

He was sure it had been Forrest that had done that too. There wasn’t any conversation when he’d been shadowed after leaving the bar that night. Just three men shoving him into a dark alley then beating him to shit. They left him there, curled up in a ball and bleeding. It was what had prompted him into going after Forrest and making him pay for all that he’d lost.

They’d broken his arm in two places, as well as several ribs, so it had been hard on him, going out to the field where Forrest went on occasion. But the worse part of it was, they’d messed up his face. Thomas took pride in how his face looked. Right now he was sporting nineteen stitches in his lip, forty over his left eye, and thirteen along his cheek. He was a mess and he knew it.

Vinny, the bartender, knew him and set a tall glass of what was basically colored water in front of him. It was nothing more than water with cherry juice and a squeeze of lime in it. But it resembled a tall drink and that was what he was going for. Props, he called them, to look the part of a man who knew his way around a bar.

When one of the men that he had targeted came to the bar for drinks, Thomas nodded. He wasn’t going to move in just yet. As far as he could tell, these men were in for a while and he was going to take his time to peel them off from the pack, so to speak. There were three of them, and all he could think about was the other night when he’d been hurt. Safety in a single man, not a trio of them. Though the thought of the four of them together made his dick stretch.

“How you doing?” The man only nodded, saying that he was fine. As he moved away, taking his beers with him, Thomas motioned for Vinny. “I need your help again. I’ll give you all the cash they have on them for some help separating them for me.”

“Nah, I’m done with you.” Thomas thought he was kidding and told him that he’d give him the goods if he’d put them in the glasses. “No, seriously. I’m done doing this work for you. Ain’t worth the money.”

“You can’t be done with me. Damn it, we have a good thing going here.” Vinny just shrugged. “What happened? The money not good enough for you now, or do you have another partner in this? The boss, he giving you shit again? I told you I’d help you out. I can send a little more your way if you need it.” Vinny told him it wasn’t that. “Then what? You can’t just leave me hanging, buddy. I need you.”

“Ever hear of a firm by the name of Winslow and Winslow?” Thomas said that he’d not had the pleasure. “I hadn’t either until yesterday. This guy rolls on in here and tells me straight up if I help you in any way, even if it’s to lend you a quarter to make a police call, he’d come back here and shut me down so fast that I won’t even have the cash from the register. And for some reason I don’t think he was talking about the bar, but me. I don’t need that kind of shit coming my way. I have a family.”

“That’s bullshit. Why does he give a shit if you help a man out? Not to mention, how the fuck did he find out? You talking again, Vinny?” He said that he wasn’t but the guy knew things. “What sort of things? I’m betting it was that lover of yours who told if you didn’t. There is no way he’d know anything unless someone shared shit.”

“Wasn’t that. But he knew the drug that you gave me to put in the drinks of the patrons you wanted to hit. That’s what he called them too, patrons. He said that you came in here, targeted a man or two, then I’d drug them. Then we’d take them out back, fuck them a little, then we’d leave them for the rats to pick over.” Vinny looked around as if he expected this guy to pop out of the woodwork. “Then he showed me pictures. Of us. You and me beating the shit out of one of these guys then taking their goods. I don’t need any shit, Thomas. And I can’t lose my job. I need this thing.”

Vinny moved away from him as if he was afraid of catching some disease. This wasn’t right. Who the fuck did this guy think he was, messing with his livelihood? He was going to have a talk with this firm and see what the hell their problem was. Pulling out his phone to find out what he could, he looked up the company of Winslow and Winslow.

They were an investment group. A man and woman owned the place, more than likely fat rich fucks that hated gays as much as most of the world. Jenna and Jake Winslow were out to change the world, the column said about them. They were making a difference in a great many lives, and helping the underprivileged as well as the downtrodden.

“Fuck that shit.” As he skimmed through the rest of the article that was dated last year, he wondered if they were the ones that had had him beaten up. “More than likely hired some shit to do it for them. Hell of a way they help the underprivileged, by taking their jobs from them.”

Thomas tried twice more to get Vinny to help him. Not even the waitress, who he knew needed the cash, would turn his way when he said her name. Damn it, this was just stupid. He needed the cash these pricks had on them. And perhaps a few charges on a couple of their cards too. A man had to eat, didn’t he?

When the second guy in the group made his way to the bar, he looked right at him. Thomas felt his neck hairs dance and his body go sweaty hot to ice cold in a heartbeat. There was something very scary about the way he was staring at him.

“You’re Thomas Simpson, aren’t you?” He had no choice but to answer him. When he nodded, the man laughed. “Yeah, we thought so. Are you having trouble scoring there, Tommy boy? Are you finding it hard to get someone to let you fuck them over? You might want to find a different profession. One that might let you live just a little longer.”

“You think you know something? Well, I like what I do, and I’m pretty damned good at it too. So fuck off.” The man said nothing but reached into his suit pocket, and that was when Thomas saw the gun. It wasn’t one of those little cheap pieces of shit that he had sold out of the back of his car before either. This one was meant for business, not just show. “You have a gun? Why? You’re supposed to be this big bad vamp, right? What do you want?”

“To kill idiots I don’t want to get close to. As for what I want? Well, now that’s a very powerful word there, want. I want you to die, but I’m not to touch you unless I have to protect myself. Are you going to give me a reason to touch you, Tommy boy?” He shook his head. “Too bad. So since you won’t give me what I want, then I’m going to tell you what I need for you to do. Leave. Not just this bar, but this town. Just get in that piece of shit car you have and get the fuck out of town. Not that you’ll have any better luck with your scam once you do go, but you might not be killed if we don’t find you here again.”

“I didn’t do a damned thing to you. You have no right to order me to leave here.” When the man straightened up, his body just growing taller as he did so, Thomas felt his balls tighten to his body. The man was fucking huge. “Don’t hurt me.”

“Why not? You hurt men all the time, don’t you?” He nodded, again not able to keep himself from doing so. It was like he couldn’t lie to him. And when he smiled, Thomas fell off the back of the stool he was sitting on and backed up to the wall. “I can see that we understand each other now. You know that as a vampire of some age, I can find your skinny ass wherever I want and whenever I need to. You might also keep in mind that I have some pretty powerful friends, and I can call on them with just a breath of air to end your miserable life.”

The vampire moved toward him, slowly. He stared at his face too, like he was memorizing every detail about it for future reference. When he had him pressed to the wall, his body hurting as picture frames and other things behind him bit into his skin, Thomas wanted to look away, but he couldn’t. The vampire had him. Captured him with his gaze, he thought it was called.

“Who sent you after me?” The man laughed, the sound of it like nails on a chalkboard to him. Not that his laughter wasn’t full of humor, but to Thomas, it sounded just like that. “I deserve to know who sent you.”

“Do you? I don’t think you do. However, I will tell you this….” He was lifted up by the man, one hand to his throat was all it took. “You touch anyone again, for any reason, and I will not just end your sad life, but I will take great pleasure in tearing you into pieces so small that no one will find you. Even if there was a soul out there that would give a fuck you were dead.”

Thomas staggered home. He wasn’t entirely sure how he’d gotten there, but bits and pieces of himself falling and tumbling around on the sidewalks were a part of his recollections. Once he thought he’d been held at knife point, but he wasn’t quite sure of that either. Things weren’t just fuzzy for him, but they fluctuated between outright fear and blank spaces of time.

His first complete thought was how, sitting on his lumpy couch with his pants down around his ankles, he’d come to be in this state of undress. Thomas wasn’t sure why or how it had happened, but he was half dressed and his head was pounding. Pulling his pants up as he made his way to the bathroom, he thought of what had happened in the bar. A vampire had threatened him.

Not that he didn’t believe in such beings. He knew a great many shifters. Vampires, however, were animals that he left alone. They were not ones to fuck with, he’d learned the hard way. And in addition to being bad assed, they also had a long memory on shit that most people would just ignore. But not a vampire.

As he kicked off his pants and made his way to the shower, he thought of the shit that had gone down. He’d been threatened. By a vampire, no less. And who the fuck were these people, the Winslows, and what business was it of theirs what he did in his free time? It wasn’t like he was hurting anyone. Then he thought of Forrest.

“Okay, so I killed him. But he drove me to it.” Thomas stared at his reflection in the mirror as he turned right then left, looking at his body. He was battered and bruised. His body had more cuts and sores on it than he’d had in his entire life up until now. “He should have been glad to have someone like me in his miserable life. And so what if there were a few things missing from his place? It’s not like he didn’t have a ton of money to replace them.”

Money that he hadn’t been able to cash in on. Thomas had known that Forrest, as a lawyer, would have a lot of it. Hell, the man didn’t even own a house or a really nice car. There had to be millions of bucks just waiting there for him to collect on, but some fucking banker had gotten in his way of that. Just like this vampire had.

The shower wasn’t nearly as long as he’d wanted. The hot water always ran out long before he was finished up, and that pissed him off more. As he was getting dressed, thinking more and more about the fucking vamp, he knew just what he was going to do. Go out to the field and piss on Forrest’s rotten head.

Thomas thought as far as plans went, this one was the best he’d ever come up with. And he was going to tell that vampire next time he saw him to fuck off too. He was his own man, not a pussy like Forrest was.