for akite: "Venn Diagram" (Wilby Wonderful/Double Happiness/HCL/Mutant X) by lilac_one
Title: Venn Diagram
Author: lilac_one
Recipient: akite
Fandoms: Wilby Wonderful/Double Happiness/Hard Core Logo/Mutant X
Pairings: Duck/Dan, Mark/Jade, Billy/Joe
Rating: NC-17
Many thanks to the incomparable brooklinegirl, without whom there would be no story, and if there was a story, there would be rampant comma and period confusion, and really badly written, clichéd sex. Also, too much exposition.
Venn Diagram
~*~
Ding, ding.
Dan looked up from his desk as Sandra backed into the store, a coffee caddy in one hand and a grease-stained paper bag in the other. He realized that she was bringing him breakfast, which was really very kind of her. He and Duck had been running late that morning, and hadn't had time to stop in at Iggy's for breakfast like they usually did.
Dan felt his face warm at the reminder of why they'd been delayed. His mind flashed on slick, wet skin under his hands, hard porcelain under his knees, warm water sluicing down his back, and Duck in his mouth.
Dan rinsed the last of the shampoo out of his hair and let the water beat down on his shoulders as he tried to wake up. He could hear Duck brushing his teeth at the sink.
"Turning on the water now," Duck called, giving Dan time to step out of the spray to avoid the sudden scalding temperature.
A few seconds later, Duck peeked around the shower curtain inches from Dan. He was naked, waiting for the shower, and had a speck of foam in the corner of his mouth. "Done now."
Dan wanted to lick off the spot of toothpaste. A moment later it dawned on him that there really wasn't a reason not to, so he did.
"Mmm."
Duck licked him back. It was a bit awkward, the tub giving Dan just enough height advantage to make kissing Duck uncomfortable, so Dan opened the shower curtain and tugged at Duck. He backed up until the cool tiles of the wall were at his back, Duck plastered down his front. They kissed lazily, tongues tangling and tasting.
Duck pulled back and reached for the soap. "We're going to be late," he said, more a statement of fact than protest.
"So we'll skip breakfast," Dan replied, taking the soap from Duck and making lather. He nudged Duck until he was the one leaning against the wall and began to wash Duck's chest, caressing the muscles there before moving down to his stomach. When he had mapped every inch with his fingertips, he lifted Duck's right arm and pressed it to the wall, clasping Duck's hand in his. He spared a glance at Duck's face. His head was tilted back, eyes closed, with a soft smile on his lips.
Dan ran the soap down Duck's arm with his other hand. When he reached Duck's armpit, he nuzzled it, licking and nipping just the way Duck liked. Duck moaned and started to come off the wall, but Dan gently leaned on him, holding him in place. He could feel Duck's growing erection pressing into his leg.
Dan trailed his tongue from Duck's armpit across his shoulder. He stopped just below the tan line on Duck's neck and sucked hard. Above him, Duck gasped, his hips jerking up once. Dan didn't stop until he'd left his mark on Duck's skin. He licked the purple bruise to soothe it, then found Duck's mouth in a deep, lewd kiss. Duck thrust again him again, and Dan was suddenly aware of his own erection. He adjusted so they were lined up and let Duck move against him, momentarily reveling in the sensation. When he felt Duck's free hand grip his shoulder, Dan broke the kiss.
Still clutching the soap, Dan prodded Duck's left arm so he lifted it against the wall, too. Dan washed it slowly, marveling at the definition there, so much sexier from being earned in hard work in life, not at a gym. He traced the line of Duck's bicep, sucked at the crease of his elbow.
Duck bucked again, eliciting a groan from Dan. He dropped the soap, tangled his other hand with Duck's, and returned to Duck's mouth. Dan loved kissing Duck this way, bodies pressed tight from arms to chest to groin, cocks languidly rubbing together, but this morning he wanted to taste more.
He released Duck's hands and slid to his knees. He sampled the line of leg into hip, Duck's cock rubbing against his cheek. He pulled back and looked up at Duck. Duck was watching him, his breath coming in shallow pants. Without breaking eye contact, Dan braced one hand on Duck's hip, wrapped the other hand around the base of Duck's cock and slowly swallowed him down. Duck closed his eyes then and seemed to lose himself in the sensation of Dan's mouth even as his hands barely gripped Dan's hair. Dan loved bringing him to this place, loved that he knew just the rhythm to set, just how to touch him to bring him the most pleasure.
Dan let go of Duck's hip and moved his hand to Duck's ass. He paused to appreciate how the muscles moved, so strong under his hand. He could feel Duck's breathing change, knew he was close. He squeezed Duck's ass, let his other hand drop to stroke Duck's balls. With a shudder and a softly moaned, "Oh, Dan," Duck came.
After Dan swallowed away the last spurt, Duck grabbed Dan under his arms and hauled him to his feet for another nasty kiss. Reaching between them, Duck ran a finger down Dan's cock. Dan groaned when Duck's hand left him to settle on his shoulder, turn him around, and pull him close. Dan braced his feet apart, dropping his head back to rest on Duck's shoulder, and let Duck take over.
Duck licked his ear and traced Dan's nipples, pinching first one, then the other, until Dan's moans echoed off the tiled walls. Duck ran a hand down Dan's chest, over his stomach, and down to his cock. Duck began to stroke him, still playing with his nipple. Dan thrust, groaning, into the tight circle of his hand. Duck nipped Dan's ear and murmured, "I love you. You're so beautiful. Love you," a warm litany that pushed Dan over the edge.
When Dan recovered sufficiently to stand without support, Duck gave him one last kiss and let him go. He bent over to retrieve the soap.
"I want to fuck you in the shower tonight," Dan blurted out.
Duck laughed. "You like the view, eh, cowboy?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"Then it's a date."
Now, Dan smiled to himself, and went to greet Sandra. He held open the door so she could turn around, and relieved her of the coffee caddy.
"Good morning," she said cheerfully, letting the door close behind her.
"It is," Dan smiled. "Thanks for bringing breakfast. It really wasn't necessary." It had surprised Dan how easily he'd adapted to chatting with Sandra in the mornings. In the past, he had held himself apart in so many ways. He was far more relaxed and happy now than he could remember being since he realized in gym in grade four that he wasn't like the other boys because he liked the other boys.
"It was actually just a good excuse. I figured you didn't have time to stop in today and since school starts next week, I thought I'd take advantage of my last week of freedom with Emily around to cover at the restaurant," Sandra said.
Dan tried not to blush. "We were just, um, running late."
Sandra stared at him speculatively and then her face broke into a knowing grin. "Running late, huh? Is that what they're calling it these days?"
Before he could respond the bells rang again and Duck poked his head in. "Are the rumors of coffee and egg sandwiches true?"
Sandra waved the bag. "They are. Come on in."
Duck smiled. "Thanks. This is a nice surprise. We ran out of time to eat this morning."
"So Dan said." Sandra raised her eyebrows. "Some things are more fun than breakfast."
"You know it," Duck grinned, then turned to Dan. "Hey."
"Hey yourself," Dan answered. If they had been alone, he would have been able to kiss Duck hello. It had been almost two years since Dan moved from the guest room to the master bedroom of Duck's house, but he still got a thrill from knowing he was allowed to kiss Duck, that Duck wanted to kiss him back. Duck shot him a look then, his eyes crinkling the tiniest bit, and Dan knew Duck was thinking about kissing him, too.
Instead, Duck took the bag from Sandra. "So how's Emily?"
"Great. I can't believe she's going off to university. I'm not old enough to have kid in university." Sandra pulled a face.
Duck smiled. "You'll both be fine."
Sandra shrugged. "I know. She's going to love it, and Iggy's will keep me too busy to miss her. Much."
Dan had seen a fairly new, fairly expensive car parked in front of Sandra's apartment quite a few times lately. He hoped whoever the guy was, he'd do right by Sandra. For all her brash exterior, Dan had seen the way she watched Duck and him when they came into Iggy's in the mornings, the same way she was watching them now. He hoped she'd find someone as good for her as Duck was for him. Still, it was nice to know that there was someone else out there who recognized that he and Duck were right together.
"Well, we'll certainly continue to do our part. Especially with service like this. How much do we owe you?" Duck replied, reaching for his wallet.
Sandra waved him off. "Don't worry about it now. You can take care of it tomorrow. And now I'd really better run."
"Thanks again. We really appreciate it," Duck said.
"Yeah, thanks," said Dan.
"See you tomorrow," said Sandra as she walked out the door.
"Come on back," Dan said to Duck, leading the way to his office. He set the coffee caddy on the corner of his desk, and closed his ledger and checkbook, moving them and the small stack of bills to one of the desk drawers. "Our table is ready."
Duck set the bag down on the desk. "C'mere."
Dan walked into Duck's arms, kissing him on the mouth once, twice. The third one lasted just long enough for a quick touch of tongues.
Before it could go anywhere, the bell on the door rang. Dan hastily stepped away from Duck and looked out to see an attractive Asian woman enter, followed by a man with floppy blond hair and dark plastic-framed glasses.
Dan took a moment to meet Duck's eyes.
"Love you," Duck whispered.
"Love you, too."
Then Dan went to meet his customers. "Hi. Can I help you?"
~*~
Mark and Jade walked hand in hand, trailing behind Pearl and the kids. June picked something up from a pool of water among the rocks and chased Nathan with it. Suddenly, Nathan turned around, pushed his glasses back up, and roared something that sent June fleeing back toward Pearl as their gales of laughter carried back to their parents. Eight years old and already turning gawky. He was flapping his arms now, and Jade couldn't help but laugh.
"You have a mini-Me, Mark," Jade said, bumping him with her shoulder.
"Poor boy," Mark sighed. "I can only hope he's as lucky as I am."
"Sap."
"I prefer obnoxiously sweet, thank you."
Jade grinned. "It was sweetly obnoxious."
They stopped and watched the waves hit the rocks. "It's really beautiful here," said Jade, trying to absorb the wild beauty, store it up for the weeks ahead when she'd be on a soundstage for eighteen hours a day.
"It is. Someone in the diner mentioned The Watch is the only undeveloped bit of coastline left on the island."
"I'm not ready to go back," Jade sighed, leaning into Mark.
He wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on her head. "I know. I'm not either. I got so much more writing done here than I expected."
She twisted around to look at up at him. "Does that mean that when you come to visit me in Toronto you won't have to hide away the whole time while the kids and I have all the fun?"
"Hopefully. This time I really do want a set tour. It's going to be something else," Mark said.
"I think I can arrange it." She paused, then continued teasingly, already knowing the answer, "Are you sure you don't just want to give up your job? I think I can support you in the style to which you've become accustomed."
Mark laughed. "Yes, but it's so amusing to hear all the undergrads whispering incredulously about how a spaz like me could land a babe like Jade Li." Mark cleared his throat. "Actually, I was thinking. I, um, talked to the department about maybe taking a sabbatical spring semester to finish my book. And it looks like they're going to let me. If you want, uh, we could probably come with when shooting moves to Scotland."
Jade turned around in his arms, feeling like her smile might actually split her face. "Nothing would make me happier."
She stood on tiptoes, his mouth readily opening to hers, only to be interrupted by a high pitched, "Eeww. Stop it, Mom and Dad. That's gross."
Jade felt Mark's laughter on her lips as they broke the kiss. "June, that's no way to talk to your parents."
But June wasn't listening to Jade, she was listening to Pearl, who was having a hasty huddle with June and Nathan.
Jade and Mark exchanged a glance. "Uh-oh," Jade said.
The three turned and started to chant, "Mom and Dad, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G."
Jade charged after them, Mark next to her. She caught up with Pearl and grabbed her into a hug from behind. Mark had tackled the children and the three of them were wrestling in the grass.
"Nice job, sis. You're corrupting my kids," Jade said, releasing Pearl with a squeeze.
Pearl laughed. "That is my job. Besides, I'll totally make it up to you."
"How?"
I'll take them to that Iggy's place for brunch so you and Mark can have some time alone together. Pick up where you left off back there." Pearl grinned. "I've been wanting another niece or nephew…"
"Ha ha. I'm not promising you that, but we'll definitely take you up on your offer." Jade stepped over Nathan and picked June up off of Mark, setting her on her feet. "Okay, guys, this round is over. Time to get something to eat."
They tramped back to the car and piled in. Shortly thereafter, Mark and Jade left Pearl and the kids at Iggy's and set off on foot for the video store to pick up a movie for that night. "What are you in the mood for?" Jade asked. "Nothing I'm in," she qualified quickly.
"How about we wander around and see if anything catches our eye?" Mark suggested.
"Sure."
When they arrived at their destination, Mark held the door for her. She couldn't stop herself from brushing a kiss across his cheek as she walked past him into the store.
A moment after they walked in, a man appeared from the back. "Hi. Can I help you?"
"We're just browsing, thanks," Jade said.
He said, "Okay then. I'm just gonna, um, go on back. Give a call when you're ready to check out."
"Thanks," said Mark. Jade went to peruse the Comedy section; she was fairly certain Mark would go for the Classics. The store was quiet, except for the murmur of voices from the back room. Jade eyed the small collection but nothing caught her fancy.
"Hey, look at this!"
Jade went to Mark, who handed her a black video case with white writing and a red anarchy sign. "It's a documentary about Hard Core Logo! That was some show!"
Jade instantly flashed back to the small club in Vancouver. It was about a month after she'd moved out on her own. Robert knew a band and Lisa promised it would be a wild time. The four of them had been able to stake out space near the stage. It had been one hell of a performance, one of the most intense musical experiences Jade had ever had. The music was a perfect anthem to the upheaval in Jade's life. After, Robert took them back to meet the band. When they got back to Jade's place that night, they couldn't even make it to the bed; she'd blown Mark up against the wall by the front door.
She'd listened to their tape until it had broken.
Jade grinned. "Guess this is it. I haven't thought about their music in so long." They looked at each other and sang in unison, "Rock and roll is fat and ugly, rock and roll is fat and ugly," and cracked up.
The video store man and another man came out of the back. "See you later, Dan," said the second man. He nodded at Jade and Mark and left.
"We're ready now," said Jade, and handed the man the video.
~*~
Vancouver, 1994
Joe came off stage, dripping sweat and flying. He pulled Pipe into a headlock and rubbed his head roughly, released him to punch John on the shoulder, and then settled in step with Billy, one arm draped loosely around Billy's neck. He leaned toward Billy and shook his head, sending beads of sweat into Billy's face.
"Fucker," Billy laughed, twisting away and pressing his smelly armpit into Joe's face.
"Fuck you," Joe said, at the same time trying to get a good whiff and push Billy away without him knowing. Getting off on how someone smelled was for pussies.
Billy knew him too well, though. He darted around Joe and jumped on his back, wrapping his arms around Joe's neck so he couldn't smell anything but Billy. "You know you love me," Billy smirked.
"Lucky me," Joe grumbled. He wrapped his arms around Billy's legs to keep him from falling, then galloped off to the dressing room.
"We are here. The party can start," Joe announced as they burst into the room. He dropped Billy and went to check out the food. Playing always made him hungry. And horny. But food was right here, and sex was going to take some effort. He filled a plate, got a beer and settled onto the couch next to a cute Asian girl. Billy was over in a dim corner talking to a tall, leggy blonde wearing a skirt that barely covered her ass. It was a nice ass.
"That was so hot!" the girl on the couch sort of squealed.
"Yep," said Joe. She was pretty cute, small rack, but it looked squeezable.
"You guys were totally on." Joe looked up and saw that guy Robert handing a beer to squealy girl. "Joe, this is my girl, Lisa. Lisa, Joe."
Joe gulped down half his bottle of beer. "Hey, Rob, Lisa. Lisa, you got any cute friends who might want to suck my dick?"
She made a face and got up. "You should be so lucky."
Joe finished his food in peace and then looked around. Billy was still talking to the same girl. Now she was leaning toward him, no doubt giving him a great view of her big, fake tits. He'd bet money she wasn't wearing a bra under the tight little shirt of hers.
It was too shadowy in the corner for Joe to be able to keep track of what was going on there, so he sauntered over and leaned against the wall behind her. She was telling Billy some stupid story. Billy looked over her shoulder at Joe. Joe could tell he wasn't listening to her at all. He licked his lips; Billy licked his and leaned down to whisper something to the chick. She laughed softly and ran her hand over Billy's crotch. Billy was laughing. At Joe.
Joe pushed off the wall and stood directly behind the whorey little girl. He put his hands on her hips and said, "Hey, babe. You wanna play with the big boys?"
She looked over her shoulder at him, and he could feel her relax when she realized who it was. "I like to play," she answered.
Joe slid his hand down her hip, then up under her skirt. She wasn't wearing anything under it. She was already wet; two of his fingers slid right in. She leaned into him, spreading her legs a little wider.
"Ooh, kind of slutty. That's perfect for you, Billiam. Join me," Joe said tauntingly.
Billy slid his first finger into her, twining his others with Joe's so they were holding hands while they finger-fucked her. Joe watched Billy get hard in his jeans. Sick fuck.
It only took a minute until she gasped and pulsed around their fingers.
Joe pulled their hands out, but kept a hold of Billy's hand. "It's been real, babe." Then he tugged Billy out of the room, down the hall, and out the back door into the alley behind the club.
Joe pushed Billy against the wall and pressed their bodies together, then sucked Billy's first finger into his mouth.
"You're a class act, Joe," Billy said.
Joe slowly pulled Billy's hand from his mouth. Billy was trying to play it cool, but Joe heard how his breath hitched. "You know it," Joe said. He wrapped his fingers in Billy's sweaty hair, the way he'd been thinking about doing since halfway through the show, and pulled their mouths together. Billy fought him for dominance, tongues jabbing, teeth nipping. When he needed air, he held Billy's head in place with his hand still in his hair, and moved to Billy's neck, sucking until he left a purple bruise just below the neck of Billy's t-shirt. He moved back up to force his tongue in Billy's mouth again and slid his free hand under Billy's shirt to pinch and roll his nipple. Billy, that fucker, kept his hands loose at his sides.
When they finally separated to catch their breath, Billy said mockingly. "That the best you can do?"
"Lucky for you, no," Joe answered, roughly unbuttoning Billy's jeans and pulling them just far enough down his ass for his dick to be free. Joe jerked him twice, then sank to his knees and swallowed him. Joe knew he gave great head. He could deep-throat like a pro. He slipped a finger in his mouth, too. When it was good and slick, he pulled it out and reached between Billy's legs to push at his hole.
Above him, Billy moaned, canted his hips forward, and then pushed back onto Joe's finger. Joe held onto Billy's hip with his free hand and let Billy do the work, rocking forward into his mouth, backward onto first one finger, then two. When Billy's panting turned harsh and Joe could feel his stomach muscles start to tremble, Joe shoved in a third finger. He was rewarded with Billy exploding in his mouth. He swallowed the first two spurts, then held the rest in his mouth until he was sure Billy was done.
He stood up, undid his pants, and freed his dick. He turned Billy around with one hand, spit the come from his mouth into the other and used it to lube himself up. "You ready?" he whispered.
Billy braced his arms against the wall. "Do it, fucker."
Joe lined himself up and pushed forward. At first there was resistance, but then Billy shifted back and muttered, "I said, do it."
Joe shoved in until his balls were touching Billy's ass. He grabbed Billy's hips and pulled out slowly, and immediately moved back in equally as slow. "Come on, you pussy," Billy hissed.
Joe laughed. "Well, if you insist." Joe bit the back of Billy's neck, and drove himself into Billy, who leaned his head on the wall and started to move against him. It felt so fucking good Joe wanted to stay there forever, surrounded by Billy's smell and Billy's body. Too soon, Billy clenched his ass and twisted and Joe felt the top of his head blow off.
"How long are you going to stay on my back panting in my ear?" Billy asked.
"Fuck you."
"You just did."
Joe stood up, yanking up his pants and tucking himself back in while Billy did the same. He leaned in and kissed Billy hard with lots of tongue.
Joe slung his arm around Billy's shoulders as they headed back inside. "So, you think if we find that slutty chick she'll let us fuck her at the same time?"
~*~
Zach Lockhart stepped out of the storage room into the hall. He could hear the band partying in the dressing room a few doors down. Their show had killed; he was still pumped from it, but it was time to fly.
He was pretty sure the two guys fucking in the back alley had moved on. He was also pretty sure the damn Mountie wouldn't follow him to the big city. Mutants like him didn't do well in the crowds and filth of places like this. Still, it would suck to get caught now just because he was careless.
Checking to ensure no one was around, he placed his left hand on the wall to the outside. A blue aura glowed around his hand. He slowly swept his right hand in front of him. In the air, a blue image of a dumpster and some trash flickered into sight. Zach examined it for a minute and dropped his left hand. The image vanished.
Zach confidently strode out the door and down the alley. The door thudded closed after him. He rounded the corner and made his way down the street.
Behind him, unseen, a flash of wolf-shaped white streaked out of the alley to continue the chase.
finis
Author: lilac_one
Recipient: akite
Fandoms: Wilby Wonderful/Double Happiness/Hard Core Logo/Mutant X
Pairings: Duck/Dan, Mark/Jade, Billy/Joe
Rating: NC-17
Many thanks to the incomparable brooklinegirl, without whom there would be no story, and if there was a story, there would be rampant comma and period confusion, and really badly written, clichéd sex. Also, too much exposition.
Venn Diagram
~*~
Ding, ding.
Dan looked up from his desk as Sandra backed into the store, a coffee caddy in one hand and a grease-stained paper bag in the other. He realized that she was bringing him breakfast, which was really very kind of her. He and Duck had been running late that morning, and hadn't had time to stop in at Iggy's for breakfast like they usually did.
Dan felt his face warm at the reminder of why they'd been delayed. His mind flashed on slick, wet skin under his hands, hard porcelain under his knees, warm water sluicing down his back, and Duck in his mouth.
Dan rinsed the last of the shampoo out of his hair and let the water beat down on his shoulders as he tried to wake up. He could hear Duck brushing his teeth at the sink.
"Turning on the water now," Duck called, giving Dan time to step out of the spray to avoid the sudden scalding temperature.
A few seconds later, Duck peeked around the shower curtain inches from Dan. He was naked, waiting for the shower, and had a speck of foam in the corner of his mouth. "Done now."
Dan wanted to lick off the spot of toothpaste. A moment later it dawned on him that there really wasn't a reason not to, so he did.
"Mmm."
Duck licked him back. It was a bit awkward, the tub giving Dan just enough height advantage to make kissing Duck uncomfortable, so Dan opened the shower curtain and tugged at Duck. He backed up until the cool tiles of the wall were at his back, Duck plastered down his front. They kissed lazily, tongues tangling and tasting.
Duck pulled back and reached for the soap. "We're going to be late," he said, more a statement of fact than protest.
"So we'll skip breakfast," Dan replied, taking the soap from Duck and making lather. He nudged Duck until he was the one leaning against the wall and began to wash Duck's chest, caressing the muscles there before moving down to his stomach. When he had mapped every inch with his fingertips, he lifted Duck's right arm and pressed it to the wall, clasping Duck's hand in his. He spared a glance at Duck's face. His head was tilted back, eyes closed, with a soft smile on his lips.
Dan ran the soap down Duck's arm with his other hand. When he reached Duck's armpit, he nuzzled it, licking and nipping just the way Duck liked. Duck moaned and started to come off the wall, but Dan gently leaned on him, holding him in place. He could feel Duck's growing erection pressing into his leg.
Dan trailed his tongue from Duck's armpit across his shoulder. He stopped just below the tan line on Duck's neck and sucked hard. Above him, Duck gasped, his hips jerking up once. Dan didn't stop until he'd left his mark on Duck's skin. He licked the purple bruise to soothe it, then found Duck's mouth in a deep, lewd kiss. Duck thrust again him again, and Dan was suddenly aware of his own erection. He adjusted so they were lined up and let Duck move against him, momentarily reveling in the sensation. When he felt Duck's free hand grip his shoulder, Dan broke the kiss.
Still clutching the soap, Dan prodded Duck's left arm so he lifted it against the wall, too. Dan washed it slowly, marveling at the definition there, so much sexier from being earned in hard work in life, not at a gym. He traced the line of Duck's bicep, sucked at the crease of his elbow.
Duck bucked again, eliciting a groan from Dan. He dropped the soap, tangled his other hand with Duck's, and returned to Duck's mouth. Dan loved kissing Duck this way, bodies pressed tight from arms to chest to groin, cocks languidly rubbing together, but this morning he wanted to taste more.
He released Duck's hands and slid to his knees. He sampled the line of leg into hip, Duck's cock rubbing against his cheek. He pulled back and looked up at Duck. Duck was watching him, his breath coming in shallow pants. Without breaking eye contact, Dan braced one hand on Duck's hip, wrapped the other hand around the base of Duck's cock and slowly swallowed him down. Duck closed his eyes then and seemed to lose himself in the sensation of Dan's mouth even as his hands barely gripped Dan's hair. Dan loved bringing him to this place, loved that he knew just the rhythm to set, just how to touch him to bring him the most pleasure.
Dan let go of Duck's hip and moved his hand to Duck's ass. He paused to appreciate how the muscles moved, so strong under his hand. He could feel Duck's breathing change, knew he was close. He squeezed Duck's ass, let his other hand drop to stroke Duck's balls. With a shudder and a softly moaned, "Oh, Dan," Duck came.
After Dan swallowed away the last spurt, Duck grabbed Dan under his arms and hauled him to his feet for another nasty kiss. Reaching between them, Duck ran a finger down Dan's cock. Dan groaned when Duck's hand left him to settle on his shoulder, turn him around, and pull him close. Dan braced his feet apart, dropping his head back to rest on Duck's shoulder, and let Duck take over.
Duck licked his ear and traced Dan's nipples, pinching first one, then the other, until Dan's moans echoed off the tiled walls. Duck ran a hand down Dan's chest, over his stomach, and down to his cock. Duck began to stroke him, still playing with his nipple. Dan thrust, groaning, into the tight circle of his hand. Duck nipped Dan's ear and murmured, "I love you. You're so beautiful. Love you," a warm litany that pushed Dan over the edge.
When Dan recovered sufficiently to stand without support, Duck gave him one last kiss and let him go. He bent over to retrieve the soap.
"I want to fuck you in the shower tonight," Dan blurted out.
Duck laughed. "You like the view, eh, cowboy?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"Then it's a date."
Now, Dan smiled to himself, and went to greet Sandra. He held open the door so she could turn around, and relieved her of the coffee caddy.
"Good morning," she said cheerfully, letting the door close behind her.
"It is," Dan smiled. "Thanks for bringing breakfast. It really wasn't necessary." It had surprised Dan how easily he'd adapted to chatting with Sandra in the mornings. In the past, he had held himself apart in so many ways. He was far more relaxed and happy now than he could remember being since he realized in gym in grade four that he wasn't like the other boys because he liked the other boys.
"It was actually just a good excuse. I figured you didn't have time to stop in today and since school starts next week, I thought I'd take advantage of my last week of freedom with Emily around to cover at the restaurant," Sandra said.
Dan tried not to blush. "We were just, um, running late."
Sandra stared at him speculatively and then her face broke into a knowing grin. "Running late, huh? Is that what they're calling it these days?"
Before he could respond the bells rang again and Duck poked his head in. "Are the rumors of coffee and egg sandwiches true?"
Sandra waved the bag. "They are. Come on in."
Duck smiled. "Thanks. This is a nice surprise. We ran out of time to eat this morning."
"So Dan said." Sandra raised her eyebrows. "Some things are more fun than breakfast."
"You know it," Duck grinned, then turned to Dan. "Hey."
"Hey yourself," Dan answered. If they had been alone, he would have been able to kiss Duck hello. It had been almost two years since Dan moved from the guest room to the master bedroom of Duck's house, but he still got a thrill from knowing he was allowed to kiss Duck, that Duck wanted to kiss him back. Duck shot him a look then, his eyes crinkling the tiniest bit, and Dan knew Duck was thinking about kissing him, too.
Instead, Duck took the bag from Sandra. "So how's Emily?"
"Great. I can't believe she's going off to university. I'm not old enough to have kid in university." Sandra pulled a face.
Duck smiled. "You'll both be fine."
Sandra shrugged. "I know. She's going to love it, and Iggy's will keep me too busy to miss her. Much."
Dan had seen a fairly new, fairly expensive car parked in front of Sandra's apartment quite a few times lately. He hoped whoever the guy was, he'd do right by Sandra. For all her brash exterior, Dan had seen the way she watched Duck and him when they came into Iggy's in the mornings, the same way she was watching them now. He hoped she'd find someone as good for her as Duck was for him. Still, it was nice to know that there was someone else out there who recognized that he and Duck were right together.
"Well, we'll certainly continue to do our part. Especially with service like this. How much do we owe you?" Duck replied, reaching for his wallet.
Sandra waved him off. "Don't worry about it now. You can take care of it tomorrow. And now I'd really better run."
"Thanks again. We really appreciate it," Duck said.
"Yeah, thanks," said Dan.
"See you tomorrow," said Sandra as she walked out the door.
"Come on back," Dan said to Duck, leading the way to his office. He set the coffee caddy on the corner of his desk, and closed his ledger and checkbook, moving them and the small stack of bills to one of the desk drawers. "Our table is ready."
Duck set the bag down on the desk. "C'mere."
Dan walked into Duck's arms, kissing him on the mouth once, twice. The third one lasted just long enough for a quick touch of tongues.
Before it could go anywhere, the bell on the door rang. Dan hastily stepped away from Duck and looked out to see an attractive Asian woman enter, followed by a man with floppy blond hair and dark plastic-framed glasses.
Dan took a moment to meet Duck's eyes.
"Love you," Duck whispered.
"Love you, too."
Then Dan went to meet his customers. "Hi. Can I help you?"
~*~
Mark and Jade walked hand in hand, trailing behind Pearl and the kids. June picked something up from a pool of water among the rocks and chased Nathan with it. Suddenly, Nathan turned around, pushed his glasses back up, and roared something that sent June fleeing back toward Pearl as their gales of laughter carried back to their parents. Eight years old and already turning gawky. He was flapping his arms now, and Jade couldn't help but laugh.
"You have a mini-Me, Mark," Jade said, bumping him with her shoulder.
"Poor boy," Mark sighed. "I can only hope he's as lucky as I am."
"Sap."
"I prefer obnoxiously sweet, thank you."
Jade grinned. "It was sweetly obnoxious."
They stopped and watched the waves hit the rocks. "It's really beautiful here," said Jade, trying to absorb the wild beauty, store it up for the weeks ahead when she'd be on a soundstage for eighteen hours a day.
"It is. Someone in the diner mentioned The Watch is the only undeveloped bit of coastline left on the island."
"I'm not ready to go back," Jade sighed, leaning into Mark.
He wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on her head. "I know. I'm not either. I got so much more writing done here than I expected."
She twisted around to look at up at him. "Does that mean that when you come to visit me in Toronto you won't have to hide away the whole time while the kids and I have all the fun?"
"Hopefully. This time I really do want a set tour. It's going to be something else," Mark said.
"I think I can arrange it." She paused, then continued teasingly, already knowing the answer, "Are you sure you don't just want to give up your job? I think I can support you in the style to which you've become accustomed."
Mark laughed. "Yes, but it's so amusing to hear all the undergrads whispering incredulously about how a spaz like me could land a babe like Jade Li." Mark cleared his throat. "Actually, I was thinking. I, um, talked to the department about maybe taking a sabbatical spring semester to finish my book. And it looks like they're going to let me. If you want, uh, we could probably come with when shooting moves to Scotland."
Jade turned around in his arms, feeling like her smile might actually split her face. "Nothing would make me happier."
She stood on tiptoes, his mouth readily opening to hers, only to be interrupted by a high pitched, "Eeww. Stop it, Mom and Dad. That's gross."
Jade felt Mark's laughter on her lips as they broke the kiss. "June, that's no way to talk to your parents."
But June wasn't listening to Jade, she was listening to Pearl, who was having a hasty huddle with June and Nathan.
Jade and Mark exchanged a glance. "Uh-oh," Jade said.
The three turned and started to chant, "Mom and Dad, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G."
Jade charged after them, Mark next to her. She caught up with Pearl and grabbed her into a hug from behind. Mark had tackled the children and the three of them were wrestling in the grass.
"Nice job, sis. You're corrupting my kids," Jade said, releasing Pearl with a squeeze.
Pearl laughed. "That is my job. Besides, I'll totally make it up to you."
"How?"
I'll take them to that Iggy's place for brunch so you and Mark can have some time alone together. Pick up where you left off back there." Pearl grinned. "I've been wanting another niece or nephew…"
"Ha ha. I'm not promising you that, but we'll definitely take you up on your offer." Jade stepped over Nathan and picked June up off of Mark, setting her on her feet. "Okay, guys, this round is over. Time to get something to eat."
They tramped back to the car and piled in. Shortly thereafter, Mark and Jade left Pearl and the kids at Iggy's and set off on foot for the video store to pick up a movie for that night. "What are you in the mood for?" Jade asked. "Nothing I'm in," she qualified quickly.
"How about we wander around and see if anything catches our eye?" Mark suggested.
"Sure."
When they arrived at their destination, Mark held the door for her. She couldn't stop herself from brushing a kiss across his cheek as she walked past him into the store.
A moment after they walked in, a man appeared from the back. "Hi. Can I help you?"
"We're just browsing, thanks," Jade said.
He said, "Okay then. I'm just gonna, um, go on back. Give a call when you're ready to check out."
"Thanks," said Mark. Jade went to peruse the Comedy section; she was fairly certain Mark would go for the Classics. The store was quiet, except for the murmur of voices from the back room. Jade eyed the small collection but nothing caught her fancy.
"Hey, look at this!"
Jade went to Mark, who handed her a black video case with white writing and a red anarchy sign. "It's a documentary about Hard Core Logo! That was some show!"
Jade instantly flashed back to the small club in Vancouver. It was about a month after she'd moved out on her own. Robert knew a band and Lisa promised it would be a wild time. The four of them had been able to stake out space near the stage. It had been one hell of a performance, one of the most intense musical experiences Jade had ever had. The music was a perfect anthem to the upheaval in Jade's life. After, Robert took them back to meet the band. When they got back to Jade's place that night, they couldn't even make it to the bed; she'd blown Mark up against the wall by the front door.
She'd listened to their tape until it had broken.
Jade grinned. "Guess this is it. I haven't thought about their music in so long." They looked at each other and sang in unison, "Rock and roll is fat and ugly, rock and roll is fat and ugly," and cracked up.
The video store man and another man came out of the back. "See you later, Dan," said the second man. He nodded at Jade and Mark and left.
"We're ready now," said Jade, and handed the man the video.
~*~
Vancouver, 1994
Joe came off stage, dripping sweat and flying. He pulled Pipe into a headlock and rubbed his head roughly, released him to punch John on the shoulder, and then settled in step with Billy, one arm draped loosely around Billy's neck. He leaned toward Billy and shook his head, sending beads of sweat into Billy's face.
"Fucker," Billy laughed, twisting away and pressing his smelly armpit into Joe's face.
"Fuck you," Joe said, at the same time trying to get a good whiff and push Billy away without him knowing. Getting off on how someone smelled was for pussies.
Billy knew him too well, though. He darted around Joe and jumped on his back, wrapping his arms around Joe's neck so he couldn't smell anything but Billy. "You know you love me," Billy smirked.
"Lucky me," Joe grumbled. He wrapped his arms around Billy's legs to keep him from falling, then galloped off to the dressing room.
"We are here. The party can start," Joe announced as they burst into the room. He dropped Billy and went to check out the food. Playing always made him hungry. And horny. But food was right here, and sex was going to take some effort. He filled a plate, got a beer and settled onto the couch next to a cute Asian girl. Billy was over in a dim corner talking to a tall, leggy blonde wearing a skirt that barely covered her ass. It was a nice ass.
"That was so hot!" the girl on the couch sort of squealed.
"Yep," said Joe. She was pretty cute, small rack, but it looked squeezable.
"You guys were totally on." Joe looked up and saw that guy Robert handing a beer to squealy girl. "Joe, this is my girl, Lisa. Lisa, Joe."
Joe gulped down half his bottle of beer. "Hey, Rob, Lisa. Lisa, you got any cute friends who might want to suck my dick?"
She made a face and got up. "You should be so lucky."
Joe finished his food in peace and then looked around. Billy was still talking to the same girl. Now she was leaning toward him, no doubt giving him a great view of her big, fake tits. He'd bet money she wasn't wearing a bra under the tight little shirt of hers.
It was too shadowy in the corner for Joe to be able to keep track of what was going on there, so he sauntered over and leaned against the wall behind her. She was telling Billy some stupid story. Billy looked over her shoulder at Joe. Joe could tell he wasn't listening to her at all. He licked his lips; Billy licked his and leaned down to whisper something to the chick. She laughed softly and ran her hand over Billy's crotch. Billy was laughing. At Joe.
Joe pushed off the wall and stood directly behind the whorey little girl. He put his hands on her hips and said, "Hey, babe. You wanna play with the big boys?"
She looked over her shoulder at him, and he could feel her relax when she realized who it was. "I like to play," she answered.
Joe slid his hand down her hip, then up under her skirt. She wasn't wearing anything under it. She was already wet; two of his fingers slid right in. She leaned into him, spreading her legs a little wider.
"Ooh, kind of slutty. That's perfect for you, Billiam. Join me," Joe said tauntingly.
Billy slid his first finger into her, twining his others with Joe's so they were holding hands while they finger-fucked her. Joe watched Billy get hard in his jeans. Sick fuck.
It only took a minute until she gasped and pulsed around their fingers.
Joe pulled their hands out, but kept a hold of Billy's hand. "It's been real, babe." Then he tugged Billy out of the room, down the hall, and out the back door into the alley behind the club.
Joe pushed Billy against the wall and pressed their bodies together, then sucked Billy's first finger into his mouth.
"You're a class act, Joe," Billy said.
Joe slowly pulled Billy's hand from his mouth. Billy was trying to play it cool, but Joe heard how his breath hitched. "You know it," Joe said. He wrapped his fingers in Billy's sweaty hair, the way he'd been thinking about doing since halfway through the show, and pulled their mouths together. Billy fought him for dominance, tongues jabbing, teeth nipping. When he needed air, he held Billy's head in place with his hand still in his hair, and moved to Billy's neck, sucking until he left a purple bruise just below the neck of Billy's t-shirt. He moved back up to force his tongue in Billy's mouth again and slid his free hand under Billy's shirt to pinch and roll his nipple. Billy, that fucker, kept his hands loose at his sides.
When they finally separated to catch their breath, Billy said mockingly. "That the best you can do?"
"Lucky for you, no," Joe answered, roughly unbuttoning Billy's jeans and pulling them just far enough down his ass for his dick to be free. Joe jerked him twice, then sank to his knees and swallowed him. Joe knew he gave great head. He could deep-throat like a pro. He slipped a finger in his mouth, too. When it was good and slick, he pulled it out and reached between Billy's legs to push at his hole.
Above him, Billy moaned, canted his hips forward, and then pushed back onto Joe's finger. Joe held onto Billy's hip with his free hand and let Billy do the work, rocking forward into his mouth, backward onto first one finger, then two. When Billy's panting turned harsh and Joe could feel his stomach muscles start to tremble, Joe shoved in a third finger. He was rewarded with Billy exploding in his mouth. He swallowed the first two spurts, then held the rest in his mouth until he was sure Billy was done.
He stood up, undid his pants, and freed his dick. He turned Billy around with one hand, spit the come from his mouth into the other and used it to lube himself up. "You ready?" he whispered.
Billy braced his arms against the wall. "Do it, fucker."
Joe lined himself up and pushed forward. At first there was resistance, but then Billy shifted back and muttered, "I said, do it."
Joe shoved in until his balls were touching Billy's ass. He grabbed Billy's hips and pulled out slowly, and immediately moved back in equally as slow. "Come on, you pussy," Billy hissed.
Joe laughed. "Well, if you insist." Joe bit the back of Billy's neck, and drove himself into Billy, who leaned his head on the wall and started to move against him. It felt so fucking good Joe wanted to stay there forever, surrounded by Billy's smell and Billy's body. Too soon, Billy clenched his ass and twisted and Joe felt the top of his head blow off.
"How long are you going to stay on my back panting in my ear?" Billy asked.
"Fuck you."
"You just did."
Joe stood up, yanking up his pants and tucking himself back in while Billy did the same. He leaned in and kissed Billy hard with lots of tongue.
Joe slung his arm around Billy's shoulders as they headed back inside. "So, you think if we find that slutty chick she'll let us fuck her at the same time?"
~*~
Zach Lockhart stepped out of the storage room into the hall. He could hear the band partying in the dressing room a few doors down. Their show had killed; he was still pumped from it, but it was time to fly.
He was pretty sure the two guys fucking in the back alley had moved on. He was also pretty sure the damn Mountie wouldn't follow him to the big city. Mutants like him didn't do well in the crowds and filth of places like this. Still, it would suck to get caught now just because he was careless.
Checking to ensure no one was around, he placed his left hand on the wall to the outside. A blue aura glowed around his hand. He slowly swept his right hand in front of him. In the air, a blue image of a dumpster and some trash flickered into sight. Zach examined it for a minute and dropped his left hand. The image vanished.
Zach confidently strode out the door and down the alley. The door thudded closed after him. He rounded the corner and made his way down the street.
Behind him, unseen, a flash of wolf-shaped white streaked out of the alley to continue the chase.
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