Texas II part 22
Title: Texas II
Fandom: Slave fic
Summary: Sequel to Texas. Everything is perfect now, right? This is Texas.
Rating: NC-17, Adult, FRAO, and any other rating that says not for kiddies!!
He knew his part as he followed a couple of steps behind Alonzo. Not Sal, Sal would have his arm around his waist and whisper in his ear. Stop it, he warned himself. He had made his decision and Sal, no Alonzo, had agreed.
He would be free for the first time in his life. He would not have to live up to someone rules or take care of Kyle. So why had he asked to bring his little angel along. The guard J.B. wanted to fuck him and cuddle him. He should have left well enough alone.
Alone. He didn’t want to be alone.
He knelt gracefully at Alonzo’s feet. His cloak lay in a pile on the limo floor. His body was for all to observe. Alonzo still had the right to accept any offers for his body. He knew his place and would spread his legs as ordered.
But Sal would not do that to him. He had seen the soul wrenching pain in the glassy blue eyes. Could it be that Sal hurt as much as he did?
He automatically leaned into the touch that sifted through his hair as the words drifted back and forth over his head.
Shit, he argued with himself, Texas was right, damn it all to hell. As much as he wanted to stand on his two feet, Sal was the master of his heart. It hurt so much to hear the word ‘beautiful’ from the well-educated mouth. Was he just being stubborn?
He followed the gentle pressure to curl into Alonzo’s lap and willed away the automatic flinch as the familiar warmth of the man’s palm cupped his groin. He laid his head against the strong shoulder and breathed in the scent of Sal.
But as he closed his eyes, he saw the glossy black and whites fanned out before him. He loved the man; damn his soul, but he could no longer trust him. He understood Texas; he was a fool for believing the words that were twisted to break him. But the picture did not lie; Sal’s mouth had been pressed against that boy’s.
The man turned him by his chin. He could read the worry as the full mouth lowered to his own. He tried to go through the motions but the taste of his master, his lover twisted in his gut. He panted when the mouth continued on and brushed against his ear.
“Almost done, Paul,” Sal’s voice was thick with remorse and pain, “Just one thing more.”
He wanted to whimper. It had to be this one simple, god forsaken act. He closed his eyes and nodded. He slithered to his knees between Alonzo’s spread knees. His hands shook as he eased the familiar flesh out of the soft, wool trousers. To his credit, Sal wasn’t erect, belying his own dissatisfaction even if they had agreed upon it on the ride over.
Fingers tugged at his hair and he forced himself to meet the glittering blue eyes, “I’m so sorry, Paul,” Sal said hoarsely not making his words discernable to hovering ears, “I know you don’t believe me, but I love you so much, I never stopped.”
It was too much and his broken heart went to dust as he opened his mouth and teased the flesh to its solid length. Tears leaked as he swallowed the cock, hoping that it would be over quickly. He had to bite back a sob when the familiar taste of Sal seared his taste buds. He was scooped up and settled in to the arms that were both comforting and disheartening. He could feel the damp of echoing tears on Sal’s cheek.
He tuned in to hear, “Done, Salvatore. Send my regards to Texas,” The heavy Italian accent colored the gravel voice, “I look forward to working with the both of you.”
“You will send us proof,” Alonzo said coolly.
“Si.”
Paul gave into his instincts and curled into Sal’s chest as he was lifted and carried away.
*~*
J.B. had sensed the kid’s discomfort as his boss gave him quiet orders. He had placed a hand on the narrow shoulders as they both watched Alonzo leave with the cloaked, ghostly visage of Paul.
“Come on, kid. We need to talk.”
He settled the boy on his bed and he turned his desk chair so that he could straddle it. “The boss is going to free Paul and he has asked to take you with him.”
“Your boss or Ni-Paul?” Alex squeaked.
“Paul, he wants to take you with him, kid.” J.B. said gently.
“But where will we go?” Alex curled his arms about his knees, “How will we survive? Why doesn’t he just sell us if he doesn’t want us?”
J.B. sighed and moved to sit by the distraught boy, “One thing you’ve got to know about the boss, no matter what, he loves Paul. That’s why he sent us out to find a place. He will take care of everything, you two will never have to worry. I’ve been assigned to watch out for you.”
“For how long?” The golden eyes blinked owlishly.
“Until you or Paul sends me away,” J.B. said with a smile. He held out his arms and wasn’t surprised when the boy lunged into his arms.
*~*
“So we are agreed,” Salvatore said thickly. Paul had taken a shower and sat in loose blue jeans and a t-shirt.
He watched as the slender fingers turned the business card. Paul nodded with suspicion. Sal sighed, “You are known as a part of the Texas syndicate, of that I cannot free you. But you will be under my protection as well as Texas; Kyle would give him hell if he didn’t. That card is to an organization lab, just ask for Greg Sands if you ever need help or have any questions.” His throat tightened even more, “I know you won’t come to me.”
He stood with the dark haired young man. “Paul, beautiful, please,” He couldn’t help it he went to his knees.
The gorgeous dark eyes regarded him. Sal could see a hint of sympathy. “Please,” He choked, “One last time, beautiful.”
His heart pounded heavily as he waited for Paul to respond.
Fandom: Slave fic
Summary: Sequel to Texas. Everything is perfect now, right? This is Texas.
Rating: NC-17, Adult, FRAO, and any other rating that says not for kiddies!!
He knew his part as he followed a couple of steps behind Alonzo. Not Sal, Sal would have his arm around his waist and whisper in his ear. Stop it, he warned himself. He had made his decision and Sal, no Alonzo, had agreed.
He would be free for the first time in his life. He would not have to live up to someone rules or take care of Kyle. So why had he asked to bring his little angel along. The guard J.B. wanted to fuck him and cuddle him. He should have left well enough alone.
Alone. He didn’t want to be alone.
He knelt gracefully at Alonzo’s feet. His cloak lay in a pile on the limo floor. His body was for all to observe. Alonzo still had the right to accept any offers for his body. He knew his place and would spread his legs as ordered.
But Sal would not do that to him. He had seen the soul wrenching pain in the glassy blue eyes. Could it be that Sal hurt as much as he did?
He automatically leaned into the touch that sifted through his hair as the words drifted back and forth over his head.
Shit, he argued with himself, Texas was right, damn it all to hell. As much as he wanted to stand on his two feet, Sal was the master of his heart. It hurt so much to hear the word ‘beautiful’ from the well-educated mouth. Was he just being stubborn?
He followed the gentle pressure to curl into Alonzo’s lap and willed away the automatic flinch as the familiar warmth of the man’s palm cupped his groin. He laid his head against the strong shoulder and breathed in the scent of Sal.
But as he closed his eyes, he saw the glossy black and whites fanned out before him. He loved the man; damn his soul, but he could no longer trust him. He understood Texas; he was a fool for believing the words that were twisted to break him. But the picture did not lie; Sal’s mouth had been pressed against that boy’s.
The man turned him by his chin. He could read the worry as the full mouth lowered to his own. He tried to go through the motions but the taste of his master, his lover twisted in his gut. He panted when the mouth continued on and brushed against his ear.
“Almost done, Paul,” Sal’s voice was thick with remorse and pain, “Just one thing more.”
He wanted to whimper. It had to be this one simple, god forsaken act. He closed his eyes and nodded. He slithered to his knees between Alonzo’s spread knees. His hands shook as he eased the familiar flesh out of the soft, wool trousers. To his credit, Sal wasn’t erect, belying his own dissatisfaction even if they had agreed upon it on the ride over.
Fingers tugged at his hair and he forced himself to meet the glittering blue eyes, “I’m so sorry, Paul,” Sal said hoarsely not making his words discernable to hovering ears, “I know you don’t believe me, but I love you so much, I never stopped.”
It was too much and his broken heart went to dust as he opened his mouth and teased the flesh to its solid length. Tears leaked as he swallowed the cock, hoping that it would be over quickly. He had to bite back a sob when the familiar taste of Sal seared his taste buds. He was scooped up and settled in to the arms that were both comforting and disheartening. He could feel the damp of echoing tears on Sal’s cheek.
He tuned in to hear, “Done, Salvatore. Send my regards to Texas,” The heavy Italian accent colored the gravel voice, “I look forward to working with the both of you.”
“You will send us proof,” Alonzo said coolly.
“Si.”
Paul gave into his instincts and curled into Sal’s chest as he was lifted and carried away.
*~*
J.B. had sensed the kid’s discomfort as his boss gave him quiet orders. He had placed a hand on the narrow shoulders as they both watched Alonzo leave with the cloaked, ghostly visage of Paul.
“Come on, kid. We need to talk.”
He settled the boy on his bed and he turned his desk chair so that he could straddle it. “The boss is going to free Paul and he has asked to take you with him.”
“Your boss or Ni-Paul?” Alex squeaked.
“Paul, he wants to take you with him, kid.” J.B. said gently.
“But where will we go?” Alex curled his arms about his knees, “How will we survive? Why doesn’t he just sell us if he doesn’t want us?”
J.B. sighed and moved to sit by the distraught boy, “One thing you’ve got to know about the boss, no matter what, he loves Paul. That’s why he sent us out to find a place. He will take care of everything, you two will never have to worry. I’ve been assigned to watch out for you.”
“For how long?” The golden eyes blinked owlishly.
“Until you or Paul sends me away,” J.B. said with a smile. He held out his arms and wasn’t surprised when the boy lunged into his arms.
*~*
“So we are agreed,” Salvatore said thickly. Paul had taken a shower and sat in loose blue jeans and a t-shirt.
He watched as the slender fingers turned the business card. Paul nodded with suspicion. Sal sighed, “You are known as a part of the Texas syndicate, of that I cannot free you. But you will be under my protection as well as Texas; Kyle would give him hell if he didn’t. That card is to an organization lab, just ask for Greg Sands if you ever need help or have any questions.” His throat tightened even more, “I know you won’t come to me.”
He stood with the dark haired young man. “Paul, beautiful, please,” He couldn’t help it he went to his knees.
The gorgeous dark eyes regarded him. Sal could see a hint of sympathy. “Please,” He choked, “One last time, beautiful.”
His heart pounded heavily as he waited for Paul to respond.