Texas III part 13
Story title: Texas III
Rating: NC-17
Configurations : M/m, M/F
Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, BDSM, and anything else I can think of as I write it!
Note: There is fraternal incest, be aware
Word Count: Approx. 1,600
Summary: The conclusion of the Texas verse, Paul's Epilogue
Feedback: Is always welcome *grins*
Previous parts: for now are tagged at my journal here. The index page for the Texas series can be found here.
J.B. stood outside Alex’s door and shifted from foot to foot. He had taken a post work out shower. He nearly rubbed himself raw to get rid of her. The smell of her, spicy and erotic, still seemed to linger. He was heart sick and guilty.
When Alex opened door, his expression was blank and his eyes like golden nuggets, hard and beautiful. The boy was dressed in low slung boxers. J.B. felt sick. He knew. He had been keeping a careful distance between them. Loving Alex but denying his body’s reaction and need for him to prove that he wasn’t like the men in the boy’s life. But he ended up fucking up anyway.
Fuck Frank! He wanted to snarl.
“Come in,” Alex said coolly. He followed the boy, wanting to reach out and grab him. The golden skin was intoxicating, the slender back that tapered into a perfect round ass. An ass that he wanted to claim as his own but now was as far out of reach as the moon.
Alex sat on the neatly made bed and crossed his arms. He didn’t reach out for J.B. or ask him to sit.
J.B. hung his head, chin to his chest, “You know.”
“Yes,” Alex replied but remained close lipped.
“I’ll just go.” J.B. felt his heart break. He couldn’t defend himself and Alex knew. What more was there to say?
“Suck me.”
His hand hovered over the door knob. He turned back slowly and saw that Alex was sprawled back on his elbows, one hand on his hard cock. The boxers were puddled at his feet.
J.B. blinked.
“If you can fuck her, then you can suck me.” Alex said matter of factly. The clear voice betrayed no emotion; the boy’s eyes were still hard.
“Alex,” He attempted but Alex held up a hand to stop him.
“You walk out that door, what ever was going to be between us closes as well. There is much you don’t know about me. You’ve handled me softly which I appreciate but there is still more to me. I will only ask one more time, J.B., suck me.”
He bit his lip and was drawn forward like a moth to a flame. He didn’t even remember going to his knees. J.B. knelt like a pagan supplicant, asking for forgiveness. Looking up at Alex, the jury was still out.
His hands slid up the silky skin of Alex’s calves, over the bony knees, to the sensitive flesh of the inner thighs. He heard a quiet hiss as he gently nudged them apart. With his head bowed over the blood engorged head, J.B. whispered, “I’m sorry,” and then took the hard flesh within his mouth.
J.B. poured all of his anguish and need into giving Alex pleasure. Not the rough fuck in anger that he and Frank had shared, but love and want.
Alex moaned and his hips flexed, J.B. just took the boy deeper, then bobbed up and down swirling his tongue around the tip. The boy plunged forward with more force. He swallowed the sweet, leaking flesh until it was in his throat and Alex’s smell filled his senses.
He cupped the delicate sac. Alex jerked and spread his legs wider, hips moving restlessly, thrusting deeper. J.B. provided the suction and allowed the boy to take his pleasure. He castigated himself even more as he fondled the nearly hairless balls, rolling each delicate sphere until they drew tight and the boy’s rhythm faltered.
To savor a man’s essence was drawing a part of him into the very soul. J.B.’s eyes stung as the taste seared his senses as much as his taste buds. He cleaned the softened flesh and sat back on his heels. He didn’t feel worthy enough to meet the sated golden orbs. But small hands cupped his face.
A small smile curved the full lips as Alex panted quietly, “Don't worry so much, my proud Jamie, everything is going to work out just fine.”
J.B.’s green eyes widened in surprised. But Alex was coaxing him up and into the bed beside him. The boy snuggled close to him like a burr. J.B. filled his hands with the soft golden hair as Alex snored quietly.
What the hell just happened?
*~*
Salvatore was distracted. Not a good thing when he sat across from an agitated Texas. His little slave was typing on the small device frantically. Texas actually growled and nodded to his consent to whatever was on the small screen. It didn’t hurt as bad to see Texas take Kyle’s mouth in a brutal kiss before swatting his ass and sending him away.
“Problems?” He asked lightly.
Texas just snarled and shoved a stack of folders across the table to him. Sal tried to keep focus but he had read most the reports already. His mind was busy with visions of Paul and the sweet taste of his mouth.
“Finally,” Texas snapped and Sal regained his focus. Another dark haired man took his place at the table. One inner forearm was decorated with an intricate phoenix amongst swirls of flames. “Sal, Phoenix.”
Sal’s eyebrow rose. Phoenix Alvarez was a particularly brutal overlord in the outer rim. And far from Giuseppe Andretti’s territory.
“We found a warehouse that seemed to be a center of operations but it has been abandoned.” Phoenix reported.
Texas gave him a deadly glare, “Under your nose?”
Phoenix didn’t flinch. “Yes and no. The one who authorized the use of the warehouse has been interrogated and dealt with. It was money under the table job and seemed to only be in existence for a week or so before being moved. Hastily, I might add when we were on to them. We packaged up everything we found and sent it to your boys.”
“She knows you are onto her,” Sal said softly. He didn’t recoil either when Texas turned his anger on him as well.
“And who fucked up that job, huh? Old friend,” The words were bitten off.
Sal returned, “Most die within weeks of purchase at the brothel I chose. I don’t know how she slipped away.”
“From the intel we gathered, the op is mobile but less and less boys are being snatched. We have gained a pretty good inventory of those in our territories. If a snatch occurs, we know almost instantaneously. And they are getting sloppy.” Phoenix ticked off each point.
Texas pushed away from the table and shrugged his shoulders irritably, like even his skin was bothering him. “Snitches, every one available at every possible location, and put out a warning with those who would use this for their gain. Don’t fuck with me or their will be blood in the streets.”
Phoenix nodded curtly and pushed himself away from the table and walked out of the office.
“Do you think Max would be involved?” Sal said quietly.
Texas wheeled around. “So your little fuck up bitch is back? How convenient and how useful.”
Sal’s brow wrinkled, “Useful.”
“Bait or dead body if he is in bed with the bitch, I warned the little slut to stay away. He’ll get what is coming to him,” Texas replied calmly.
*~*
Paul sighed as kissed his brother’s neck. Kyle shuddered and pushed his hips back forcefully. He moaned and cupped his brother’s groin.
It had been too long. They panted in the aftermath of spent passion and Kyle was sprawled against his chest. The long golden hair blanketed him and he sighed. It was so familiar, so right. Everything was coming back to the way it should.
He had intended on just talking to his twin. But being with Sal had fired up his libido, and just seeing his loving brother’s face had made him unbearably hard. When he pulled him into his arms, he heard the familiar puff of air that told him that Kyle wanted it too, that and the unmistakable hard on pressing against his own.
“Kyle?”
His twin rested his chin on his folded hands against Paul’s chest. The purple eyes were clear and content that Paul’s twisted painfully in response. Kyle’s life was settled. He had everything he could want or need. The familiar Texas tag on his collar glistened in the light. He had that too.
“My date went well. With Sal,” Kyle’s lips curved mischievously. Paul slapped his brother’s ass in reply. “Not that, pervert. Not yet,” He heard the yearning in his voice and Kyle’s expression turned serious.
He watched as Kyle touched his blonde hair and his collar before pointing at Paul.
“Yeah,” He replied painfully. “I want my master back. I want Sal. Being angry was so stupid.” He pushed Kyle up gently so they could sit face to face on the bed.
Kyle frowned and pointed Paul and shook his head. Then he pinched his brother hard. When Paul yelped, Kyle nodded his head. And then the little shit had the nerve to grin.
“Okay already, fuck Kyle, not stupid just hurt, I got it.” Paul sputtered rubbing the abused flesh on his flat stomach. He pulled his knees up to his chin. “Is it wrong that I want to give up my freedom and go back to being his boy, his property?”
Kyle gave him a thoughtful look. He pointed to Paul first and nodded. He then touched Paul’s dark hair and pointed to his collar, at the stylized T. He shook his head. He pointed to his own blonde hair and gestured to Paul again and nodded.
Paul frowned. It had been awhile; his own communication skills were a little rusty, especially when it was something this important.
“For me, yes, it is okay?” Kyle nodded. “Sal’s not Texas, he’s Sal and he’s always wanted me.” Kyle’s face was thoughtful as he cupped his brother’s face and pointed to his chest over his heart, “Wanted me for me.”
Paul wasn’t sure why but a sob rose up in his throat and Kyle’s arms went around him. “I want to go home. I want Sal.”
Rating: NC-17
Configurations : M/m, M/F
Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, BDSM, and anything else I can think of as I write it!
Note: There is fraternal incest, be aware
Word Count: Approx. 1,600
Summary: The conclusion of the Texas verse, Paul's Epilogue
Feedback: Is always welcome *grins*
Previous parts: for now are tagged at my journal here. The index page for the Texas series can be found here.
J.B. stood outside Alex’s door and shifted from foot to foot. He had taken a post work out shower. He nearly rubbed himself raw to get rid of her. The smell of her, spicy and erotic, still seemed to linger. He was heart sick and guilty.
When Alex opened door, his expression was blank and his eyes like golden nuggets, hard and beautiful. The boy was dressed in low slung boxers. J.B. felt sick. He knew. He had been keeping a careful distance between them. Loving Alex but denying his body’s reaction and need for him to prove that he wasn’t like the men in the boy’s life. But he ended up fucking up anyway.
Fuck Frank! He wanted to snarl.
“Come in,” Alex said coolly. He followed the boy, wanting to reach out and grab him. The golden skin was intoxicating, the slender back that tapered into a perfect round ass. An ass that he wanted to claim as his own but now was as far out of reach as the moon.
Alex sat on the neatly made bed and crossed his arms. He didn’t reach out for J.B. or ask him to sit.
J.B. hung his head, chin to his chest, “You know.”
“Yes,” Alex replied but remained close lipped.
“I’ll just go.” J.B. felt his heart break. He couldn’t defend himself and Alex knew. What more was there to say?
“Suck me.”
His hand hovered over the door knob. He turned back slowly and saw that Alex was sprawled back on his elbows, one hand on his hard cock. The boxers were puddled at his feet.
J.B. blinked.
“If you can fuck her, then you can suck me.” Alex said matter of factly. The clear voice betrayed no emotion; the boy’s eyes were still hard.
“Alex,” He attempted but Alex held up a hand to stop him.
“You walk out that door, what ever was going to be between us closes as well. There is much you don’t know about me. You’ve handled me softly which I appreciate but there is still more to me. I will only ask one more time, J.B., suck me.”
He bit his lip and was drawn forward like a moth to a flame. He didn’t even remember going to his knees. J.B. knelt like a pagan supplicant, asking for forgiveness. Looking up at Alex, the jury was still out.
His hands slid up the silky skin of Alex’s calves, over the bony knees, to the sensitive flesh of the inner thighs. He heard a quiet hiss as he gently nudged them apart. With his head bowed over the blood engorged head, J.B. whispered, “I’m sorry,” and then took the hard flesh within his mouth.
J.B. poured all of his anguish and need into giving Alex pleasure. Not the rough fuck in anger that he and Frank had shared, but love and want.
Alex moaned and his hips flexed, J.B. just took the boy deeper, then bobbed up and down swirling his tongue around the tip. The boy plunged forward with more force. He swallowed the sweet, leaking flesh until it was in his throat and Alex’s smell filled his senses.
He cupped the delicate sac. Alex jerked and spread his legs wider, hips moving restlessly, thrusting deeper. J.B. provided the suction and allowed the boy to take his pleasure. He castigated himself even more as he fondled the nearly hairless balls, rolling each delicate sphere until they drew tight and the boy’s rhythm faltered.
To savor a man’s essence was drawing a part of him into the very soul. J.B.’s eyes stung as the taste seared his senses as much as his taste buds. He cleaned the softened flesh and sat back on his heels. He didn’t feel worthy enough to meet the sated golden orbs. But small hands cupped his face.
A small smile curved the full lips as Alex panted quietly, “Don't worry so much, my proud Jamie, everything is going to work out just fine.”
J.B.’s green eyes widened in surprised. But Alex was coaxing him up and into the bed beside him. The boy snuggled close to him like a burr. J.B. filled his hands with the soft golden hair as Alex snored quietly.
What the hell just happened?
*~*
Salvatore was distracted. Not a good thing when he sat across from an agitated Texas. His little slave was typing on the small device frantically. Texas actually growled and nodded to his consent to whatever was on the small screen. It didn’t hurt as bad to see Texas take Kyle’s mouth in a brutal kiss before swatting his ass and sending him away.
“Problems?” He asked lightly.
Texas just snarled and shoved a stack of folders across the table to him. Sal tried to keep focus but he had read most the reports already. His mind was busy with visions of Paul and the sweet taste of his mouth.
“Finally,” Texas snapped and Sal regained his focus. Another dark haired man took his place at the table. One inner forearm was decorated with an intricate phoenix amongst swirls of flames. “Sal, Phoenix.”
Sal’s eyebrow rose. Phoenix Alvarez was a particularly brutal overlord in the outer rim. And far from Giuseppe Andretti’s territory.
“We found a warehouse that seemed to be a center of operations but it has been abandoned.” Phoenix reported.
Texas gave him a deadly glare, “Under your nose?”
Phoenix didn’t flinch. “Yes and no. The one who authorized the use of the warehouse has been interrogated and dealt with. It was money under the table job and seemed to only be in existence for a week or so before being moved. Hastily, I might add when we were on to them. We packaged up everything we found and sent it to your boys.”
“She knows you are onto her,” Sal said softly. He didn’t recoil either when Texas turned his anger on him as well.
“And who fucked up that job, huh? Old friend,” The words were bitten off.
Sal returned, “Most die within weeks of purchase at the brothel I chose. I don’t know how she slipped away.”
“From the intel we gathered, the op is mobile but less and less boys are being snatched. We have gained a pretty good inventory of those in our territories. If a snatch occurs, we know almost instantaneously. And they are getting sloppy.” Phoenix ticked off each point.
Texas pushed away from the table and shrugged his shoulders irritably, like even his skin was bothering him. “Snitches, every one available at every possible location, and put out a warning with those who would use this for their gain. Don’t fuck with me or their will be blood in the streets.”
Phoenix nodded curtly and pushed himself away from the table and walked out of the office.
“Do you think Max would be involved?” Sal said quietly.
Texas wheeled around. “So your little fuck up bitch is back? How convenient and how useful.”
Sal’s brow wrinkled, “Useful.”
“Bait or dead body if he is in bed with the bitch, I warned the little slut to stay away. He’ll get what is coming to him,” Texas replied calmly.
*~*
Paul sighed as kissed his brother’s neck. Kyle shuddered and pushed his hips back forcefully. He moaned and cupped his brother’s groin.
It had been too long. They panted in the aftermath of spent passion and Kyle was sprawled against his chest. The long golden hair blanketed him and he sighed. It was so familiar, so right. Everything was coming back to the way it should.
He had intended on just talking to his twin. But being with Sal had fired up his libido, and just seeing his loving brother’s face had made him unbearably hard. When he pulled him into his arms, he heard the familiar puff of air that told him that Kyle wanted it too, that and the unmistakable hard on pressing against his own.
“Kyle?”
His twin rested his chin on his folded hands against Paul’s chest. The purple eyes were clear and content that Paul’s twisted painfully in response. Kyle’s life was settled. He had everything he could want or need. The familiar Texas tag on his collar glistened in the light. He had that too.
“My date went well. With Sal,” Kyle’s lips curved mischievously. Paul slapped his brother’s ass in reply. “Not that, pervert. Not yet,” He heard the yearning in his voice and Kyle’s expression turned serious.
He watched as Kyle touched his blonde hair and his collar before pointing at Paul.
“Yeah,” He replied painfully. “I want my master back. I want Sal. Being angry was so stupid.” He pushed Kyle up gently so they could sit face to face on the bed.
Kyle frowned and pointed Paul and shook his head. Then he pinched his brother hard. When Paul yelped, Kyle nodded his head. And then the little shit had the nerve to grin.
“Okay already, fuck Kyle, not stupid just hurt, I got it.” Paul sputtered rubbing the abused flesh on his flat stomach. He pulled his knees up to his chin. “Is it wrong that I want to give up my freedom and go back to being his boy, his property?”
Kyle gave him a thoughtful look. He pointed to Paul first and nodded. He then touched Paul’s dark hair and pointed to his collar, at the stylized T. He shook his head. He pointed to his own blonde hair and gestured to Paul again and nodded.
Paul frowned. It had been awhile; his own communication skills were a little rusty, especially when it was something this important.
“For me, yes, it is okay?” Kyle nodded. “Sal’s not Texas, he’s Sal and he’s always wanted me.” Kyle’s face was thoughtful as he cupped his brother’s face and pointed to his chest over his heart, “Wanted me for me.”
Paul wasn’t sure why but a sob rose up in his throat and Kyle’s arms went around him. “I want to go home. I want Sal.”