5. Chapter Five
Chapter Five
When Bronx arrived at Dante and Ashton’s estate he found them lounging together out back by their pool.
Both of their tanned and toned bodies were sprawled across a double-wide chaise lounge chair.
He opened the side gate to the pool area and walked over to them to take a shady spot under an umbrella to prevent a sunburn.
His Irish heritage made obtaining any sort of real tan nearly impossible.
“Hey, Bronx,” Dante said and leaned closer to him to fist bump. “It’s good to see you.”
“What kind of trouble are you up to today with Clarice?” Ashton asked as he rolled over onto his side to face Bronx.
Both Dante and Ashton were wearing ridiculously small bathing suits that were one inch short of being a G-string thong and Bronx had to work at not looking at their goods.
They were gorgeous men, as was Dagger, and being surrounded by this level of male beauty on a constant basis was nerve wracking at times.
“You look perplexed, my brother,” Dante said. “What’s going on?”
“You mean, besides being annoyed with my guard?” Bronx asked.
“Still at odds with Mr. NYC?” Ashton asked.
“My distaste goes way beyond the ‘at odds’ state,” Bronx declared.
“Care to share with us the reason behind this level of loathing?” Dante questioned.
“It’s a long, boring story,” Bronx said.
“But fine, I’ll tell you. Our paths crossed when we both lived in New York City and I was at the lowest point in my life.
He was one of those high and mighty cops who seemed to get off on arresting me a little too much and it was either for being publicly intoxicated or driving under the influence.
Sometimes it felt like he followed me around just waiting until I was drunk or high enough for him to slap the cuffs on me again and it got old.
I swear for a long while, every time I turned around he seemed to be there with the handcuffs at the ready.
I hated him for that but in the end I realized what a favor he’d done for me by pushing me into rehab. ”
“So, you’re pissed off he convinced you it was time to get sober?” Dante asked.
“Irrational, I know, but at the time it felt justified,” I said. “Plus, if I’m being fully honest . . .”
“I knew there had to be more to this story!” Ashton exclaimed.
“Well, during a few of my arrests, Officer Handsy was less than professional and groped me a few times,” I explained.
“It kind of escalated to where in my inebriated state of mind, I thought he wanted to hook-up. One night I made a pass and he turned me down flat, but he wasn’t especially nice about it and I walked away feeling like a complete loser.
Hindsight, I guess I was a loser—in his eyes, and to most other people, too, but . . .”
“He hurt your feelings,” Dante finished for me.
“That overly simplifies what happened but it definitely wasn’t a good situation between us,” I admitted.
“I never forgave him and I think that’s when my animosity for him really began to take root.
Call it arrogance, or maybe I was just young, dumb, and drunk but up until him, no one had shut me down that harshly and it fucked with my head. ”
“I guess that makes a little bit of sense but why not just talk it out with him?” Ashton asked.
“That would be the adult thing to do but I can’t bring myself to be bothered,” I answered. “I was honestly hoping he’d just quit and get a different job and this problem would go away with him.”
“That’s not as easy as you’d think, Bronx,” Ashton scoffed.
“I know, and that’s why he and I are stuck in this strange vortex where we’re both being too damn stubborn to man-up and clear the air,” I said.
“Every time I see his face I’m reminded of the dirtbag I used to be and how he treated me like a worthless piece of shit.
To top it all off, Dagger won’t allow me to take on a different guard, which means I’m stuck with Cavalari. ”
Dante glanced at Ashton and they shared a knowing grin with each other.
“What the fuck was that look about?” Bronx asked.
“Hmm? Not sure what you mean,” Dante said.
“You two just exchanged a look, like you know something about my situation that I don’t,” Bronx explained.
“I’m pretty sure you don’t want to hear what that look was about,” Dante stated.
“Why, is it sexual?” Bronx asked.
“Several years ago I worked with a guy I couldn’t stand—in fact, I loathed every fiber of his being,” Ashton said.
“Even smelling the lingering scent of him in a room after he’d left pissed me off.
My negative feelings for him were so bad that when I saw him approaching I’d turn and walk the opposite direction. ”
“Yeah, so what happened?” Bronx questioned. “Did you kick his ass? Have him fired? Hire someone to kill him?”
“I married him,” Ashton said and glanced at Dante with a huge smile on his handsome face.
“You didn’t hate me that much,” Dante reasoned, “and you said you loved my scent.”
“Oh, the hate was very real, my friend,” Ashton argued. “You consistently made my life a living hell.”
“That’s because I was madly in love with you,” Dante grinned at Ashton.
“You loved my hot ass,” Ashton scoffed.
“Well, that is true but I was also pretty sweet on your intelligence and your big. . . heart.”
“You are so full of shit,” Ashton grumbled.
Dante rolled over and tried to wrestle Ashton onto his back and that’s when something caught Bronx’s eye. “What the ever-loving fuck are you two wearing?” Bronx asked.
“Bikini bottoms,” Ashton said with pride.
Dante looked over at Bronx again and then both of them planted their feet onto the loungers and punched their hips toward the sky.
Dante grabbed onto the waistband of his neon rainbow-colored bathing suit with black inked words you could see when the fabric was stretched into a flat plane.
Ashton did the same to his deep purple bikini bottoms with white inked letters across the front.
Bronx saw the printed words across both their groins and rolled his eyes. “Eat Me and Suck It,” Bronx read aloud. “Whose brilliant idea were those?”
“I have a friend who owns a clothing boutique down on Santa Monica Boulevard,” Dante explained.
“He has a corner in the back of the store that has adult themed clothing items like these bathing suits and he thought they’d make great gag gifts for Christmas.
We have another set of them, too. His pair says: ‘It won’t suck itself,’ and my pair says: ‘I Fear No Hard-on.’”
“He’s right about the boutique,” Ashton said. “We laughed our asses off when we put them on.”
Dante shifted his hips and Bronx’s gaze followed the movement. “If your dick makes an appearance from that ridiculously small bathing suit I’m going to go blind,” Bronx warned.
“It’s a gorgeous cock,” Ashton noted. “He has a perfectly shaped head and a nice thick shaft that I feel for days after he pounds me.”
“Okay, on that note I think I’ll hit the road,” Bronx said.
“Oh, come on,” Dante scolded. “You just got here.”
“And I’ll be leaving the second either of your dicks pop out to say hello,” Bronx chided.
“Jesus, it’s not like you haven’t seen your fair share of cocks by now,” Dante said.
“Correct, but I don’t need to see your dicks,” Bronx argued. “You’re like brothers to me.”
Bronx sat back on the lounger and averted his eyes from Dante’s colorful bikini bottoms. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Dante and Ashton settle back down on the lounge chair they shared and Bronx stretched out his legs to get comfortable on his chair.
“Is that your kink?” Bronx asked them.
“Our kink ?” Dante questioned.
“Yeah, you know, exhibitionism, or something along those lines,” Bronx explained further.
Dante glanced at Ashton and they exchanged another look. It was fascinating to see how connected these two were and witness their silent way of communicating. He couldn’t imagine having that with someone in his life but it was inspiring to see firsthand that such things did exist.
“Not necessarily exhibitionism,” Dante admitted. “But a while ago we did realize that we get off on being watched while we’re messing around.”
“Is that so?” Bronx asked with sarcasm.
“It’s true. Every once in a while we play in Wheland’s playroom with him and Rooster,” Dante said.
“They watch us and we most definitely watch them, but we don’t share our partners.
It only goes as far as being spectators for each other.
If that sounds appealing to you, I highly recommend it.
You can’t imagine how sexy it is to see people getting lost in their pleasure.
Of course it helps when the people you’re watching are hot as Arizona asphalt in the summer. ”
“We also love the thrill of possibly being caught in the act,” Ashton offered. “That’s a huge turn-on, too.”
“Are you referring to the bathroom demolitions you’re known for?” Bronx questioned.
“That’s actually a funny part of our history as a couple,” Ashton said.
“How so?” Bronx prompted.
“When we finally started fucking around with each other, we discovered just how alpha we both were,” Dante explained. “Neither of us naturally fell into the role of being submissive.”
“That’s simplifying it,” Ashton added. “What he means is we’d come close to fist fighting in order to decide who was going to top. It became a unique form of foreplay for us and once we determined who was going to submit the rewards were intense. Best I’ve ever experienced.”
“And how did the damage to the bathrooms come to be?” Bronx asked.
“That was by complete accident,” Dante said. “The destruction was kind of collateral damage to the physicality of our fucking.”
“Everyone thought it was funny, so we kept on doing it in bathrooms at parties but for the most part, the damage wasn’t intentional.”
“Sometimes it was,” Dante said and laughed. “We especially love irritating Dagger with our antics, so we always try and find a way to wreck something at his house just to hear his explosive response.”