Chapter 7 #2
A thin sheen of sweat coated them both, their bodies slick against one another.
When his cock slipped from Jude, he sobbed from the loss of it and quickly urged the shaft back where it belonged.
Time bent and shifted. It might’ve been fifteen minutes.
It might’ve been hours. All he knew was he wanted to stay in that moment forever.
White light burst behind his eyes the second a massive orgasm slammed into him.
A tidal wave of pleasure crashed over him and a roar rose from his throat.
He couldn’t breathe, his body violently shaking as his seed erupted between their sweat-slickened bodies.
And then he was floating, a calm coming over him, pure and distinct.
Jude had heard people calling great sex a religious experience, but he’d never quite got to that level. He suddenly understood what they meant. He saw the heavens, the earth, and the stars spinning in his vision.
Then he was dragged, gasping, back into his body, his lungs burning and empty.
The man under him stiffened and roared, coming into the condom separating them.
Jude almost wished they hadn’t used one so he could feel the man’s cum dripping out of him afterwards.
Considering he’d penetrated the second hole, it was best he’d been wearing one.
Jude melted against the man, shaken. He didn’t want to move.
Reality was that this was just some stranger with a perfect dick. A man he’d likely never see again.
Sad, but true.
Jude struggled to stand, his legs boneless.
The stranger reached for the base of his cock and held the condom in place as Jude rose higher.
After snagging one of the hand towels stacked on the back of the couch and laying it down, he rolled and collapsed on his bottom, still laboring to get enough air into his lungs.
The stranger said something, but his heart galloped too loudly to hear it.
He got up and left Jude without a backwards look.
Don’t leave me yet…
Shit…
Jude reached for one of the boxes of wet wipes he’d seen scattered about. Before he could wipe his dick off, a man stepped between his splayed legs.
Offering him an unopened bottle of cold water.
Glancing up, he saw it was BD. He grinned and took it, the cool drops of condensation rolling over his fingertips. Not only was he an amazing lay but he was a considerate top, too? If so, he was rarer than a fucking unicorn.
“Thanks,” he said, his voice raised a bit over the noise around them.
As Jude gulped down half the bottle, the top sat beside him.
He snatched the wipe in his hand and wiped the cum off Jude’s cock before doing the same to his own.
When he’d tossed the mess into a can at the end of the couch, he took the bottle in Jude’s hand.
He drank a bit himself, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
He passed back the small amount left before moving his lips beside Jude’s ear. “Need another?”
“I’m good,” Jude replied. “Thanks.”
“No… thank you. That was amazing,” the guy said before nuzzling his neck for a moment.
Jude’s eyes fell closed and for one second, he contemplated asking if the guy was hungry. Maybe go out to the island and chat, waiting for a second wind? No way was he done with that cock.
He chuckled inwardly, sounding like a stupid lovesick puppy. Popping finger sandwiches and caviar like the motherfucking King of England seemed quite anti-climactic in the aftermath of being completely wrecked.
“Hopefully I’ll see you around,” the man said against his ear before offering another kiss.
Jude spun and pressed his lips against the man’s, needing a proper kiss before he was gone. “Yeah. Maybe.”
Their eyes met in the low, red light. Jude cursed it again, angry he couldn’t see as much as he wanted to. For some reason, he needed to know their shade. Big Dick smiled at him before rising. He patted the inside of Jude’s knee before sauntering away.
Fuck, he’s even got a nice ass.
A man slid beside him on the couch, filling BD’s space. No one was going to fill BD’s place for the rest of the night. Maybe not the rest of the year. New guy snatched the back of Jude’s head and forced a kiss. His mouth tasted of that funky cheese. Jude pushed him away, pissed.
“You’re supposed to ask permission, asshole,” Jude said.
When he looked back toward the door, BD was gone.
Am I really going to let the best lay of my life walk away without asking for his name and number?
Jude launched himself off the couch, desperate to find BD before he possibly left. He’d never asked a stranger for their digits and wasn’t even sure that was completely kosher, but what the fuck? He wasn’t letting ‘rarer than a unicorn’ go without trying.
Outside the room, the brighter light hurt his eyes. Jude narrowed them, scanning the living room and kitchen. He smiled when his gaze landed on a set of broad shoulders with a nice ass, almost sure that was BD. Eyes acclimating, he noticed the tousled dirty blond hair.
Anton’s going to give me shit for that.
Well, I like what I like.
A few steps away, another guy sidled up beside BD.
“Hey, Foster… how’d it go?”
Jude came to a halt, frozen in place.
“That was the hottest fucking guy I’ve ever touched,” Foster said. “Fuck. I wanna go back in there and beg for more.”
“Why don’t you?”
Jude’s skin went cold. That was Cary Archer, he was almost sure of it.
No, no, no… it can’t be Foster-Fucking-Price.
“Foster?” Jude asked, his voice raw and jagged.
The man spun at the sound of his name. His ice blue eyes met Jude’s.
Oh god, it is him.
“Foster… Price?”
He frowned and smiled at the same time. “Hey… aren’t you the guy I was just with?”
Jude nodded, barely moving.
“Do we know one another?”
A wave of sickness hit, followed immediately with an old rage he’d long buried deep. He reared his hand back and punched Foster-Fucking-Price square in the face and watched as the guy hit the island and crumbled to the floor.
“What the fuck?” Cary yelled, lunging for Jude.
“Back off, Cary,” Jude snapped.
Surprise washed over Cary’s face. Enough that it stopped him from moving another step.
“Who are you?” Cary asked.
“Foster’s worst nightmare,” Jude spat before spinning towards the front door. He rushed to the hallway and sighed with relief to find the server standing near the door.
“My bag. Hurry please.”
“Yes, sir.”
He bounced on his heels, needing to get the fuck out before he lost his everloving mind.
As soon as the guy returned with his bag, he busted out through the front door, naked as a jaybird.
He didn’t care. Hands shaking, he struggled with the zipper.
Halfway down the hall, he was able to peel on his shorts before padding barefoot the rest of the way to the elevator.
He slapped the button way too many times.
“Jude!”
Jude spun and saw Anton coming his way, covered in Jason’s purple robe.
“What the fuck? Why’d you punch that guy?”
“It’s Foster Price.”
Anton’s eyes widened, but he said nothing.
“I can’t be here, Ant.”
“I know. I know,” Anton said. He grabbed Jude by the shoulders. “Go down and wait for me in the lobby. Just give me time to grab my shit and say goodbye to Jason.”
“You don’t have to go,” Jude said. “I’m good. You can stay if you want.”
“Jude… just give me a couple of minutes, okay?” Anton asked before racing back to Jason’s door. “I’m not letting you go alone.”
As soon as Anton was inside again, the elevator doors opened.
He slipped inside and smacked the lobby button, thankful it was empty.
He dressed as quickly as possible, tugging on his last shoe when the doors opened again.
He couldn’t stay inside that building. The roaring of his mind was getting louder and louder.
The sounds of the street outside would drown some of it out.
As soon as the hot, humid air hit him in the face, he realized there was no way he could wait. He needed to be home.
Safe.
Away from all the bad memories and dark places Foster took him back to.
He ran across the street and kept on, jogging until he reached the subway station. Jude realized he was still wearing the damned mask. He dragged it off and tossed it in a trash can near the subway entrance.
After paying his fare, he scrambled down the stairs and nearly fell before he reached the bottom. He eyed the electronic displays, checking the time against it.
Less than five minutes and he’d be hurtling toward home.
Searching around, he feared Foster and Cary might come after him because of that punch. They might even call the law on him. He watched the stairs, ready to run if he had to. He might be able to take one on, but not the both of them.
The only person who appeared was Anton.
Fuck.
Anton glared at him as he neared. “I told you to wait for me.”
“I told you not to leave. No reason to ruin your night, too.”
Anton’s expression softened. “There’s no way I’m leaving you alone tonight.” He winced. “You’re sure it was Foster? I thought he was married and out in California?”
“Yes, it was Foster.” He growled with frustration. “Thanks to those masks and that red light, I didn’t know it was him.” He paused, closing his eyes. “Not until it was too late.”
Anton’s eyes widened. “No.”
Jude’s eyes closed. He couldn’t witness the dread in Anton’s eyes any more than he could handle it within himself.
“You didn’t fuck Foster…”
“I didn’t know it was him,” Jude hissed. “Your boyfriend wanted mystery? Well, I got horror instead.”
Anton pressed his palms together and brought his fingers to his mouth for a moment. “Okay… well… it happened. You can’t go back and change it now, so you pick up, and you move on. It was a mistake. We all make ‘em. Don’t let this take you down, Jude.”
It was too late.
Jude caressed the scars on his wrists, right fucking back there again.
Anton stepped closer and took Jude’s face in both hands. “Look at me. You don’t let this take you down. Do you hear me?”
Jude let go of his wrists and lifted his hands to Anton’s. Anton searched his face, the worry there enough to make Jude want to vomit.
“I’m not that kid anymore.” He gently pulled Anton’s hands away. “I’ll be okay. You don’t have to leave because of me.”
Anton chuckled, the sound hollow. “You’re not getting rid of me that easy, asshole.”
The next subway roared into the station, and the doors slid open.
Anton urged him on. He was too tired to fight it anymore.
He dropped onto the nearest seat and crumpled.
Anton sat beside him, pressing a leg firmly against Jude’s.
He bit back the tide of emotion rising and prayed they’d get home soon.