22. Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-two
Ford
Earlier at the apartment…
Ford’s phone buzzed, as did Jax’s. The car service was at their building to pick up Kincade Hayes, according to the message sent by the driver. Ford went to look out the peephole to see Cade rush down the hallway.
Turning to look at Jackson, Ford wasn’t exactly sure what to say, but then the words came rushing into his mind, and his anger and jealousy took hold of him again. “Did you seriously just ask him to fuck you? You don’t want me to fuck you, but you want him to fuck you? What the fuck is wrong with me, Jackson?” Yes, he was behaving irrationally, but he believed he had every right. Why Cade and not me?
“Because Branford, Kincade needs to feel like he’s in control of his piece of this relationship. He needs to feel equal, and how else would he feel equal? Obviously, he’s had an awful experience bottoming with someone, so he needs to feel like he has a say in this. Also, we both know we’re not as experienced in preparing a guy for our cocks. We’ve been together a long time, and as far as I know, we each had little experience in that area when we met as teenagers. Unless you’ve stepped out and become a fucking expert, we need Cade to show us what he wants in bed and how to get him ready.” Jax was adamant in his monologue, but Ford was still pissed.
Jax stepped closer and put his hand on Ford’s cheek, staring into his eyes. “You know as well as me that’s part of the reason it didn’t work for us to fuck each other. Besides, we both prefer to top. Cade didn’t say he was completely opposed to anal. He knows what he wants, Ford, and he wants us. He’ll make sure we know how to take care of him.”
After moving closer, the big ginger grazed his nose along Ford’s neck. “Showing him that we’re willing to learn from him is the only way I know to put him at ease, babe. He thinks we’re going to use him and dump him. Are we ?”
Ford threw up his hands and stepped away, getting angry all over again. “Of course not, but you just shocked me. You’ve never asked me to fuck you.”
Jax stepped over to Ford, opening the blonde’s pants and taking out his thick cock to stroke it. “No, I didn’t because this thing is huge, and we never figured out how to do it right without hurting each other, remember? I don’t want us to hurt him, Ford. I love him, and I figure if he shows us how to do it right, then we won’t hurt him. I want him to trust me… us. It’s developing, but it’s not there yet.”
Then, the man sunk to his knees and took Ford into his mouth, taking him to heaven. It was amazing, and just for a moment, it occurred to Ford that they were cheating… on Cade. It felt wrong without the hot brunet with the beautiful amber-gold eyes. Without his presence and participation, it wasn’t the same.
Ford pulled his dick from Jax’s mouth, loving the graze of teeth along the big vein as he did. He smiled down at the gorgeous man at his feet. “I love you, but we need to wait until later. We can get out of the club relatively early if the party’s okay. I just need to…” He was cut off by the bells that alerted him there was a text.
There were a couple of them. “Two texts from Cleveland and one from Cade.” It was time to go.
Ford zipped up and pulled Jax up and into his arms. “I love you, Jackson. We have to remember it’s not just us anymore. If we want to go back to the way things were, then we need to tell him.”
Jax paused for a minute before he leaned forward and kissed Ford gently on the lips. “I can’t do it. I love you, and I love him. We’re past the point of putting on the brakes. Let’s get dressed and go to the club to see what’s happening.”
Later…
Ford turned his car down the block where the club was located, checking out the line of people waiting to get inside. As Ford turned into the alley to park behind the building, he saw that half of those waiting were women.
“What the fuck’s goin’ on?” Jax asked.
Ford sighed. “It’s that bachelorette party. I need to talk to Cleveland and the bouncers because we’ll have to stop letting anyone else in, or the fire marshal will close us down for real. Hell, seeing all those women, I don’t think we can call ourselves a gay club anymore. Go up the back stairs, and I’ll go through the front. Stay in the office until I get a handle on things, okay? The world’s poster boys for a gay threesome don’t need to be the headline tomorrow.” Ford leaned forward and gave Jax a quick kiss before hopping out of the car and rushing around the building to the front entrance.
An hour later, after a tense meeting with an angry mother, Ford was still in shock. Jax had ducked out of the office and sat on the back stairway while Ford met with Mrs. Anastos and Cade. When the office door closed, Jax came back inside. “What the fuck was that?”
Jax went to Ford’s little fridge in his office and grabbed himself a bottle of beer before he poured Ford some scotch. Cyndi Lauper was blasting from the speakers downstairs, signaling the drag show was about to start. They always played the song to simmer down the crowd.
Cyndi was singing about her true colors, and even though Ford had heard the song far too many times to count, it had never resonated so much as it did that night. When he looked at the man sitting across from him drinking a beer, he could only smile.
“We need to talk to Cade more about what happened to him before we proceed, love. It sounds like that old boyfriend went in dry, and he hurt Kincade.”
They both heard the music stop, so Ford knew it was the beginning of the show. He took Jax’s hand and led him over to the windows, which looked out over the stage and dance floor where the two of them watched the choreographed chaos that was taking place on the club floor.
The lights came up to illuminate the dancers on the stage and working the crowd. It was a Culture Club classic, and as Ford and Jax watched out the window, they saw Cade mimicking the moves near the stage like a protective mother hen. The whole thing was flawless. Ford looked at Jax and smiled. “How can we not love him?”
“I’ve said it before. There’s no way.” Jax kissed his lips and grinned.
The two men made their way downstairs and through the crowd to take Ford’s reserved table in the back so they could watch the show. What he saw was more incredible than anything Ford had ever seen on the stage of his club. It would set a new precedent for all future acts, for certain.
After the show ended—to multiple standing ovations from the mixed crowd—the DJ began playing a mix of pop music which the crowd, namely the bachelorette party, seemed to love, based on the screams with every new song.
Ford turned to Jax. “Love, you should get home because you need to be at the stadium in the morning. Cade and I will be home soon after we clean up this mess, okay? We’ll discuss this old boyfriend another time. When do we leave for Dallas?”
Jax’s bright smile made him happy. “Next Saturday morning so we can practice at their multi-billion-dollar stadium the day before. I’ll see both of you at home, babe.” He kissed Ford on the lips before he headed out the back door of the club.
Ford approached Cleveland at the bar. “We made a lot of money tonight, my friend. Can you and the guys clean this up without us?”
Cleveland chuckled. “Oh, fuck yeah, we did, boss. You two take off and treat my boy right. He’s cut out for this business.” Cleveland poured a scotch on the rocks for Ford.
Just as Freddy Mercury began singing about wanting somebody to love, there was a gentle touch to his shoulder. When he glanced back, he saw Kincade with a glowing grin. “Well, what did you think? They did fantastically, didn’t they?”
Ford took a deep breath and turned on the stool, pulling the young man between his legs to whisper in his ear. “I want you to fuck me as well, Kincade. Jackson was right when he said we need to have you teach us how to make love together, so when you’re ready, please show me.”
“We have a game to attend tomorrow afternoon. Let’s go home. They’ve got this.” Ford led Cade up the stairs to get his keys and wallet. He turned off the lights, and they both waved to Cleveland as they left.
They hurried out, seeing there was still a line in front of the building. After they settled into the back seat of the car service, Ford took Cade in his arms. “Thank you so much for what you did tonight, my love. It was all above and beyond. I’m still in awe of how you did it, but I’m learning you have a way about you that gets things done.” Ford kissed the man on his soft lips. It had been quite a night.
Jax went to bed after a quick shower. He tried to narrow his focus to the next day’s game, but when he heard the front door open and Cade’s glorious giggle upon entering the apartment, he couldn’t help himself. He pulled on his bathrobe and walked into the kitchen to see the two men he loved eating ice cream at the counter.
“She was a bitch, Bix. Call her what you want, but her being a bitch won’t be any less true,” Cade said.
Jax went to a drawer and got his own spoon, sitting down on the stool next to Cade, surprising them both. “Who was a bitch?” He scooped into the chocolate chip ice cream to get his own bite.
Cade turned to him and grinned. “The bride. She was a horrible bitch, and I feel bad for her soon-to-be-husband. He’s fucked.” Cade took another spoonful and shoved it into his sweet mouth.
“Did anything happen after I left?” Jax asked.
“Kincade’s alcohol settled in, and he went into full flame for a bit before we left. He’s adorably tipsy.” Ford’s comment brought a laugh from Jax.
“Tipsy enough I can take advantage?” Jax leaned forward to kiss Cade on his plump lips.
“You should be in bed, Mister. Work tomorrow, remember. You’re going to kick ass and represent all of us queers, right?” Cade swayed a little on the stool.
“Okay, it’s time to put him to bed.” Ford rolled his eyes.
“I got it if you clean this up. It’s almost like we have a kid.” Jax picked up Cade, kissing his temple.
“Kinda, but not quite. Keep that in mind.” Ford’s wink held promise.
Jax carried Cade back to the bedroom and undressed him down to the cute white bikini underwear he had hidden under those tight jeans. Jax took off his robe and climbed in with Cade as Ford joined them, his breath evening out as he held Cade while Ford held him. It was pretty fucking great.
The next morning, Jax stood in the tunnel under the stadium, listening to the blaring music and the sounds of fans. He allowed himself to get lost in the white noise and readied his mind for the game.
“Cajun!” Jax turned toward the sound that had drawn him from his glorious memory of the previous night and the blissful sleep he’d enjoyed sandwiched between his two loves. It was time to get ready to put in a full day’s work. He needed to pump up his team to kick some ass.
Once the defensive line was with him in the tunnel, Jax stepped into the circle, helmet in one hand while his other hand pointed to each player as he spoke. “Today, we show no mercy, gentlemen. We win. That’s the only goal. Who’s with me?” He shouted over the sounds of the crowd, bringing cheers from the team as they ran out of the tunnel to the fight song.
After it ended, “Blaze of Glory” by Bon Jovi, started immediately. Jax and Colby had picked it together to pump up the team and the crowd. If the fans knew the trivial shit players had to deal with to make the game as exciting as possible, they’d probably laugh them off the field.
The coin toss had gone their way, and they’d chosen to kick, putting the defensive line on the field first. Jax took the line off to the side as the television time-out ticked away and looked at his team. “I’m hungry for a ring, men. I want us to show everyone just because a queer leads this line onto the field, we can easily kick ass. I’d like you to help me show them gay doesn’t mean weak. So, I’m up for drawing blood. Who’s with me?” The line cheered as their music started.
The bass line shook the whole stadium, followed by the heavy-metal guitar riffs before the distorted voice of Ozzy Osbourne announced he was Iron Man. The defensive line slowly, purposely, stalked out to the field as the song played the first chorus.
They stood to the side and waited for the Houston offense to huddle. Jax turned to his team. It was time to get their adrenaline rushing, and for once, he’d come prepared. The shock on the faces of the defensive line when he began reciting Alfred, Lord Tennyson’s The Charge of the Light Brigade, was priceless.
When he finished, Jax said, “Get that look off your faces. I went to college and learned some shit. Let’s show them the mistake they made by thinking they could come to our house and beat us. Let’s show them just how deep the Valley of Death can be right here in Chicago. I have the desire to see a little crimson tide. Are you ready? ” Jax yelled before his men cheered in support.
The defensive line got into position as the opposing offense tried to get its shit together and settled at the line of scrimmage. When the ball was hiked, there was no hesitation in the defensive line. Jax had a guard on the ground before the guy knew what was happening, and as he surveyed the field, he saw their QB hit the turf, the ball still in his arms.
As they all moved off the pile, Jax turned to see a bright smile on the face of a new guy he’d barely gotten to know, Hans Linder. He was a kid out of Minnesota who’d been picked up in a trade during the preseason, and he was damn good-looking. He was also a hell of a right tackle.
“I got my first sack, Cap,” the kid told him as they slapped hands. Yes, things were definitely looking up.