Chapter 54a - Taste Tests
Hugh finds more things about the house to suit his tastes, and a few that may need to simmer a little more before he decides if they're his cup of tea
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Pour some sugar on me
Ooh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me
C'mon fire me up
Pour your sugar on me
Oh, I can't get enough
I'm hot, sticky sweet
From my head to my feet yeah
'Pour Some Sugar on Me' Def Leppard
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iVxiHC9AJQw
He wasn't sure what energy carried him down the stairs and to the bar. Bana had quite literally sucked him dry, although without the penetration, it felt slightly like being stuffed full of starters and still waiting for the main course. Hugh straightened his shirt and hoped he didn't look as creased as he felt as he walked down the stairs and squinted into the throng in a forlorn hope to find his missing sponsor. Nothing. Again. Sawyer was clearly a slippery bastard, a bunny covered in oil, and there was neither hide nor hair of the man visible to the eye.
What was visible to the eye was the bar, an oasis in dodgy happenings which had managed to get even dodgier in the time it had taken to get Bana undressed. Jackman had to move out of the way of a dancing couple who had eyes for no one but each other; two beautiful boys whose tight black breeches clung to their lower body and the light gleamed over sweat covered muscles. A girl dressed in an elaborate black mask and very little else danced in front of a fascinated uniformed man, the round globes of her buttocks jiggling in a particularly hypnotising way. A young man stood completely naked and entirely relaxed, his perfectly formed body painted in swirls that turned his skin into a costume, laughing with another man who was eating some type of shrimp.
Hugh's stomach perked up. Food? There was food in this place? Bar then food, which was more than likely to be free to the party goers as well. He weaved his way to the alcohol and smiled at the bartender, who thankfully had a pint all ready for him as well as ... well, it smelt like something that could strip off the paint from a wall, but Billy the bartender seemed happy enough with it so Hugh shrugged and swallowed it in one. It took a second before he felt the burn deep within him, the liquid settling in his stomach like a hot ember and refusing to go out. Fucking hell. Food was definitely going to be a good idea, especially as he hadn't eaten for God near a day. He took a mouthful of beer--which, of course, didn't count--and headed into the other room where the crowd increased. More men here than women, he noticed; velvet jackets over smart shirts and snippets of conversation here and there. The blond with the slitted eyes was here, looking slightly wary and scanning the crowd every so often as though he expected something to happen. To his side was Marton, at ease and chatting, with a glass of some dark drink that was probably liquid Naughty.
And there, so proudly there, was the table of food. Platters of solid silver sat temptingly with an array of foods, meats, breads, fish, something weird that looked like it had been hit five times with a hammer and still wasn't dead, and various other things. Hugh walked over to it in a way that made it seem he wasn't desperate to get to it, and investigated the meats. Oh god, chicken. Come to daddy.
Sighing as Sean once again scanned both parlours for sight of young Orlando, Marton set his drink aside. "The lad is fine; let him mingle at his leisure. This is a select crowd. A private party; your party." Slinging his arm companionably around his partner's shoulder, Marton steered him to the dining room.
"Let’s get some of the Dungeness crab, eh? Fresh off the boats this morning; you know you've not found a sweeter taste in all your worldly travels."
Sean smiled ruefully and reached up to tousle Marton's curls. "Aye, have been craving those beasties; why do yeh think I scheduled my return for late fall?"
As the two old friends entered the next room, Marton spied their newest member. "Ah, Mr. Jackman, let me introduce you to the guest of honor," he called out just as Hugh brought a crisply fried piece of chicken to his mouth and took a sizeable bite.
And now the trick was not to choke on chicken. Hugh cursed inwardly at the timing and chewed as quickly as he could before swallowing, his gaze moving to the still reserved blond with the tight arse. His memory provided the name to the face. Sean Bean. Another one of the owners, or at least high up enough in the rankings to be someone to keep an eye on.
Hugh smiled and held out his hand, thankful that the chicken hadn't seemed to leave anything bad on his hands. Making people greasy was one thing, but you had to really intend for it to happen.
"Hi," he greeted, "Is this party for a special occasion or did you just feel like treating yourself?"
Sean looked the newcomer up and down, tongue snaking out to flirt with the tops of his teeth. Interest glinted in his eyes as he dampened his lips before speaking.
"Mmm, a very special occasion now. Should allow Miss Marg to arrange more of these 'shin-dings', if it brings tall dark and handsome treats such as yourself 'round. Name's Sean Bean, since it appears Marton is incapable of making proper introductions." He shook Hugh's proffered hand, holding the connection a hair long.
Marton laughed, reaching to the table to pick up a large bite of crab, before dipping it in melted butter and popping it into Sean's mouth.
"Down man. Mr. Jackman is new and still feeling out whether Freeman's is for him and he for us," he purred in Sean's ear loud enough for the newcomer to hear.
"Welcome," Marton's eyes danced with lusty amusement as he wiped up the butter dripping to Sean's chin, and fed it back to his partner on a long slim finger while watching Hugh's reaction.
There had to be something in the drinks. Although he kept the majority of his composure, Hugh couldn't stop the slight widening of his eyes as he watched the head of the household hand-feed the other head of the household with buttery delights. There was only so much his surveillance could give him, and one of the little facts that had been hard to establish was exactly who with and where Marton found his pleasures.
Everyone was horny as hell and relaxed to go along with it. Going from the occasional fumbles in the night to this was more than simply freaky, but it certainly had its charms.
Hugh took his mind and shook it mentally. Jesus, he had a job to do here! And yet his mind was more than happy to completely ignore this and have a good time on free drink and free food and yard after yard of fine looking men and women who seemed keen to sample all the new meat available. After all, who was he to say no? He was under cover. Do as the locals did, and the locals certainly were welcoming.
"Oh, from what I've felt in the house it's definitely my type of place," Hugh grinned, then flushed slightly for the phrase. Okay, bad idea there. His gaze had also found itself fastened on the shining buttery fingers that were lingering near Sean's seductive mouth. Hugh swallowed, then allowed himself to relax a little more. Sod it. The worst that could happen was he could bodge everything up.
"Can I assume that you recommend the crab?" he asked innocently.
Thoughts of how Orli was fairing were far from Sean's mind as he envisioned himself sandwiched between these two large dark-haired men. Jackman's blush made his lips quirk up teasingly.
"Aye, feeling is integral to the pleasures found here. Come, feel how the taste of fresh Dungeness bursts on the tongue." Sean chose another morsel of the creamy white seafood, arching a brow in inquiry as he hovered over the pot of butter.
Marton stepped closer to Hugh, enjoying how well he was reacting to the sensual teasing. It wasn't this man's fault Sawyer had bucked the rules, and the gambler would be dealt with in good time. For now, getting a read of the handsome Australian in a relaxed party setting would tell Marton more than the usual limited access a new member received.
"For ease of eating, Cook and her helpers have shelled all the crab," Marton rumbled sexily, "Pity, as it removes the pleasure of sucking the tender flesh straight from the legs and knuckles."
Hugh's eyes were fastened tight on watching Sean's fingers on the white flesh of the crab near the buttery, slippery liquid that certainly looked more appealing as a lubricant than the usual bought or whatever substance he made do with. However, his gaze flickered up at Marton as the man spoke, Hugh offered him a lazy grin.
"Yeah? Guess you'd have to choose a really interesting plate instead," the grin lifted at the corner of his mouth. Flirting with the two owners of the house really wasn't going to hamper his task. "Although I'm sure in this house there's plenty of enjoyable sucking experiences to be had, with or without butter."
Head tossed back as he laughed heartily, Marton clapped Hugh on the shoulder. His hand remained, allowing Sean the opportunity to take liberties and pop the succulent morsel, undipped, between Hugh's lips.
"Sweeter than other crustaceans, eh? With the salty tang of the Pacific the beastie was playin' in this morning?" Sean purred huskily in Hugh's other ear.
And the crab was fucking gorgeous, just as Hugh had expected, but it wasn't the quality of the food he was focusing on any more. His tongue swirled over the crab in his mouth before he slowly began to chew.
Jackman swallowed before speaking again, remembering his manners. Now was not the time to cock up.
"Very sweet," Hugh murmured back. "Although I have to confess that I haven't really eaten much in the way of seafood. Back home, it's much more.." his grin widened slightly, "…rough and ready."
"Mmm," both owners hummed. Then Sean nudged Marton, "Speaking of rough and ready..."
Carrying a large tureen of Cook's special gumbo, Vin entered the room from the direction of the kitchen, leading a small crew of servants. Noticing Marton first, he muttered beneath his breath, "Damned if Eric's not around again when work's needed. Slipped upstairs t' bang some chippy according to Liv, probably still cuddling the man..."
Marton loudly cleared his throat to call Vin's attention to a client's-Hugh's-presence, also to further stave Vin's faux pas that the 'chippy' in question was standing at his elbow.
"Vin, you remember Mr. Jackman? Why don't you help him fill a plate, and let us worry what the staff is or isn't doing, eh?" he tempered his mild chastisement with a smile, leading Sean out greet some new arrivals to the party.
"Hey," Vin felt his cheeks heat as he greeted Hugh, a rueful smile bringing a dimple to his cheek. "Can help you satisfy one appetite now... then pick up where we left off, see what other appetites we can whet." Vin’s smile turned into a lusty smirk.
"Contrary to what your bosses think, I am able to feed myself," Hugh grinned as soon the two owners had wandered off. "We 'chippies' are remarkably able, you know."
Jackman grinned and picked up a bread roll to toy with it, watching the mountain wolf thoughtfully.
"So what did she have you do when you vanished before?" he asked, curiously. "You moved out of that room quicker than a whippet with a bum full of dynamite."
"You?" Vin's eyebrows lofted high, "Damn, you will be a bonus round here, if you can get that lummox to bend over so swiftly." Knowing Hugh's reticence in bottoming, Vin assumed he'd been the top in the encounter between the Aussies. "Damn," he said again, "Let me know next time. That's a scene I'd dearly love to see... participate in." Vin paused, licking his lips as his eyes traveled over Hugh's frame once more.
Hugh snorted.
"Didn't get him to bend over at all," he said ruefully. "And before you start raising that eyebrow again, no, I haven't been plundered either. Sodding frustrating."
He grinned at the wolf and casually draped an arm around Vin's shoulders, his mouth near the man's ear and his voice turning into a husky murmur. "'Cause, if you know of ways to get him to be a little more... forthcoming, then I'm sure you can get your hands dirty."
And god he hoped he wasn't about to get a fist on the jaw for that.
"Mmm," Vin answered, Hugh's voice and delicious words pleasantly skittering down his spine, "We'll have to put our heads together..." he paused to leer, "and see what we can scheme, er, plan to make that happen."
Young Jorge loomed in the dining room doorway, and Vin scowled ferociously until the portly client skittered to the bar and Dom's gaming table.
To Hugh, Vin shook his head, "Boy knows only two things, gambling-badly--and food. He's already napped off his overindulgence from hitting the buffet too hard. That's what I was doing earlier. Cook's threatened to gut him if she ever catches him inhaling her hard work again. Really need to get Miss Marg to arrange for one of the girls to pop his cherry, so to speak. Let him learn sex is an acceptable indulgence here, yeah?"
Hugh watched the man curiously.
"He's one of the staff?" he hazarded, unable to think of someone wanting to come to a place such as Freeman's without being comfortable about sex.
"Nah," Vin laughed, "His daddy's some Cuban bigwig, one of our more discreet members. Brought the boy round soon as he hit puberty," Vin shrugged, an indulgent smile on his face, "Daddy foots the bill, and as long as Jorge doesn't set Cook on the warpath, he's free to use the house as he wishes. Plus the house cut of the allowance he loses to Sawyer all the time doesn't hurt."
Hugh focused on the man again. Rich. Young. Naive. All the words that he really, really liked to hear, although the boy looked like he had enough troubles of his own without someone whispering in his ear. Still, it was damned tempting and his wallet was getting emptier by the day.
"Why hasn't anyone made a move on him before?" Hugh murmured back to Vin. "Especially the women. They're normally around a bloke like that immediately, buzzing around the honeypot."
"Who the hell knows the mind of a woman? Most fickle, contrary creatures, 'cept Miss Marg... and her friend, Lady Heather... both are shrewd businesswomen, but sure wouldn't want to get on either's bad side... especially the Domme." Vin shuddered, remembering the one incident when the coolly controlled Madam had lost her composure.
"The Domme?" Hugh echoed, a little taken aback. "Which is what, exactly? Who?"
"A female Dominant." At Hugh’s blank look, Vin smiled. If anything, the man's stock with Vin was elevating more. "I take it you and Sawyer didn't meet in one of his er, specialty houses? You do know our smarmy southerner likes it rough... really rough? Okay," Vin scratched at his jaw, formulating how best to explain. "A Dom, like our Naveen, is a Dominant. His clients seek his specialty in dominating them in controlled scenes, usually down in the Ruby Room, which doubles as our Virgin's room and the playroom--dungeon, some would call it--since most of the restraints and other toys are housed there. Lady Heather is a Dominatrix, and runs her own house. She and Miss Marg and Mr. Marton know each other from way back. They and Naveen will share certain clients or arrange scenes now and again in either house."
"Women do that type of thing?" Hugh was astounded. Manipulation was one thing, the careful application of the fairer sex and a soft voice in an ear that had the power of a cannon, but dungeons and playrooms--whatever they were--seemed so far from the women he was used to that he wasn't sure whether to be aroused or appalled.
"And yeah, I knew Bunny was into the rough and tumble. Made it easier really, not having to worry about accidentally bruising or something. I can do the occasional wrist binding, but it's just good old fashioned rope and a bed." And God, he hoped to get Bana into that. Nothing beat the good old fashioned target begging to be tied up. Hugh studied Vin in fascination.
"So... are you into it? What is it, a bruised arse and a sore back?" Jackman suddenly rewound the conversation. "Wait, are you saying that Marton does this too?"
Vin snorted. "Marton does everything. Have you really looked at the man? He exudes sex and carnal desire from every pore." Vin's eyebrow lofted again, and he shook a finger at Hugh.
"No, I don't need those kinds of games to get my rocks off. But yeah, having a... bunny did you say, willing to take a bit of rough, that's all gravy."
The owner of the place dabbled in everything? Hugh smiled to himself in amazement, wondering briefly whether Sean was also into random 'playing'. Most likely, based on the crab sucking.
"So what does get your rocks off?" Hugh murmured, cocking his head slightly on one side. "Or are you one of these easy going souls?"
"Oh, I'm easy going," Vin's voice lowered to a rumble, "Until fellows get the impression I'm a pushover." He crowded a little closer, voice lowering more, "Then, things can get interesting."
Hugh could understand that. It was probably hard to push over a mountain anyway.
"Danger... rockslides," he murmured. "Many people make the mistake of thinking you're a pushover?"
"Not if they know what's good for 'em." Vin rumbled, nudging Hugh back to the table so they could fill plates. "Though I will say, a countryman of yours does seem to deliberately try my patience. You on the other hand," Vin perused Hugh's form lasciviously, "seem the right sort of 'bloke' I wouldn't mind tossing a few back with... or indulging in other 'activities'."
Filling a bowl with the aromatic gumbo, Vin looked up at Hugh while licking his lips. "And besides small fuzzy 'bunnies', what gets your rocks off?" he rumbled.
Damned good question, that. Other than the days he had spent in the city, Hugh hadn't really focused on anything other than simply gaining satisfaction and ensuring it wasn't his own rear on the line. He shrugged slightly.
"Guess you could say I'm open to suggestions," he replied, then grinned. "Although straight forward and rough works better than the namby pamby messing around with flowers and the like. Not really something I'm familiar with."
Hugh resisted grabbing everything from the table and gave Vin a side glance. Fellow countryman presumably was Bana, unless they were breeding Aussies in the basement, and therefore Vin was a distinct opportunity to be used. Jackman's grin widened. If you had to do a job, you might as well enjoy it.
"So.... what were you trying to get my fellow countryman to do?" he purred. "He's just rejected my offers to plunder his more vulnerable spots. Having the same problem?"
Vin coughed, nearly choked on his spoonful of spicy shrimp and peppers. "Shit, ain't no moss growin' under your feet?" He asked in amazement when he could speak above a throaty rasp. "Sharing rooms over the carriage house, and listening to that sheep bug... er... overgrown hound dog, yapping non-stop, tends to dispel thoughts of plunderin' that fine ass of his."
Hugh chuckled and stole a slice of pepper from Vin's bowl.
"Hey, from the sound of it I'm not supposed to be here. One of Bunny's rulebreaking sessions I understand, although I suspect I'm being tolerated for the night. Might not get the opportunity again." He waved the pepper slice as though conducting the conversation, and bit it. Whatever he'd been drinking had certainly hit the spot, burning within him and making his confidence grow more and more.
"So you've never got in his pants either? I wonder who has... your boss, perhaps?"
"Not singly," Vin replied with a cryptic smirk, "You'll fit in well here, and will soon be able to avail yourself of some of the 'special' entertainments." A glance to a couple intimately connected on a dining room chair feeding each other, Vin snorted, "Well, other special entertainments Marton arranges... and participates in, shall we say.
"You keep bringing the Boss up. You have designs of working your way into his bed?"
Hugh blinked and looked at Vin with slightly wide-eyed expression.
"Well, I hadn't really thought about it. Keeping on the right side of the boss sounded a better idea," Jackman's eyebrows raised a little more. "Should I? And when you say special entertainments, what on earth does that include? A sheep, a pot of jam and a feather duster?"
Vin chuckled, "If that's what tickles your fancy, and with enough silver, sure. Don't think it's in use. Come on; easier if I show you." Vin put down his bowl, took Hugh's plate and did the same with it. Grabbing his new friend by the sleeve, Vin led him to a back stairway to the basement.
"Down here’s the Ruby Room. Along with it being the 'playroom' for private sessions (and a few public ones), there are viewing cubicles all around. Clients who don't chose to participate fully, can observe the entertainment... by themselves or with any of the staff not otherwise occupied."
The pair approached the row of cubicles and Vin escorted Hugh into the first to check if the main room was in use. Only then did he hear the faint strains of a whip being employed and caught a glimpse of Naveen stripped to the waist wielding it. Wide-eyed he remembered Sawyer was here, and was Hugh’s 'bunny' (though how anyone could think the smarmy gambler was cute and cuddly, Vin didn’t know).
"Shit…" Vin made to move Hugh back to the curtained entrance, "Private session, we need to leave," he whisper-growled.
Hugh followed in fascinated silence, noting the richness of the fabrics that seemed to drape everywhere and the vibrant colours that seemed to be both intimately soothing and violently erotic at the same time. He stared in bewilderment at a wooden bench that seemed to have more than its fair share of both padding and leather straps; his gaze moving onto what appeared to be a cross in the corner before Vin pulled him back.
"Private session?" he whispered back. God, it was like being back at school and sneaking out before the teachers worked out what was going on. Hugh tried to squint past the organic mountain that Vin represented, seeing the exotic looking man he had spied on the stairs bearing what appeared to be a vicious looking whip. Hugh's eyes widened even further. Jesus, if everyone was used to having that type of thing as casual entertainment perhaps getting Bana out was going to be riskier than he thought.
"What the fuck...?"
Moving with the speed many found surprising in such a large man, Vin clamped a hand over Hugh's mouth, and bodily removed him from the small viewing room. Not until they were halfway up the stairs did he release his grip and let Hugh's feet reconnect with the floor. All the while he was fervently praying to all that was holy that Sawyer had not been the client with Naveen.
"Private, meaning not for anyone else's-especially yours-eyes," he hissed, panting in fear of dismissal, not exertion.
Jesus, the man was strong! Hugh hadn't been given a chance to even protest before he was carried out of the way, and he hadn't been carried anywhere since he was thirteen. Panting, he stared at the mountain wolf incredulously as soon as his feet touched the floor and his mouth was free from its hand barrier.
"Sorry, I just..." Hugh waved a hand in the general direction of weirdness. "…fuck, does that happen a lot? And it's pleasurable?"
He paused and found he had another question to add to that. "And your boss does it down here?"
"Some find it pleasurable; the whips, floggers and such. As you, yourself, mentioned, a bit of rope and role-playing with a willing partner can be quite fun, yeah?" Still mostly pressed to the taller, solid Aussie, Hugh's natural musk filled Vin's senses, lowering his voice to a husky timber.
"Mr. Marton dabbles in all manner of pleasures of the flesh," breathing deeply, an almost hum rumbled from Vin's chest before he continued, "though it's the Dom who presides over the 'scening', as they call it. Most sessions are private, unless the client requests a select viewing-or participating-audience."
"A bit of rope, yeah," Jackman protested. "A fucking big whip is another matter!"
He shook his head and ran his hand through his hair, looking at the stairs. Okay, this was a little freaky. Messing around was one thing, but 'stealing' a man from under the noses of a group that regularly practised with weaponry was more than a little disconcerting.
Just meant that he had to do the task well the first time. There were no second chances in this, and therefore his 'sources' were even more important than he realised. Sources like Mount Vin. Hugh grinned awkwardly and rested his hand on Vin's chest just above his right nipple.
"So have you been in any of these audiences?" he murmured. "Or the full session?"
"Oh, I've helped set the mood upon occasion." A secretive, lusty glimmer lit Vin's eyes as he licked his lips in an unconscious emulation of one of Mr. Sean's habits. "And have played too, when the Dom has gotten the sub all compliant and open, body vibrating with the need to pleasure or be filled however one desires..."
Aroused by Hugh's masculinity, and in some small measure the riskiness of where they were, Vin stepped closer. The movement brought his well-developed pectoral fully under Hugh's fingers burning through the thin cotton of his shirt.
"So..." Hugh stayed where he was, his hand firmly resting on the wolf's chest and amused eyes surveying Vin's. "... you've always been the Big Bad, have you? Never fancied..."
His hand slid down over firm muscle and flat stomach, brushing over the damned hard crotch with a feather light touch before resting on Vin's hard thigh.
"... trying to be the sub, is it?" he finished in a purr.
"No," Vin breathed on an exhalation after the fleeting touch. "The same could be said for you, yeah?" His hands spanned narrow hips and he ground forward, trapping Hugh's hand between their powerful thighs. A matching hardness came into contact with his, and Vin purred outright. "You’re a 'Big Bad' too, not sub material. Unwilling... or just never considered the receiving end of pleasure?"
Hugh started to laugh, then suddenly remembered about the Dom with the whip and cut it off, glancing over his shoulder as carefully as any schoolboy sneaking off from lessons. He looked back and gave a casual shrug, the alcohol burning through his system giving him confidence.
"Not the way we do it over my way," he murmured back, giving a lazy grin and circling his hips lazily. "There's a pecking order for who goes on top. And I guess you could say I'm at the top of my food chain."
"Pity you’re so... unbending..." Vin gave a hip roll as well. "So we're left with clothed frottage on the stairs? Or, do we settle with a couple cold ones in the bar and find us one of the bendy-boys upstairs to share?"
Hugh managed to get his hand unpinned from the thighs and moved to caress the man through the material of his trousers, noting the sheer size of him through the haze. As his hand worked, Hugh pressed their chests closer, his breath mixing with Vin's briefly before Jackman dipped his head and licked up the wolf's neck lazily.
"And why should it be me bending for you?" he murmured. "I'm sure I could show you a damned good time, and..." the words turned into a purr as Hugh nuzzled against the heat of Vin's neck again before whispering in his ear, " ...I didn't think you were scared of anything."
Vin arched his neck for better access, "I'm sure you could, but I'd only 'bend' for one..." Shadows momentarily crossed Vin's eyes, unseen by his companion, and then he angled down to taste along Hugh's jawline. He forced away thoughts of his ex-commander, his best friend, by nipping at Hugh's earlobe.
"Scared has nothing to do with it. I may play willingly with many, but few earn my trust and access to all of me..." he rumbled in a low rasp.
Hugh felt another stab of guilt at the words which he immediately forced away. This was his job, for fuck's sake, and it wasn't as though he could simply quit if he didn't want his neck in the noose instead of Bana's.
"Yeah, I know the feeling. Never bend over for someone who doesn't know your middle name or your favourite color, eh?" Hugh groaned slightly as his earlobe was nibbled in a most sensual way that managed to make his crotch throb. "And as far as I know, no-one 'cept my mother knows my middle name... and she's dead.
"Guess we're gonna need some nice flexible kid involved then," he murmured, not entirely sure how that was going to work, but always up for a challenge. "Although no dresses, okay? I like my men as men and my women as women. Unless..."
Common sense slammed his mouth shut immediately. Getting Bana was important, but putting his own virginity up as payment was definitely getting into dodgy territory, especially as there was no guarantee getting Vin's help to persuade Bana into a 'date' was going to work.
"Unless...?" Vin prompted, delivering a sharper nip to Hugh's responsive earlobe. His hips bumped and nudged his hardness against the hand covering his groin, while he held Hugh in place with hands now cupping a finely curved rear. "Your gambler friend is quite a bendy fellow, but I'd rather not expend my energy on keepin' his snarky mouth occupied."
He stepped away, smirking when Hugh's knees nearly buckled until he locked them. "C'mon, let's find a boy and beer... working you up is thirsty work," he shot over his shoulder as he mounted the stairs. Of course, he waited until around the first bend before adjusting the extremely snug fit of his own trousers.
Hugh sagged against the wall and watched him as he went. He licked his lips as he caught his breath and tried to focus on the job. Finally, he shakily followed Vin up the stairs and headed to the bar, knowing he needed a damned big drink in him before they were going to try anything.
"Who?" he murmured in Vin's ear as they approached the bar.
"Patience, man," Vin chuckled, propping himself carefully on a stool. "Gotta reconnoiter." He signaled the servant acting as barman for beers and a shot for the pair. He nodded to where Billy and Warrick were playing some dueling piece on the piano. "The new boy's sensual and hardy enough, if the rumors are true," Vin indicated the handsome green-eyed mulatto, "but he's been through some shit, so the household is letting him chose play partners at his own pace," he finished regretfully that Warrick hadn't come sniffing his way yet.
He then pointed out various other young men who were either already playing with small groupings of clients and staff, or obviously enamored of whichever gentlemen they were sitting or playing with. "A number of boys who used to work here are back with their patrons for the party, but looks like it may take too much time and patience to steal one of 'em away."
He hoisted the beer that was set at his elbow and smacked it against Hugh's glass. "Just stay propped there looking as sexy as you are; like flies to honey, Greg or Craig will sniff out that we're in need of some relief," Vin rumbled, lust deepening his voice.
"Greg or Craig?" Hugh tried to think of the names and failed, his groin stopping all decent thoughts. "They're not the ones in dresses, are they?"
"Nah," Vin wiped beer foam off his upper lip and picked up the shot glass, "They're boys, through and through." The rum burned pleasantly in his gut after he tossed it back, adding to his arousal most enjoyably.
Hugh helped himself to a drink and gave Vin a little nudge.
"Y'know, you could strip off your shirt," he advised cheerfully, "Give them something to look at. I'm sure I can find some oil on the table."
A snorting laugh escaped Vin, and the musculature beneath his shirt rippled as he stretched with the shot glass for a refill. "Mmm, like the way you think. This is a whorehouse; oils are always readily to hand." Vin motioned to a basket on the end of the bar. "You gonna be the one to grease me up?"
Hugh laughed, beginning to seriously enjoy himself on a social level rather than just sexually.
"I was thinking of it," he agreed, stretching across the bar to grab the basket and dragging it back with him. He eyed the contents, then picked up a bottle to squint at the label.
"Well, that's just disturbing," he commented, "But it'll do. C'mon, let's get you oiled up and attracting the attentions of our little peacocks. I'm assuming these kids like to strut around, yeah?"
"Don't pick one of the flowery ones; smelling like one of the girls ain't in my plan for the evening." Vin waved idly at the bottles, one hand starting to undo his buttons. "Ruins the scent of male musk we'll soon be awash in, yeah?"
He caught a glimpse of blondish spiky locks on a tall figure and grinned broadly, "And look, there's a pea...cock... just itching to strut our way."
Greg had been enjoying the party so far, despite the fact that Nick hadn't shown up yet. It was hard not to enjoy yourself when there was good food to eat, fine wines on offer instead of the usual beer that the boys stuck to, and sexy men and women in abundant quantities to watch or play with. These parties were reasonably rare and much more interesting than the usual night's work, in Greg's opinion. While the whores were still expected to be friendly to any paying customers, the clientèle on these nights was usually of a better quality (read: more attractive) than some of the 'regulars' who kept the place ticking over. Of course, regulars like Sawyer, Viggo, Major Karl and especially Nick were perfectly attractive, but they were all the kind of men who were invited to the parties anyway.
Tonight, Greg had already entertained one of his usual callers, Mr Grissom, and left him sated and happy to watch Boone proudly introduce Orli as his new protégé (and as a virgin to boot, despite what had happened with Warrick earlier in the week!) to some of the patrons and former employees that had yet to meet the young English girl-boy.
Orli blushed prettily at the attention, looking the part completely. Greg had to smile at how easily fooled the clients could be, and as he wandered away, he could almost feel the lustful thoughts of the men who clearly thought they might get the honour of deflowering the lad.
Stopping to indulge in some of Cook's wonderful gumbo before anyone else could draw him away from the food, his eye couldn't help straying to the tall, dark and handsome man with Vin at the bar. What were they up to? Vin was unbuttoning his shirt, and if Greg wasn't mistaken, the stranger with him was searching through the selection of oils kept on the bar as if one of them was going to fuck the other right there in front of everyone, or else... Greg wasn't sure what else. Swallowing appreciatively at the duel sensations of the tasty food and the delicious sight in front of him, Greg watched with interest, dying to know what the two had planned.
In the meantime, Hugh had selected his oil and was tossing the bottle casually from hand to hand, watching Vin unbutton his shirt with a hungry, wolfish grin on his face. He might not be flowery, but the man was going to end up with more oil on him than the average basted chicken, although without the onion poked in interesting areas.
As the shirt was flopped onto the bar, Hugh poured a generous amount of oil into the palm of his hand and motioned to Vin with his head that he should turn around.
"Shove your hands on the bar and slightly bend over," he suggested cheerfully, putting both hands onto the muscle of Vin's back and beginning to smooth it onto him. "That'll get everyone's attention."
Fuck!
Greg almost choked on his food when Vin finished removing the shirt and turned to face the bar. His heart nearly leapt out of his body and his cock hardened instantly as the man he didn't know began smoothing enough oil on Vin's back to cook a chicken in.
"Jesus..." he heard whispered from somewhere nearby in the room, and Greg only just managed to tear his eyes away from the sexiest thing he'd seen all week to realise that more than half the room were focused on the same thing he was. A few other muttered comments and breathy gasps made him brave somehow, and he took a step forward before he realised that he was still holding a plate in front of him.
"Oh, Christ," Greg mumbled, looking for somewhere to put the plate hurriedly. God, he had to get closer before much longer. With any luck, he could... join in? It was entirely possible that Vin was already being paid for this, but surely if they didn't want others joining in, they wouldn't be starting things up so publicly, would they?
Surely, this wasn't something Marton would allow to progress too far in these open parlours? Greg didn't know how likely a raid was right now--he'd never experienced one here yet--but he'd heard about them happening from the other boys, and part of the reason why Freeman's had girls and gambling, so he'd been told, was in case the police showed up.
Giving one last look around the fascinated audience, who all seemed rooted to the spot, Greg vaguely wondered if Marton would suddenly appear and move this to the Ruby Room, where such activities usually took place, if it started to look too much like developing into an orgy. Although, since he seemed to be the only one actually moving, perhaps he could convince the sexy couple that the three of them should find a room without the audience. There was something about the idea of being alone with such an incredible pair and having people speculate on what they were doing that had more appeal somehow than all-out fucking in front of everyone and removing the mystery altogether.
Besides--Greg allowed a guilty stab of something to give him pause for a moment--if Nick were to walk in and Greg was naked and entwined with these men in such an open manner... his favourite client would probably turn tail and never show his face at Greg's door again.
Money Greg reminded himself. This was about earning a few extra dollars, that's all. And Nick was a client, no matter how much he cared about the man, not a lover.
Swallowing as he pushed the guilt back, Greg wiped his hands on his soft pants as he watched the stranger’s hands massaging the oil across Vin's muscular back, then began moving across the room.
Stroke. Rub. Massage. Stroke. Knead. Back to rubbing. The movements were surprisingly relaxing, and Hugh found it was far too easy to get lost in watching his own hands caress down Vin's broad, muscled back. The wolf's back gleamed in the light prettily as Hugh allowed his hands to move all over it, dipping down to the waistband before sliding up and over the hard, powerful shoulders and arms that could probably snap an iron bar in half without Vin so much as blinking.
Of course it was impossible not to press himself up against the proud rise of Vin's backside, his aching arousal straining against the material. However, with at least two layers of material between his erection and its goal, Hugh knew that Vin wasn't in the slightest danger of being kebabed. He sighed regretfully, and kneaded his thumbs into powerful muscles in the small of Vin's back again, putting his full expertise into the massage.
He caught a movement out of the corner of his eye. Jackman paused and glanced over his shoulder where a youngster was bearing down on them with an interested look in his eye. Well, either they were about to be thrown out or the bait had been taken.
"Don't suppose you have any honey to hand, do you?" he queried cheerfully, as though he wasn't doing anything more taxing than having a quiet drink. "I left my supplies at the house."
Vin was purring like a huge contented cat by the time Hugh spoke. The man had an excellent touch for massage, and Vin was seriously considering petitioning Mr. Marton about the benefits of hiring a third bouncer. The hard ridge rubbing against his backside he knew was mostly teasing on Hugh's part, and Vin bumped back, flexing his firm buttocks a few times in answering teases to his new friend.
"Honey?" he rumbled huskily, "you think slicking me up like a greased piggy at a County Faire isn't enough to attract a fly?" With Hugh's hands at his waist, Vin spun around to present him with his broad expanse of chest. He leered into Hugh's desire-filled brown eyes before peeking over his shoulder. Dimples appeared as Vin's smile widened. Young Gregory was slowly bearing down on them.
"Or you interested in dabbling in food play? Want the boy to eat and drink his fill off our bodies while we use his so deliciously?"
"Hmmm," Hugh's eyes lazily travelled down the proud, glorious chest in front of him, speaking as though the boy wasn't within earshot. "Do you think the boy's good enough to lick and suckle his food from us? Does he have a talented tongue? Can't do it without a talented tongue."
He slid his oiled hand over the smooth plane of Vin's chest and tweaked the man's nipple.
"And you need to be smeared with honey," he added. "You really do."
Vin’s eyelids fluttered when Hugh's rein-callused palms slid over his flesh and plucked at a peaked nipple. "I do? Hmm..." his eyes shifted back to Greg who was open-mouthed and still approaching with a very hungry look in his eyes.
"What d'you think Greg?" Vin leaned back, arms stretching to either side along the bar top, groin and the hard ridge trapped behind his trouser placket angled prominently. "Want to imbibe in a little snack with my friend and me?"
Clearly, the invitation was open for a third member of this little 'make everyone in the room's mouth water' session.
Greg grinned lasciviously, then swiped his tongue around hungry lips before taking a quick look around them. He certainly wasn't the only one interested, but as he had been the only one to get closer, he had right of way, in his opinion, especially since Vin had basically just invited him personally.
Swallowing, he returned his eyes to the absorbing sight, which just made his cock throb all the harder within the confines of his soft pants. He doubted many other watchers were any more flaccid though, so he wasn't the least embarrassed.
"Snack sounds good," he agreed with a slightly hoarse voice, and then clearing his throat softly, went on, eyes on the unknown man's hands as he came up beside the two, "Perhaps a private room might be more in order though... not sure how things'll go if I join in here... uh..." he gulped as Vin's nipple was pinched harshly and the man responded by bucking his hips into the man in front of him slightly.
Fuck! They might not manage to make it to a private room at this rate!
"Mr. Freeman... uh... Mr... uh..." Greg couldn't quite remember what he was trying to say as his eyes remained glued to the movement of sensuously strong hands across the finely muscled chest of his favourite bouncer.
From behind the bar, an amused Scottish accent chimed in to deliver, "I think what the boy's suggesting may be something along the lines of 'My employer may prefer it if any unscheduled visits from the constabulary did not happen upon naked men indulging in activities beyond the confines of the law in a public place'?" Billy raised eyebrows in query as Greg managed to shift his eyes at last.
"Uh, yeah, that..." Greg agreed, gulping some more and swivelling his eyes back to the compelling sight.
Billy grinned to himself more and shook his head. The boy was right, it was incredibly sexy, but from the safety of the other side of the bar, he had the advantage of not seeing everything quite so in his face and could maintain his dignity.
"Might be best to shift it away from the main parlours, Vin," he murmured somewhere near the big man's ear as he looked for their employer and failed to spot him. Billy was sure the man would have been here in no time flat had he been available; public lewdness was still an offence, not to mention the more serious charge of sodomy, and the way these boys were going, it'd only take one person stepping in that hadn't been invited and all the occupants of the house could end up explaining themselves before a judge. Billy doubted Marton wanted that, and although it was likely Vin wasn't too far gone to realise it, a gentle reminder would do no harm.
Vin sent a slightly shame-faced grin over his shoulder to Billy and nodded in agreement. "Right, send up some honey, beverages and whatever else your dirty little mind can come up with, and we'll take this up to the Diamond Room. Sounds like we're gonna get quite... messy," he finished with a leer.
He pushed off the bar, tugged Hugh forward by the belt buckle and crowded Greg, where he then took the boy's hands and placed them over their straining erections. "This is all for you... if you think you're up for it?" Vin challenged, eyeing the erection straining Greg's breeches.
"Oh yes..." Greg just about managed to breathe, his chest tightening with lust as he gauged the size of the newcomer.
My God!
Vin was big enough, but this guy... well, Greg just hoped he could handle him, that's all, as he doubted Vin would be the one bending over, and somehow this tall guy didn't come across as someone who ended up at the bottom of the pile very often. Greg might be innocent in some ways, but he had a kind of sense about which way things would go with men who used his services that was seldom wrong.
Smiling at the man, Greg gulped again and let go of both erections in order to turn and head towards the stairs, not moving too quickly, to be sure the others were still behind him. A heat at his rear told him they weren't about to lose him now they'd got him interested, and a certain sense of pride made his grin grow as he checked out the curious--and in some cases extremely jealous--looks being directed his way as the three of them headed out of the room.
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Pour some sugar on me
Ooh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me
C'mon fire me up
Pour your sugar on me
Oh, I can't get enough
I'm hot, sticky sweet
From my head to my feet yeah
'Pour Some Sugar on Me' Def Leppard
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iVxiHC9AJQw
He wasn't sure what energy carried him down the stairs and to the bar. Bana had quite literally sucked him dry, although without the penetration, it felt slightly like being stuffed full of starters and still waiting for the main course. Hugh straightened his shirt and hoped he didn't look as creased as he felt as he walked down the stairs and squinted into the throng in a forlorn hope to find his missing sponsor. Nothing. Again. Sawyer was clearly a slippery bastard, a bunny covered in oil, and there was neither hide nor hair of the man visible to the eye.
What was visible to the eye was the bar, an oasis in dodgy happenings which had managed to get even dodgier in the time it had taken to get Bana undressed. Jackman had to move out of the way of a dancing couple who had eyes for no one but each other; two beautiful boys whose tight black breeches clung to their lower body and the light gleamed over sweat covered muscles. A girl dressed in an elaborate black mask and very little else danced in front of a fascinated uniformed man, the round globes of her buttocks jiggling in a particularly hypnotising way. A young man stood completely naked and entirely relaxed, his perfectly formed body painted in swirls that turned his skin into a costume, laughing with another man who was eating some type of shrimp.
Hugh's stomach perked up. Food? There was food in this place? Bar then food, which was more than likely to be free to the party goers as well. He weaved his way to the alcohol and smiled at the bartender, who thankfully had a pint all ready for him as well as ... well, it smelt like something that could strip off the paint from a wall, but Billy the bartender seemed happy enough with it so Hugh shrugged and swallowed it in one. It took a second before he felt the burn deep within him, the liquid settling in his stomach like a hot ember and refusing to go out. Fucking hell. Food was definitely going to be a good idea, especially as he hadn't eaten for God near a day. He took a mouthful of beer--which, of course, didn't count--and headed into the other room where the crowd increased. More men here than women, he noticed; velvet jackets over smart shirts and snippets of conversation here and there. The blond with the slitted eyes was here, looking slightly wary and scanning the crowd every so often as though he expected something to happen. To his side was Marton, at ease and chatting, with a glass of some dark drink that was probably liquid Naughty.
And there, so proudly there, was the table of food. Platters of solid silver sat temptingly with an array of foods, meats, breads, fish, something weird that looked like it had been hit five times with a hammer and still wasn't dead, and various other things. Hugh walked over to it in a way that made it seem he wasn't desperate to get to it, and investigated the meats. Oh god, chicken. Come to daddy.
Sighing as Sean once again scanned both parlours for sight of young Orlando, Marton set his drink aside. "The lad is fine; let him mingle at his leisure. This is a select crowd. A private party; your party." Slinging his arm companionably around his partner's shoulder, Marton steered him to the dining room.
"Let’s get some of the Dungeness crab, eh? Fresh off the boats this morning; you know you've not found a sweeter taste in all your worldly travels."
Sean smiled ruefully and reached up to tousle Marton's curls. "Aye, have been craving those beasties; why do yeh think I scheduled my return for late fall?"
As the two old friends entered the next room, Marton spied their newest member. "Ah, Mr. Jackman, let me introduce you to the guest of honor," he called out just as Hugh brought a crisply fried piece of chicken to his mouth and took a sizeable bite.
And now the trick was not to choke on chicken. Hugh cursed inwardly at the timing and chewed as quickly as he could before swallowing, his gaze moving to the still reserved blond with the tight arse. His memory provided the name to the face. Sean Bean. Another one of the owners, or at least high up enough in the rankings to be someone to keep an eye on.
Hugh smiled and held out his hand, thankful that the chicken hadn't seemed to leave anything bad on his hands. Making people greasy was one thing, but you had to really intend for it to happen.
"Hi," he greeted, "Is this party for a special occasion or did you just feel like treating yourself?"
Sean looked the newcomer up and down, tongue snaking out to flirt with the tops of his teeth. Interest glinted in his eyes as he dampened his lips before speaking.
"Mmm, a very special occasion now. Should allow Miss Marg to arrange more of these 'shin-dings', if it brings tall dark and handsome treats such as yourself 'round. Name's Sean Bean, since it appears Marton is incapable of making proper introductions." He shook Hugh's proffered hand, holding the connection a hair long.
Marton laughed, reaching to the table to pick up a large bite of crab, before dipping it in melted butter and popping it into Sean's mouth.
"Down man. Mr. Jackman is new and still feeling out whether Freeman's is for him and he for us," he purred in Sean's ear loud enough for the newcomer to hear.
"Welcome," Marton's eyes danced with lusty amusement as he wiped up the butter dripping to Sean's chin, and fed it back to his partner on a long slim finger while watching Hugh's reaction.
There had to be something in the drinks. Although he kept the majority of his composure, Hugh couldn't stop the slight widening of his eyes as he watched the head of the household hand-feed the other head of the household with buttery delights. There was only so much his surveillance could give him, and one of the little facts that had been hard to establish was exactly who with and where Marton found his pleasures.
Everyone was horny as hell and relaxed to go along with it. Going from the occasional fumbles in the night to this was more than simply freaky, but it certainly had its charms.
Hugh took his mind and shook it mentally. Jesus, he had a job to do here! And yet his mind was more than happy to completely ignore this and have a good time on free drink and free food and yard after yard of fine looking men and women who seemed keen to sample all the new meat available. After all, who was he to say no? He was under cover. Do as the locals did, and the locals certainly were welcoming.
"Oh, from what I've felt in the house it's definitely my type of place," Hugh grinned, then flushed slightly for the phrase. Okay, bad idea there. His gaze had also found itself fastened on the shining buttery fingers that were lingering near Sean's seductive mouth. Hugh swallowed, then allowed himself to relax a little more. Sod it. The worst that could happen was he could bodge everything up.
"Can I assume that you recommend the crab?" he asked innocently.
Thoughts of how Orli was fairing were far from Sean's mind as he envisioned himself sandwiched between these two large dark-haired men. Jackman's blush made his lips quirk up teasingly.
"Aye, feeling is integral to the pleasures found here. Come, feel how the taste of fresh Dungeness bursts on the tongue." Sean chose another morsel of the creamy white seafood, arching a brow in inquiry as he hovered over the pot of butter.
Marton stepped closer to Hugh, enjoying how well he was reacting to the sensual teasing. It wasn't this man's fault Sawyer had bucked the rules, and the gambler would be dealt with in good time. For now, getting a read of the handsome Australian in a relaxed party setting would tell Marton more than the usual limited access a new member received.
"For ease of eating, Cook and her helpers have shelled all the crab," Marton rumbled sexily, "Pity, as it removes the pleasure of sucking the tender flesh straight from the legs and knuckles."
Hugh's eyes were fastened tight on watching Sean's fingers on the white flesh of the crab near the buttery, slippery liquid that certainly looked more appealing as a lubricant than the usual bought or whatever substance he made do with. However, his gaze flickered up at Marton as the man spoke, Hugh offered him a lazy grin.
"Yeah? Guess you'd have to choose a really interesting plate instead," the grin lifted at the corner of his mouth. Flirting with the two owners of the house really wasn't going to hamper his task. "Although I'm sure in this house there's plenty of enjoyable sucking experiences to be had, with or without butter."
Head tossed back as he laughed heartily, Marton clapped Hugh on the shoulder. His hand remained, allowing Sean the opportunity to take liberties and pop the succulent morsel, undipped, between Hugh's lips.
"Sweeter than other crustaceans, eh? With the salty tang of the Pacific the beastie was playin' in this morning?" Sean purred huskily in Hugh's other ear.
And the crab was fucking gorgeous, just as Hugh had expected, but it wasn't the quality of the food he was focusing on any more. His tongue swirled over the crab in his mouth before he slowly began to chew.
Jackman swallowed before speaking again, remembering his manners. Now was not the time to cock up.
"Very sweet," Hugh murmured back. "Although I have to confess that I haven't really eaten much in the way of seafood. Back home, it's much more.." his grin widened slightly, "…rough and ready."
"Mmm," both owners hummed. Then Sean nudged Marton, "Speaking of rough and ready..."
Carrying a large tureen of Cook's special gumbo, Vin entered the room from the direction of the kitchen, leading a small crew of servants. Noticing Marton first, he muttered beneath his breath, "Damned if Eric's not around again when work's needed. Slipped upstairs t' bang some chippy according to Liv, probably still cuddling the man..."
Marton loudly cleared his throat to call Vin's attention to a client's-Hugh's-presence, also to further stave Vin's faux pas that the 'chippy' in question was standing at his elbow.
"Vin, you remember Mr. Jackman? Why don't you help him fill a plate, and let us worry what the staff is or isn't doing, eh?" he tempered his mild chastisement with a smile, leading Sean out greet some new arrivals to the party.
"Hey," Vin felt his cheeks heat as he greeted Hugh, a rueful smile bringing a dimple to his cheek. "Can help you satisfy one appetite now... then pick up where we left off, see what other appetites we can whet." Vin’s smile turned into a lusty smirk.
"Contrary to what your bosses think, I am able to feed myself," Hugh grinned as soon the two owners had wandered off. "We 'chippies' are remarkably able, you know."
Jackman grinned and picked up a bread roll to toy with it, watching the mountain wolf thoughtfully.
"So what did she have you do when you vanished before?" he asked, curiously. "You moved out of that room quicker than a whippet with a bum full of dynamite."
"You?" Vin's eyebrows lofted high, "Damn, you will be a bonus round here, if you can get that lummox to bend over so swiftly." Knowing Hugh's reticence in bottoming, Vin assumed he'd been the top in the encounter between the Aussies. "Damn," he said again, "Let me know next time. That's a scene I'd dearly love to see... participate in." Vin paused, licking his lips as his eyes traveled over Hugh's frame once more.
Hugh snorted.
"Didn't get him to bend over at all," he said ruefully. "And before you start raising that eyebrow again, no, I haven't been plundered either. Sodding frustrating."
He grinned at the wolf and casually draped an arm around Vin's shoulders, his mouth near the man's ear and his voice turning into a husky murmur. "'Cause, if you know of ways to get him to be a little more... forthcoming, then I'm sure you can get your hands dirty."
And god he hoped he wasn't about to get a fist on the jaw for that.
"Mmm," Vin answered, Hugh's voice and delicious words pleasantly skittering down his spine, "We'll have to put our heads together..." he paused to leer, "and see what we can scheme, er, plan to make that happen."
Young Jorge loomed in the dining room doorway, and Vin scowled ferociously until the portly client skittered to the bar and Dom's gaming table.
To Hugh, Vin shook his head, "Boy knows only two things, gambling-badly--and food. He's already napped off his overindulgence from hitting the buffet too hard. That's what I was doing earlier. Cook's threatened to gut him if she ever catches him inhaling her hard work again. Really need to get Miss Marg to arrange for one of the girls to pop his cherry, so to speak. Let him learn sex is an acceptable indulgence here, yeah?"
Hugh watched the man curiously.
"He's one of the staff?" he hazarded, unable to think of someone wanting to come to a place such as Freeman's without being comfortable about sex.
"Nah," Vin laughed, "His daddy's some Cuban bigwig, one of our more discreet members. Brought the boy round soon as he hit puberty," Vin shrugged, an indulgent smile on his face, "Daddy foots the bill, and as long as Jorge doesn't set Cook on the warpath, he's free to use the house as he wishes. Plus the house cut of the allowance he loses to Sawyer all the time doesn't hurt."
Hugh focused on the man again. Rich. Young. Naive. All the words that he really, really liked to hear, although the boy looked like he had enough troubles of his own without someone whispering in his ear. Still, it was damned tempting and his wallet was getting emptier by the day.
"Why hasn't anyone made a move on him before?" Hugh murmured back to Vin. "Especially the women. They're normally around a bloke like that immediately, buzzing around the honeypot."
"Who the hell knows the mind of a woman? Most fickle, contrary creatures, 'cept Miss Marg... and her friend, Lady Heather... both are shrewd businesswomen, but sure wouldn't want to get on either's bad side... especially the Domme." Vin shuddered, remembering the one incident when the coolly controlled Madam had lost her composure.
"The Domme?" Hugh echoed, a little taken aback. "Which is what, exactly? Who?"
"A female Dominant." At Hugh’s blank look, Vin smiled. If anything, the man's stock with Vin was elevating more. "I take it you and Sawyer didn't meet in one of his er, specialty houses? You do know our smarmy southerner likes it rough... really rough? Okay," Vin scratched at his jaw, formulating how best to explain. "A Dom, like our Naveen, is a Dominant. His clients seek his specialty in dominating them in controlled scenes, usually down in the Ruby Room, which doubles as our Virgin's room and the playroom--dungeon, some would call it--since most of the restraints and other toys are housed there. Lady Heather is a Dominatrix, and runs her own house. She and Miss Marg and Mr. Marton know each other from way back. They and Naveen will share certain clients or arrange scenes now and again in either house."
"Women do that type of thing?" Hugh was astounded. Manipulation was one thing, the careful application of the fairer sex and a soft voice in an ear that had the power of a cannon, but dungeons and playrooms--whatever they were--seemed so far from the women he was used to that he wasn't sure whether to be aroused or appalled.
"And yeah, I knew Bunny was into the rough and tumble. Made it easier really, not having to worry about accidentally bruising or something. I can do the occasional wrist binding, but it's just good old fashioned rope and a bed." And God, he hoped to get Bana into that. Nothing beat the good old fashioned target begging to be tied up. Hugh studied Vin in fascination.
"So... are you into it? What is it, a bruised arse and a sore back?" Jackman suddenly rewound the conversation. "Wait, are you saying that Marton does this too?"
Vin snorted. "Marton does everything. Have you really looked at the man? He exudes sex and carnal desire from every pore." Vin's eyebrow lofted again, and he shook a finger at Hugh.
"No, I don't need those kinds of games to get my rocks off. But yeah, having a... bunny did you say, willing to take a bit of rough, that's all gravy."
The owner of the place dabbled in everything? Hugh smiled to himself in amazement, wondering briefly whether Sean was also into random 'playing'. Most likely, based on the crab sucking.
"So what does get your rocks off?" Hugh murmured, cocking his head slightly on one side. "Or are you one of these easy going souls?"
"Oh, I'm easy going," Vin's voice lowered to a rumble, "Until fellows get the impression I'm a pushover." He crowded a little closer, voice lowering more, "Then, things can get interesting."
Hugh could understand that. It was probably hard to push over a mountain anyway.
"Danger... rockslides," he murmured. "Many people make the mistake of thinking you're a pushover?"
"Not if they know what's good for 'em." Vin rumbled, nudging Hugh back to the table so they could fill plates. "Though I will say, a countryman of yours does seem to deliberately try my patience. You on the other hand," Vin perused Hugh's form lasciviously, "seem the right sort of 'bloke' I wouldn't mind tossing a few back with... or indulging in other 'activities'."
Filling a bowl with the aromatic gumbo, Vin looked up at Hugh while licking his lips. "And besides small fuzzy 'bunnies', what gets your rocks off?" he rumbled.
Damned good question, that. Other than the days he had spent in the city, Hugh hadn't really focused on anything other than simply gaining satisfaction and ensuring it wasn't his own rear on the line. He shrugged slightly.
"Guess you could say I'm open to suggestions," he replied, then grinned. "Although straight forward and rough works better than the namby pamby messing around with flowers and the like. Not really something I'm familiar with."
Hugh resisted grabbing everything from the table and gave Vin a side glance. Fellow countryman presumably was Bana, unless they were breeding Aussies in the basement, and therefore Vin was a distinct opportunity to be used. Jackman's grin widened. If you had to do a job, you might as well enjoy it.
"So.... what were you trying to get my fellow countryman to do?" he purred. "He's just rejected my offers to plunder his more vulnerable spots. Having the same problem?"
Vin coughed, nearly choked on his spoonful of spicy shrimp and peppers. "Shit, ain't no moss growin' under your feet?" He asked in amazement when he could speak above a throaty rasp. "Sharing rooms over the carriage house, and listening to that sheep bug... er... overgrown hound dog, yapping non-stop, tends to dispel thoughts of plunderin' that fine ass of his."
Hugh chuckled and stole a slice of pepper from Vin's bowl.
"Hey, from the sound of it I'm not supposed to be here. One of Bunny's rulebreaking sessions I understand, although I suspect I'm being tolerated for the night. Might not get the opportunity again." He waved the pepper slice as though conducting the conversation, and bit it. Whatever he'd been drinking had certainly hit the spot, burning within him and making his confidence grow more and more.
"So you've never got in his pants either? I wonder who has... your boss, perhaps?"
"Not singly," Vin replied with a cryptic smirk, "You'll fit in well here, and will soon be able to avail yourself of some of the 'special' entertainments." A glance to a couple intimately connected on a dining room chair feeding each other, Vin snorted, "Well, other special entertainments Marton arranges... and participates in, shall we say.
"You keep bringing the Boss up. You have designs of working your way into his bed?"
Hugh blinked and looked at Vin with slightly wide-eyed expression.
"Well, I hadn't really thought about it. Keeping on the right side of the boss sounded a better idea," Jackman's eyebrows raised a little more. "Should I? And when you say special entertainments, what on earth does that include? A sheep, a pot of jam and a feather duster?"
Vin chuckled, "If that's what tickles your fancy, and with enough silver, sure. Don't think it's in use. Come on; easier if I show you." Vin put down his bowl, took Hugh's plate and did the same with it. Grabbing his new friend by the sleeve, Vin led him to a back stairway to the basement.
"Down here’s the Ruby Room. Along with it being the 'playroom' for private sessions (and a few public ones), there are viewing cubicles all around. Clients who don't chose to participate fully, can observe the entertainment... by themselves or with any of the staff not otherwise occupied."
The pair approached the row of cubicles and Vin escorted Hugh into the first to check if the main room was in use. Only then did he hear the faint strains of a whip being employed and caught a glimpse of Naveen stripped to the waist wielding it. Wide-eyed he remembered Sawyer was here, and was Hugh’s 'bunny' (though how anyone could think the smarmy gambler was cute and cuddly, Vin didn’t know).
"Shit…" Vin made to move Hugh back to the curtained entrance, "Private session, we need to leave," he whisper-growled.
Hugh followed in fascinated silence, noting the richness of the fabrics that seemed to drape everywhere and the vibrant colours that seemed to be both intimately soothing and violently erotic at the same time. He stared in bewilderment at a wooden bench that seemed to have more than its fair share of both padding and leather straps; his gaze moving onto what appeared to be a cross in the corner before Vin pulled him back.
"Private session?" he whispered back. God, it was like being back at school and sneaking out before the teachers worked out what was going on. Hugh tried to squint past the organic mountain that Vin represented, seeing the exotic looking man he had spied on the stairs bearing what appeared to be a vicious looking whip. Hugh's eyes widened even further. Jesus, if everyone was used to having that type of thing as casual entertainment perhaps getting Bana out was going to be riskier than he thought.
"What the fuck...?"
Moving with the speed many found surprising in such a large man, Vin clamped a hand over Hugh's mouth, and bodily removed him from the small viewing room. Not until they were halfway up the stairs did he release his grip and let Hugh's feet reconnect with the floor. All the while he was fervently praying to all that was holy that Sawyer had not been the client with Naveen.
"Private, meaning not for anyone else's-especially yours-eyes," he hissed, panting in fear of dismissal, not exertion.
Jesus, the man was strong! Hugh hadn't been given a chance to even protest before he was carried out of the way, and he hadn't been carried anywhere since he was thirteen. Panting, he stared at the mountain wolf incredulously as soon as his feet touched the floor and his mouth was free from its hand barrier.
"Sorry, I just..." Hugh waved a hand in the general direction of weirdness. "…fuck, does that happen a lot? And it's pleasurable?"
He paused and found he had another question to add to that. "And your boss does it down here?"
"Some find it pleasurable; the whips, floggers and such. As you, yourself, mentioned, a bit of rope and role-playing with a willing partner can be quite fun, yeah?" Still mostly pressed to the taller, solid Aussie, Hugh's natural musk filled Vin's senses, lowering his voice to a husky timber.
"Mr. Marton dabbles in all manner of pleasures of the flesh," breathing deeply, an almost hum rumbled from Vin's chest before he continued, "though it's the Dom who presides over the 'scening', as they call it. Most sessions are private, unless the client requests a select viewing-or participating-audience."
"A bit of rope, yeah," Jackman protested. "A fucking big whip is another matter!"
He shook his head and ran his hand through his hair, looking at the stairs. Okay, this was a little freaky. Messing around was one thing, but 'stealing' a man from under the noses of a group that regularly practised with weaponry was more than a little disconcerting.
Just meant that he had to do the task well the first time. There were no second chances in this, and therefore his 'sources' were even more important than he realised. Sources like Mount Vin. Hugh grinned awkwardly and rested his hand on Vin's chest just above his right nipple.
"So have you been in any of these audiences?" he murmured. "Or the full session?"
"Oh, I've helped set the mood upon occasion." A secretive, lusty glimmer lit Vin's eyes as he licked his lips in an unconscious emulation of one of Mr. Sean's habits. "And have played too, when the Dom has gotten the sub all compliant and open, body vibrating with the need to pleasure or be filled however one desires..."
Aroused by Hugh's masculinity, and in some small measure the riskiness of where they were, Vin stepped closer. The movement brought his well-developed pectoral fully under Hugh's fingers burning through the thin cotton of his shirt.
"So..." Hugh stayed where he was, his hand firmly resting on the wolf's chest and amused eyes surveying Vin's. "... you've always been the Big Bad, have you? Never fancied..."
His hand slid down over firm muscle and flat stomach, brushing over the damned hard crotch with a feather light touch before resting on Vin's hard thigh.
"... trying to be the sub, is it?" he finished in a purr.
"No," Vin breathed on an exhalation after the fleeting touch. "The same could be said for you, yeah?" His hands spanned narrow hips and he ground forward, trapping Hugh's hand between their powerful thighs. A matching hardness came into contact with his, and Vin purred outright. "You’re a 'Big Bad' too, not sub material. Unwilling... or just never considered the receiving end of pleasure?"
Hugh started to laugh, then suddenly remembered about the Dom with the whip and cut it off, glancing over his shoulder as carefully as any schoolboy sneaking off from lessons. He looked back and gave a casual shrug, the alcohol burning through his system giving him confidence.
"Not the way we do it over my way," he murmured back, giving a lazy grin and circling his hips lazily. "There's a pecking order for who goes on top. And I guess you could say I'm at the top of my food chain."
"Pity you’re so... unbending..." Vin gave a hip roll as well. "So we're left with clothed frottage on the stairs? Or, do we settle with a couple cold ones in the bar and find us one of the bendy-boys upstairs to share?"
Hugh managed to get his hand unpinned from the thighs and moved to caress the man through the material of his trousers, noting the sheer size of him through the haze. As his hand worked, Hugh pressed their chests closer, his breath mixing with Vin's briefly before Jackman dipped his head and licked up the wolf's neck lazily.
"And why should it be me bending for you?" he murmured. "I'm sure I could show you a damned good time, and..." the words turned into a purr as Hugh nuzzled against the heat of Vin's neck again before whispering in his ear, " ...I didn't think you were scared of anything."
Vin arched his neck for better access, "I'm sure you could, but I'd only 'bend' for one..." Shadows momentarily crossed Vin's eyes, unseen by his companion, and then he angled down to taste along Hugh's jawline. He forced away thoughts of his ex-commander, his best friend, by nipping at Hugh's earlobe.
"Scared has nothing to do with it. I may play willingly with many, but few earn my trust and access to all of me..." he rumbled in a low rasp.
Hugh felt another stab of guilt at the words which he immediately forced away. This was his job, for fuck's sake, and it wasn't as though he could simply quit if he didn't want his neck in the noose instead of Bana's.
"Yeah, I know the feeling. Never bend over for someone who doesn't know your middle name or your favourite color, eh?" Hugh groaned slightly as his earlobe was nibbled in a most sensual way that managed to make his crotch throb. "And as far as I know, no-one 'cept my mother knows my middle name... and she's dead.
"Guess we're gonna need some nice flexible kid involved then," he murmured, not entirely sure how that was going to work, but always up for a challenge. "Although no dresses, okay? I like my men as men and my women as women. Unless..."
Common sense slammed his mouth shut immediately. Getting Bana was important, but putting his own virginity up as payment was definitely getting into dodgy territory, especially as there was no guarantee getting Vin's help to persuade Bana into a 'date' was going to work.
"Unless...?" Vin prompted, delivering a sharper nip to Hugh's responsive earlobe. His hips bumped and nudged his hardness against the hand covering his groin, while he held Hugh in place with hands now cupping a finely curved rear. "Your gambler friend is quite a bendy fellow, but I'd rather not expend my energy on keepin' his snarky mouth occupied."
He stepped away, smirking when Hugh's knees nearly buckled until he locked them. "C'mon, let's find a boy and beer... working you up is thirsty work," he shot over his shoulder as he mounted the stairs. Of course, he waited until around the first bend before adjusting the extremely snug fit of his own trousers.
Hugh sagged against the wall and watched him as he went. He licked his lips as he caught his breath and tried to focus on the job. Finally, he shakily followed Vin up the stairs and headed to the bar, knowing he needed a damned big drink in him before they were going to try anything.
"Who?" he murmured in Vin's ear as they approached the bar.
"Patience, man," Vin chuckled, propping himself carefully on a stool. "Gotta reconnoiter." He signaled the servant acting as barman for beers and a shot for the pair. He nodded to where Billy and Warrick were playing some dueling piece on the piano. "The new boy's sensual and hardy enough, if the rumors are true," Vin indicated the handsome green-eyed mulatto, "but he's been through some shit, so the household is letting him chose play partners at his own pace," he finished regretfully that Warrick hadn't come sniffing his way yet.
He then pointed out various other young men who were either already playing with small groupings of clients and staff, or obviously enamored of whichever gentlemen they were sitting or playing with. "A number of boys who used to work here are back with their patrons for the party, but looks like it may take too much time and patience to steal one of 'em away."
He hoisted the beer that was set at his elbow and smacked it against Hugh's glass. "Just stay propped there looking as sexy as you are; like flies to honey, Greg or Craig will sniff out that we're in need of some relief," Vin rumbled, lust deepening his voice.
"Greg or Craig?" Hugh tried to think of the names and failed, his groin stopping all decent thoughts. "They're not the ones in dresses, are they?"
"Nah," Vin wiped beer foam off his upper lip and picked up the shot glass, "They're boys, through and through." The rum burned pleasantly in his gut after he tossed it back, adding to his arousal most enjoyably.
Hugh helped himself to a drink and gave Vin a little nudge.
"Y'know, you could strip off your shirt," he advised cheerfully, "Give them something to look at. I'm sure I can find some oil on the table."
A snorting laugh escaped Vin, and the musculature beneath his shirt rippled as he stretched with the shot glass for a refill. "Mmm, like the way you think. This is a whorehouse; oils are always readily to hand." Vin motioned to a basket on the end of the bar. "You gonna be the one to grease me up?"
Hugh laughed, beginning to seriously enjoy himself on a social level rather than just sexually.
"I was thinking of it," he agreed, stretching across the bar to grab the basket and dragging it back with him. He eyed the contents, then picked up a bottle to squint at the label.
"Well, that's just disturbing," he commented, "But it'll do. C'mon, let's get you oiled up and attracting the attentions of our little peacocks. I'm assuming these kids like to strut around, yeah?"
"Don't pick one of the flowery ones; smelling like one of the girls ain't in my plan for the evening." Vin waved idly at the bottles, one hand starting to undo his buttons. "Ruins the scent of male musk we'll soon be awash in, yeah?"
He caught a glimpse of blondish spiky locks on a tall figure and grinned broadly, "And look, there's a pea...cock... just itching to strut our way."
Greg had been enjoying the party so far, despite the fact that Nick hadn't shown up yet. It was hard not to enjoy yourself when there was good food to eat, fine wines on offer instead of the usual beer that the boys stuck to, and sexy men and women in abundant quantities to watch or play with. These parties were reasonably rare and much more interesting than the usual night's work, in Greg's opinion. While the whores were still expected to be friendly to any paying customers, the clientèle on these nights was usually of a better quality (read: more attractive) than some of the 'regulars' who kept the place ticking over. Of course, regulars like Sawyer, Viggo, Major Karl and especially Nick were perfectly attractive, but they were all the kind of men who were invited to the parties anyway.
Tonight, Greg had already entertained one of his usual callers, Mr Grissom, and left him sated and happy to watch Boone proudly introduce Orli as his new protégé (and as a virgin to boot, despite what had happened with Warrick earlier in the week!) to some of the patrons and former employees that had yet to meet the young English girl-boy.
Orli blushed prettily at the attention, looking the part completely. Greg had to smile at how easily fooled the clients could be, and as he wandered away, he could almost feel the lustful thoughts of the men who clearly thought they might get the honour of deflowering the lad.
Stopping to indulge in some of Cook's wonderful gumbo before anyone else could draw him away from the food, his eye couldn't help straying to the tall, dark and handsome man with Vin at the bar. What were they up to? Vin was unbuttoning his shirt, and if Greg wasn't mistaken, the stranger with him was searching through the selection of oils kept on the bar as if one of them was going to fuck the other right there in front of everyone, or else... Greg wasn't sure what else. Swallowing appreciatively at the duel sensations of the tasty food and the delicious sight in front of him, Greg watched with interest, dying to know what the two had planned.
In the meantime, Hugh had selected his oil and was tossing the bottle casually from hand to hand, watching Vin unbutton his shirt with a hungry, wolfish grin on his face. He might not be flowery, but the man was going to end up with more oil on him than the average basted chicken, although without the onion poked in interesting areas.
As the shirt was flopped onto the bar, Hugh poured a generous amount of oil into the palm of his hand and motioned to Vin with his head that he should turn around.
"Shove your hands on the bar and slightly bend over," he suggested cheerfully, putting both hands onto the muscle of Vin's back and beginning to smooth it onto him. "That'll get everyone's attention."
Fuck!
Greg almost choked on his food when Vin finished removing the shirt and turned to face the bar. His heart nearly leapt out of his body and his cock hardened instantly as the man he didn't know began smoothing enough oil on Vin's back to cook a chicken in.
"Jesus..." he heard whispered from somewhere nearby in the room, and Greg only just managed to tear his eyes away from the sexiest thing he'd seen all week to realise that more than half the room were focused on the same thing he was. A few other muttered comments and breathy gasps made him brave somehow, and he took a step forward before he realised that he was still holding a plate in front of him.
"Oh, Christ," Greg mumbled, looking for somewhere to put the plate hurriedly. God, he had to get closer before much longer. With any luck, he could... join in? It was entirely possible that Vin was already being paid for this, but surely if they didn't want others joining in, they wouldn't be starting things up so publicly, would they?
Surely, this wasn't something Marton would allow to progress too far in these open parlours? Greg didn't know how likely a raid was right now--he'd never experienced one here yet--but he'd heard about them happening from the other boys, and part of the reason why Freeman's had girls and gambling, so he'd been told, was in case the police showed up.
Giving one last look around the fascinated audience, who all seemed rooted to the spot, Greg vaguely wondered if Marton would suddenly appear and move this to the Ruby Room, where such activities usually took place, if it started to look too much like developing into an orgy. Although, since he seemed to be the only one actually moving, perhaps he could convince the sexy couple that the three of them should find a room without the audience. There was something about the idea of being alone with such an incredible pair and having people speculate on what they were doing that had more appeal somehow than all-out fucking in front of everyone and removing the mystery altogether.
Besides--Greg allowed a guilty stab of something to give him pause for a moment--if Nick were to walk in and Greg was naked and entwined with these men in such an open manner... his favourite client would probably turn tail and never show his face at Greg's door again.
Money Greg reminded himself. This was about earning a few extra dollars, that's all. And Nick was a client, no matter how much he cared about the man, not a lover.
Swallowing as he pushed the guilt back, Greg wiped his hands on his soft pants as he watched the stranger’s hands massaging the oil across Vin's muscular back, then began moving across the room.
Stroke. Rub. Massage. Stroke. Knead. Back to rubbing. The movements were surprisingly relaxing, and Hugh found it was far too easy to get lost in watching his own hands caress down Vin's broad, muscled back. The wolf's back gleamed in the light prettily as Hugh allowed his hands to move all over it, dipping down to the waistband before sliding up and over the hard, powerful shoulders and arms that could probably snap an iron bar in half without Vin so much as blinking.
Of course it was impossible not to press himself up against the proud rise of Vin's backside, his aching arousal straining against the material. However, with at least two layers of material between his erection and its goal, Hugh knew that Vin wasn't in the slightest danger of being kebabed. He sighed regretfully, and kneaded his thumbs into powerful muscles in the small of Vin's back again, putting his full expertise into the massage.
He caught a movement out of the corner of his eye. Jackman paused and glanced over his shoulder where a youngster was bearing down on them with an interested look in his eye. Well, either they were about to be thrown out or the bait had been taken.
"Don't suppose you have any honey to hand, do you?" he queried cheerfully, as though he wasn't doing anything more taxing than having a quiet drink. "I left my supplies at the house."
Vin was purring like a huge contented cat by the time Hugh spoke. The man had an excellent touch for massage, and Vin was seriously considering petitioning Mr. Marton about the benefits of hiring a third bouncer. The hard ridge rubbing against his backside he knew was mostly teasing on Hugh's part, and Vin bumped back, flexing his firm buttocks a few times in answering teases to his new friend.
"Honey?" he rumbled huskily, "you think slicking me up like a greased piggy at a County Faire isn't enough to attract a fly?" With Hugh's hands at his waist, Vin spun around to present him with his broad expanse of chest. He leered into Hugh's desire-filled brown eyes before peeking over his shoulder. Dimples appeared as Vin's smile widened. Young Gregory was slowly bearing down on them.
"Or you interested in dabbling in food play? Want the boy to eat and drink his fill off our bodies while we use his so deliciously?"
"Hmmm," Hugh's eyes lazily travelled down the proud, glorious chest in front of him, speaking as though the boy wasn't within earshot. "Do you think the boy's good enough to lick and suckle his food from us? Does he have a talented tongue? Can't do it without a talented tongue."
He slid his oiled hand over the smooth plane of Vin's chest and tweaked the man's nipple.
"And you need to be smeared with honey," he added. "You really do."
Vin’s eyelids fluttered when Hugh's rein-callused palms slid over his flesh and plucked at a peaked nipple. "I do? Hmm..." his eyes shifted back to Greg who was open-mouthed and still approaching with a very hungry look in his eyes.
"What d'you think Greg?" Vin leaned back, arms stretching to either side along the bar top, groin and the hard ridge trapped behind his trouser placket angled prominently. "Want to imbibe in a little snack with my friend and me?"
Clearly, the invitation was open for a third member of this little 'make everyone in the room's mouth water' session.
Greg grinned lasciviously, then swiped his tongue around hungry lips before taking a quick look around them. He certainly wasn't the only one interested, but as he had been the only one to get closer, he had right of way, in his opinion, especially since Vin had basically just invited him personally.
Swallowing, he returned his eyes to the absorbing sight, which just made his cock throb all the harder within the confines of his soft pants. He doubted many other watchers were any more flaccid though, so he wasn't the least embarrassed.
"Snack sounds good," he agreed with a slightly hoarse voice, and then clearing his throat softly, went on, eyes on the unknown man's hands as he came up beside the two, "Perhaps a private room might be more in order though... not sure how things'll go if I join in here... uh..." he gulped as Vin's nipple was pinched harshly and the man responded by bucking his hips into the man in front of him slightly.
Fuck! They might not manage to make it to a private room at this rate!
"Mr. Freeman... uh... Mr... uh..." Greg couldn't quite remember what he was trying to say as his eyes remained glued to the movement of sensuously strong hands across the finely muscled chest of his favourite bouncer.
From behind the bar, an amused Scottish accent chimed in to deliver, "I think what the boy's suggesting may be something along the lines of 'My employer may prefer it if any unscheduled visits from the constabulary did not happen upon naked men indulging in activities beyond the confines of the law in a public place'?" Billy raised eyebrows in query as Greg managed to shift his eyes at last.
"Uh, yeah, that..." Greg agreed, gulping some more and swivelling his eyes back to the compelling sight.
Billy grinned to himself more and shook his head. The boy was right, it was incredibly sexy, but from the safety of the other side of the bar, he had the advantage of not seeing everything quite so in his face and could maintain his dignity.
"Might be best to shift it away from the main parlours, Vin," he murmured somewhere near the big man's ear as he looked for their employer and failed to spot him. Billy was sure the man would have been here in no time flat had he been available; public lewdness was still an offence, not to mention the more serious charge of sodomy, and the way these boys were going, it'd only take one person stepping in that hadn't been invited and all the occupants of the house could end up explaining themselves before a judge. Billy doubted Marton wanted that, and although it was likely Vin wasn't too far gone to realise it, a gentle reminder would do no harm.
Vin sent a slightly shame-faced grin over his shoulder to Billy and nodded in agreement. "Right, send up some honey, beverages and whatever else your dirty little mind can come up with, and we'll take this up to the Diamond Room. Sounds like we're gonna get quite... messy," he finished with a leer.
He pushed off the bar, tugged Hugh forward by the belt buckle and crowded Greg, where he then took the boy's hands and placed them over their straining erections. "This is all for you... if you think you're up for it?" Vin challenged, eyeing the erection straining Greg's breeches.
"Oh yes..." Greg just about managed to breathe, his chest tightening with lust as he gauged the size of the newcomer.
My God!
Vin was big enough, but this guy... well, Greg just hoped he could handle him, that's all, as he doubted Vin would be the one bending over, and somehow this tall guy didn't come across as someone who ended up at the bottom of the pile very often. Greg might be innocent in some ways, but he had a kind of sense about which way things would go with men who used his services that was seldom wrong.
Smiling at the man, Greg gulped again and let go of both erections in order to turn and head towards the stairs, not moving too quickly, to be sure the others were still behind him. A heat at his rear told him they weren't about to lose him now they'd got him interested, and a certain sense of pride made his grin grow as he checked out the curious--and in some cases extremely jealous--looks being directed his way as the three of them headed out of the room.
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