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Joe lay back, aching all over. Zhriing-zhrin, zhriing-zhrin!
I won t get any better sticking around here. He hoisted himself to his feet. How many
times will I have to flash my badge before they ll tell me where my brothers are?
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Chapter Twenty
The twins had been assigned a room. Mom dozed curled up in a chair in the corner.
Deuce, haggard and aged, leaned against the wall beside her and stared at the sleeping,
heavily bandaged boys.
We got the bad guys, but not fast enough. TJ was in surgery still. Or again.
Deuce looked at him, and looked back at the boys. One of them whimpered.
Mom sat up groggily. Deuce put a hand on her shoulder, and she leaned her head
against his leg. For better or for worse, they belonged together. Had belonged together all
these years, really.
How many times did I wish the other Deuce didn t exist, so we could be normal?
An ugly tin-colored cane leaned against the wall by the bathroom door. Joe pushed
open the door and walked into a fogbank of steam. Bri perched on the stool, wrapped in a
towel, carefully drying between his toes. The towels glowed white against his cappuccino
skin.
The zhring-zhrin hum ended abruptly, the relief as strong as walking from blasting
sunlight to deep, cool shade.
Dark eyes fixed on Joe s thickly bandaged arm. Bri bit his lip, and those black-coffee
eyes came up to meet Joe s. Was the cleaning bad?
Joe pitched his voice at the same barely audible level. Not as bad as listening to them
work on the boys.
Yeah. A pale line traced his lips. I don t know how people can work around that
level of pain day after day.
Go ahead and get dressed. We ll go out and find a burger or something.
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Sounds good. We ll need to bring something back here. The boys will need more than
twice what the hospital wants to feed them.
Because they re not human. But they re my brothers. As much as they ever were. They
haven t changed. Just what I know about them has changed. They re the same people I swore
I d take care of.
Bri wobbled, pulling on his mud-streaked shorts, and Joe automatically steadied him.
Bri leaned against him, head to stomach, and shivered.
Low Joe woke up, shoving urgently to get past his pocket to full-up.
Bri nuzzled in, wrapping arms about him, nipping lightly through his pants. Yknow
what, Joe?
Joe clapped a hand over his mouth before he could say anything lethally embarrassing.
Then stood there, stunned, every class he d ever taken on domestic violence and what
constitutes battery jangling in his head.
He d crossed a line. Saying I m sorry wasn t enough. What was enough? The classes
never covered that. Cops weren t there to monitor recovery, only to step in when lines got
crossed.
A startlingly strong hand pinched his fingertips, peeled his hand back. Bri licked his
palm, and grinned up at him. Dark eyes sparkled with mischief.
Low Joe reached for him. Joe followed, grinning like any fool.
A voice came through the door. Your mother needs you to pick up a few things for
her, too. Lady stuff.
Shit. Lady stuff. Low Joe gave in as suddenly as he d jumped up. Embarrassment isn t
actually lethal, he reminded himself. And it s not like I have to buy that kind of stuff all the
time.
Yet. How long is it before I have to buy lady stuff for Kellie?
Kellie& Is living openly in a homosexual relationship grounds to lose child custody in
this state?
What if Kellie hates Brian as much as I hated the Deuces?
Don t make me have to choose between Brian and Kellie.
* * * * *
At the drugstore, Brian found Joe staring blankly at a familiar display of lubricants,
lotions, gels, pregnancy tests, and rubbers.
What do you want?
Joe flinched.
Brian couldn t help smiling. Try a more basic question. What do you want it to do?
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I -- Joe s voice was hoarse. He swallowed. I want it to feel good to you, keep you
from getting sore, or& or anything.
Oh, man. Yeah, a chapped ass in round one tends to put a damper on round two. And
the way you go at it, we need something nice and thick. Let me pick out two or three kinds
and we can test them to see what you like best.
I ll like anything that keeps you close to me. Joe swallowed again. The closer the
better.
Brian saw movement in the corner of his eye. The cashier at the pharmacy-area
checkout counter. A heavy young woman with all the right curves and bright purple hair.
Blushing. Blushing and bug-eyed. He made a kissy-face at her, and her mouth fell open.
He picked out a couple of silicone-based lubes and turned to drop them directly on the
checkout counter.
The cashier fumbled at the packages and bottles, but finally found her stride. When she
got to the lady stuff, however, she again hesitated.
Bri lowered his voice. Please be careful, ma am. None of us can afford to make a
mistake when the Big Man s on the rag.
She gaped at them, eyes dazed and uncomprehending. Her hand hovered in midair,
holding the Easter egg colored package of lady stuff.
Joe crowded up behind him, cock nudging his lower back. Step it up a bit, miss. If you
would, please. I only have him for two hours, then Big Harry wants him back.
You only act out like this because we re miles from home, right? Is it hard being good-
buddy Joe, hey-Joe, to thousands of people?
Should I just stand here and blush? Hell, no. Brian planted his hands on the counter so
he could stand on his toes to thrust his butt against the base of that cock.
The cashier dropped the package. She picked it up hastily, clumsily, and hit the button
for a total.
Outside, Joe whistled at a cab, and three immediately stopped. Joe yanked open a door
and hustled Brian in. Motel, he growled. Now.
Cheap or plush?
Close by, Joe snarled, then added, Clean.
Sure thing, buddy!
Brian had never seen a hotel check-in go that fast. In minutes he was skirting the king-
sized bed to reach the AC. He turned, and pulled his shirt off over his head. The skin on his
back puckered with the AC s first cold breath.
Joe hesitated between dresser and bed, set the shopping bag on the dresser, and cleared
his throat. Look. We have lots of things to settle out. He looked frustrated. Desperate.
Vulnerable in a way that didn t suit him. I don t know how to say this.
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Brian kicked off his shoes, then his shorts. Shut up and fuck me.
Joe scowled. Not everything can get settled with a round of suck-and-fuck.
Sure it can. The AC would carry his pheromones, but maybe he needed to be closer
for a human to notice. He drifted closer. Smell me, Joe. Humans talk about fight or flight as if
that s the whole story. But whichever one you do, you got to fuck afterward to burn that
tension out of you. Otherwise the memories encyst in your soul, getting harder and bigger
until they kill you.
Brian, will you listen? We are both employees of the city, and -- Brian grabbed his
jeans fly. Hey! Cut it out!
No fucking way will I cut it out. Brian fought off Joe s warding hands long enough to
flip the brass button out of its tight slit. Then he dug for the zipper tab, but Joe clapped a
shielding hand over it and Brian couldn t push the hand out of his way. He gave up on the
zipper to squeeze the hard shaft beneath. Ah ooh gah!
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Joe lay back, aching all over. Zhriing-zhrin, zhriing-zhrin!
I won t get any better sticking around here. He hoisted himself to his feet. How many
times will I have to flash my badge before they ll tell me where my brothers are?
The Huntsmen: Bareback 161
Chapter Twenty
The twins had been assigned a room. Mom dozed curled up in a chair in the corner.
Deuce, haggard and aged, leaned against the wall beside her and stared at the sleeping,
heavily bandaged boys.
We got the bad guys, but not fast enough. TJ was in surgery still. Or again.
Deuce looked at him, and looked back at the boys. One of them whimpered.
Mom sat up groggily. Deuce put a hand on her shoulder, and she leaned her head
against his leg. For better or for worse, they belonged together. Had belonged together all
these years, really.
How many times did I wish the other Deuce didn t exist, so we could be normal?
An ugly tin-colored cane leaned against the wall by the bathroom door. Joe pushed
open the door and walked into a fogbank of steam. Bri perched on the stool, wrapped in a
towel, carefully drying between his toes. The towels glowed white against his cappuccino
skin.
The zhring-zhrin hum ended abruptly, the relief as strong as walking from blasting
sunlight to deep, cool shade.
Dark eyes fixed on Joe s thickly bandaged arm. Bri bit his lip, and those black-coffee
eyes came up to meet Joe s. Was the cleaning bad?
Joe pitched his voice at the same barely audible level. Not as bad as listening to them
work on the boys.
Yeah. A pale line traced his lips. I don t know how people can work around that
level of pain day after day.
Go ahead and get dressed. We ll go out and find a burger or something.
162 Amber Green
Sounds good. We ll need to bring something back here. The boys will need more than
twice what the hospital wants to feed them.
Because they re not human. But they re my brothers. As much as they ever were. They
haven t changed. Just what I know about them has changed. They re the same people I swore
I d take care of.
Bri wobbled, pulling on his mud-streaked shorts, and Joe automatically steadied him.
Bri leaned against him, head to stomach, and shivered.
Low Joe woke up, shoving urgently to get past his pocket to full-up.
Bri nuzzled in, wrapping arms about him, nipping lightly through his pants. Yknow
what, Joe?
Joe clapped a hand over his mouth before he could say anything lethally embarrassing.
Then stood there, stunned, every class he d ever taken on domestic violence and what
constitutes battery jangling in his head.
He d crossed a line. Saying I m sorry wasn t enough. What was enough? The classes
never covered that. Cops weren t there to monitor recovery, only to step in when lines got
crossed.
A startlingly strong hand pinched his fingertips, peeled his hand back. Bri licked his
palm, and grinned up at him. Dark eyes sparkled with mischief.
Low Joe reached for him. Joe followed, grinning like any fool.
A voice came through the door. Your mother needs you to pick up a few things for
her, too. Lady stuff.
Shit. Lady stuff. Low Joe gave in as suddenly as he d jumped up. Embarrassment isn t
actually lethal, he reminded himself. And it s not like I have to buy that kind of stuff all the
time.
Yet. How long is it before I have to buy lady stuff for Kellie?
Kellie& Is living openly in a homosexual relationship grounds to lose child custody in
this state?
What if Kellie hates Brian as much as I hated the Deuces?
Don t make me have to choose between Brian and Kellie.
* * * * *
At the drugstore, Brian found Joe staring blankly at a familiar display of lubricants,
lotions, gels, pregnancy tests, and rubbers.
What do you want?
Joe flinched.
Brian couldn t help smiling. Try a more basic question. What do you want it to do?
The Huntsmen: Bareback 163
I -- Joe s voice was hoarse. He swallowed. I want it to feel good to you, keep you
from getting sore, or& or anything.
Oh, man. Yeah, a chapped ass in round one tends to put a damper on round two. And
the way you go at it, we need something nice and thick. Let me pick out two or three kinds
and we can test them to see what you like best.
I ll like anything that keeps you close to me. Joe swallowed again. The closer the
better.
Brian saw movement in the corner of his eye. The cashier at the pharmacy-area
checkout counter. A heavy young woman with all the right curves and bright purple hair.
Blushing. Blushing and bug-eyed. He made a kissy-face at her, and her mouth fell open.
He picked out a couple of silicone-based lubes and turned to drop them directly on the
checkout counter.
The cashier fumbled at the packages and bottles, but finally found her stride. When she
got to the lady stuff, however, she again hesitated.
Bri lowered his voice. Please be careful, ma am. None of us can afford to make a
mistake when the Big Man s on the rag.
She gaped at them, eyes dazed and uncomprehending. Her hand hovered in midair,
holding the Easter egg colored package of lady stuff.
Joe crowded up behind him, cock nudging his lower back. Step it up a bit, miss. If you
would, please. I only have him for two hours, then Big Harry wants him back.
You only act out like this because we re miles from home, right? Is it hard being good-
buddy Joe, hey-Joe, to thousands of people?
Should I just stand here and blush? Hell, no. Brian planted his hands on the counter so
he could stand on his toes to thrust his butt against the base of that cock.
The cashier dropped the package. She picked it up hastily, clumsily, and hit the button
for a total.
Outside, Joe whistled at a cab, and three immediately stopped. Joe yanked open a door
and hustled Brian in. Motel, he growled. Now.
Cheap or plush?
Close by, Joe snarled, then added, Clean.
Sure thing, buddy!
Brian had never seen a hotel check-in go that fast. In minutes he was skirting the king-
sized bed to reach the AC. He turned, and pulled his shirt off over his head. The skin on his
back puckered with the AC s first cold breath.
Joe hesitated between dresser and bed, set the shopping bag on the dresser, and cleared
his throat. Look. We have lots of things to settle out. He looked frustrated. Desperate.
Vulnerable in a way that didn t suit him. I don t know how to say this.
164 Amber Green
Brian kicked off his shoes, then his shorts. Shut up and fuck me.
Joe scowled. Not everything can get settled with a round of suck-and-fuck.
Sure it can. The AC would carry his pheromones, but maybe he needed to be closer
for a human to notice. He drifted closer. Smell me, Joe. Humans talk about fight or flight as if
that s the whole story. But whichever one you do, you got to fuck afterward to burn that
tension out of you. Otherwise the memories encyst in your soul, getting harder and bigger
until they kill you.
Brian, will you listen? We are both employees of the city, and -- Brian grabbed his
jeans fly. Hey! Cut it out!
No fucking way will I cut it out. Brian fought off Joe s warding hands long enough to
flip the brass button out of its tight slit. Then he dug for the zipper tab, but Joe clapped a
shielding hand over it and Brian couldn t push the hand out of his way. He gave up on the
zipper to squeeze the hard shaft beneath. Ah ooh gah!
Then he let Joe push his hands away. He turned slightly, so he wouldn t smell Joe s [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]