Men of London 02 - Sight and Sinners (13 page)

Taylor reached up and pulled off his shirt in one sexy move, revealing a torso that was almost hairless, just a faint dark treasure trail down to the a groin that definitely was ready for action from the tenting of the sweatpants.

Draven’s eyes followed him as he stood up above him, on the bed, and slid his pants down his legs. Taylor stepped out of them and gave them a careless kick with his foot. The pants landed in a puddle on the floor. Draven lost his breath at the sight of so much male magnificence standing above him, that beautiful purple cock that thrust proudly from wiry black curls. Heavy balls hung below his groin, and Taylor gave a wicked grin and shimmied his hips, causing both cock and balls to move decadently. Draven’s mouth watered at the sight.

He reached over and gripped Taylor, pulling him forward. Taylor gave a breathy sigh and fell to his knees. All that beauty and sexiness got closer and Draven wanted to taste it so badly. He shuffled up the bed backward, toward the wall, and pulled Taylor’s hips toward him. Taylor’s pupils were blown, his chest heaving, lips pouty and wet and Draven leaned forward and engulfed that beautiful prick in his mouth, wrapping his tongue around it, licking and sucking and hearing Taylor’s grunts and moans as he paid undivided attention to that swollen part of him that needed release. Draven loved feasting on cock, loved the slickness and heat in his mouth, the taste of it, the burn at the back of his throat when he deep throated.

Taylor moaned in displeasure when Draven released him.

“God, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” His voice was ragged, his body almost vibrating with need.

Draven smiled wolfishly. “Don’t worry. I have no intention of stopping. Just needed some air before I tell you to fuck my mouth.”

Taylor gasped, eyes widening and Draven pulled him even closer. “Let me see you lose it. Then you can ride me, because, honey, I think that would be the most beautiful sight in the world. You riding my cock.”

Taylor groaned and rammed his dick into Draven’s mouth. Draven held Taylor’s eyes as it disappeared deep inside his willing lips. Taylor’s eyes were mirrors of hazy ecstasy as he pumped in and out of Draven’s needy mouth, his movements getting more erratic as he gasped and moaned his way to orgasm. Draven alternated between closing his eyes to appreciate what he had in his mouth to opening them to see Taylor above him, looking down with those dark eyes and wet lips. For a minute, Draven didn’t think he’d make it long enough to have that ride he was promised. He gripped the base of his cock with one hand, willing it not to explode before he was inside Taylor.

His other hand slid between Taylor’s firm cheeks, as he sought the opening he wanted. Taylor moaned as Draven slid a finger inside, slick with his own fluids. He had the lube ready but for now, he thought this was all that was needed to open Taylor up.

“Oh, God, that’s it, just fuck me with your fingers,” Taylor whimpered. “So damn good.”

It took a while but finally there was a rhythm, Taylor pushing into his mouth while Draven fucked his arse as he pushed away and out. It wasn’t perfect but it didn’t matter. Draven now had three fingers in Taylor’s hole as he impaled himself with each thrust backward.

Taylor gave a grunt, then a loud cry and his cock swelled in Draven’s mouth as warm come flooded his tongue, slid down his throat and Taylor pressed hands against the wall for support as he slowly stopped thrusting. For a while, there was only the sound of Taylor panting, and Draven’s lip smacking as he relished Taylor’s essence. Draven was quite content to lie there, one hand on Taylor’s hips, the other still tightly gripping his engorged cock.

Taylor leaned down and kissed him, mouth still hungry and Draven knew the best was still to come.

“Get yourself ready for me,” he whispered. “I want to see you do it.”

Taylor nodded and reached over him. There was the sound of a drawer opening, some activity and then Draven watched while Taylor opened the lube and spread it on his fingers. Then he nearly came as Taylor reached around himself and with a wicked smile, he began to prep his hole for Draven.

“I don’t think I need much,” he murmured. “You seem to have made quite a good job of doing it while I was otherwise engaged.”

He threw the tube down and opened the condom, rolling it out on Draven’s cock, grinning as his fingers slyly caressed the tip and the sides as he did so.

“Taylor, can it,” Draven growled, trying hard to keep himself from flying into orbit. “Just get on.”

“Say please,” Taylor whispered as he positioned himself above Draven with a smirk.

“Please, baby.”

Taylor moaned softly as he lowered himself down and when Draven found his needy cock enmeshed in the tight, hot embrace of Taylor’s body, he wanted to howl like a wolf. The sight of this beautiful, coffee-coloured man with the wild eyes and even wilder hair riding him like a mustang was enough to make him wonder how he’d ever survived without it. The feeling of his cock being slickly and expertly manipulated inside Taylor and the soft, panting of the man driving him out of his mind were like nirvana. He never wanted it to end.

Emotions swelled in his chest as Taylor smiled down at him, already semi-hard again and Draven reached over and gripped Taylor’s cock as he performed the most graceful and erotic ballet on Draven that he’d ever experienced.

Time was not something to be measured now, but rather luxuriated in, embraced and absorbed like the treasure it was, each minute special, unique and each essence and smell something to be revelled in. Draven came inside Taylor with an explosion of desire, affection and passion, his body a slave to the man who held it in his thrall and who was slowly doing the same to his heart.

Taylor climaxed again too, hot streams of semen streaming across Draven’s stomach and chest as finally, the performance was over and the actors took their bows off each other.

They lay together afterwards, limbs entwined, both wet and sweaty with the smell of sex. Taylor’s hands gently strayed across Draven’s chest, fingers gentle and soothing. He felt as if he’d been dipped in a vat of thick honey, his arms and legs barely moving and the taste in his mouth of both Taylor and his kisses sweet and sticky.

“Do you believe me when I told you I don’t just see you as a bit of fun?” Taylor nibbled at Draven’s nipple, causing him to shiver in delight.

“So wasn’t what we did here tonight fun then?” Draven smiled as Taylor huffed in exasperation.

“You know what I mean. Don’t be bloody obtuse.”

“Big word, small fry,” Draven chuckled as Taylor pinched the skin at his waist. “Ouch. Yes, I think I believe you. I still can’t believe we’ve gone from disliking each other to having mad passionate sex nearly every night.”

“Believe it,” Taylor whispered as his hands drifted lower toward Draven’s groin. “And from the feel of it, you’re ready to go again…”

Draven shook his head and stayed Taylor’s wandering hands. Much as he wanted to make love again, he wanted to hear about Taylor’s visions more.

“Oh no, you don’t. We said we were going to talk and then you ravaged me. So now we get to have that conversation.”

Taylor pouted and Draven was smitten all over again. The man was adorable.

“Fine.” He sat up, covers falling from his waist, and sat cross-legged on the bed, splendid in his nakedness. He was so relaxed about his body. Draven sat up, making sure his nether regions were hidden from Taylor’s prying eyes and squinted as Taylor leaned over to light a cigarette taken from a pack in the bedside drawer.

Draven sighed heavily. “So stereotypical. Smoking after sex? Really?”

Taylor shrugged as he took a deep drag and made sure to blow the smoke away from Draven. “So sue me. If I have to tell this damn story, I need a cigarette.” He narrowed his eyes. “But this is an ‘I’ll tell you mine, you tell me yours’ situation. Afterward, I want to hear about your family and what makes you want to protect them.”

He raised an eyebrow as Draven visibly squirmed at that statement. “There’s no negotiation. Either you let me into your private life just a little…hell, you know enough about mine…or I stay
schtum
about what I saw in my vision.”

Draven could see Taylor wouldn’t be dissuaded. And it would be good to share something about Jude with someone who wasn’t a doctor, a nurse or a pro-lifer.

“Agreed. You first.”

The tip of the cigarette glowed red in the light of the room as Taylor took a drag. “I felt him in that room he died in. Drew was sitting at the desk. He was crying.”

Draven felt a chill. The suicide note had shown traces of salt and other chemicals associated with tears but that was something Taylor wouldn’t have known. However it was a pretty reasonable assumption to make. The man
had
killed himself for God’s sake.

“He was writing the note and the tears were falling on it. He had to keep wiping them away so he could keep writing. It’s why there were smudges in the ink. I noticed it when I read the note. Some parts were blurred.” Taylor’s voice was distant. Draven thought it was hard to believe that only half an hour ago they’d been in the throes of sexual passion. “It isn’t all that clear; I’ve filled in some of the gaps myself. But they feel right. For whatever reason, I saw more than I usually do this time. It was more…like a jerky black-and-white film, with missing scenes. That hasn’t happened before.”

He took a deep breath. “He had a note with him, some typewritten thing. I couldn’t see it, but he kept saying, ‘Why would anyone do this? Who cares if I’m seeing men that they would do this to me?’ He wrote the note, saying he was sorry, but it was better this way than destroying his family any more. Then he burnt the other note in the dustbin. He took the gun out of the drawer. He kept in the right-hand side. He was right handed, so I guess that made sense.”

Taylor went quiet and Draven thought he’d gone to sleep or into one of his fugues. He leaned forward to check and started when Taylor started speaking again. “He toyed with the gun a while, looking at it, smelling it, as if he wanted to remember what it felt like. He was so unhappy, so tormented. Whatever it was, he felt the only way out was dying. I can’t imagine how desperate he must have been.”

Draven leaned forward and touched a hand to Taylor’s cheek.

Taylor’s voice was taut. “He said goodbye to everyone he loved, then he just raised the gun and shot himself.” Taylor shivered, a full-body shudder, and Draven pulled him into his arms.

Taylor’s voice was muffled as he pressed his face into Draven’s shoulder. “But someone was with him just before he pulled the trigger. A woman.”

Draven went still. “There was no one with him when he died, according to the family. He was alone. His wife says she got home a little while later and found the body.”

Taylor sat up. “There was someone there, I saw and heard her. She shouted out ‘No, Drew, no’ just as he shot himself. She sounded …panicked, so damned shocked. Then everything went black. I think it was his wife, but I only saw the back of her.”

Draven sat back, feeling bone tired. “You didn’t get a chance to read the note before you went all
Red Lights
on me. He basically said that he’d brought shame upon his family by being with men and he didn’t want them to suffer. So he thought the best thing was to take himself out of the equation.”

“He killed himself because someone found about his bisexuality?” Taylor’s hands waved in the air. “That’s no damn reason; he could have talked about to his wife, his family, not killed himself.”

“There was more.” Draven knew this was inevitable but he still dreaded the fallout it would cause with Taylor. “Someone had videos of him fucking other men. Not just that, there was other stuff as well, more kinky shit. It was all over the internet. They threatened to make it public if he didn’t pay up. It all seemed to take place at some club called Dive Bomb out in Sussex somewhere.”

Taylor’s body went still. “He asked me to go there with him once,” he said quietly. “I looked it up and didn’t quite fancy the whole scene. A little much for me. I declined. Just as well or I’d be all over the internet too, wouldn’t I?” He giggled slightly hysterically and Draven held him tighter. “I have to ask, was there anything you saw where he was fucking me or the other way around?”

Draven kissed Taylor’s raven curls. “No. Don’t you think I would have told you that fact first? There was nothing involving you. I’m glad you didn’t go to that BDSM club though. You’d definitely be in the film, the latest porn star to hit the news. And I only want you to be my porn star. No one else’s.”

They were both silent, thinking about the cruelty of someone driving a decent man to kill himself. Draven had a story to finish.

“So he told his family about it all, the whole truth and then shot himself. He decided it was the only way for his family to move on. He knew it might go public afterward anyway; they might do it out of spite for not giving over the money. He thought with him dead the scandal would die a quicker death. He was CEO of a huge multinational company after all, worth millions. He even left instructions in his will for a new CEO and Management Board to run the company in his absence.”

“And now we have a mystery on our hands,” Taylor said softly. “And I only hope I’m going to be able to help you figure it out. This gift I have…it’s not an exact science, you know, but it’s all we seem to have.”