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“What’s
the asking price?” Calmer now that he had Will under control, he tried to think
what a building this size would sell for in the current economy.

“Seven
million. It’s been recently renovated and the business is good,” Levi said,
sounding a little breathless this time.

“We
can probably talk them down a couple of million. I’ll look into it in the
morning.” Jude gripped Will tight and matched his stroke, he wrapped his free
arm around the man’s back and pulled him closer to whisper, “You’re dripping
for me.”

Will
did that sexy laugh against his neck and licked him. “I love a man who talks
business while getting his cock jacked. Turns me on.”

“Just
how many cocks have you jacked?” Jude spread his legs wider and pressed against
Will’s crotch he needed to feel more than just his hand. Will seemed to
understand. He pulled Jude to his feet and walked him backward toward the
curtains past the bar.

“Two,
counting my own and the one in my hand.” Will answered when they were in the
dark of the corridor leading back stage. “And that made me horny as fuck.”

“Wind
blowing on you just right makes you horny.” Jude let him push him into a dark
empty room. With a flick of Will’s hand, the dark room flooded with light. He
flinched at the bright after the dark, and upon discovering the room was filled
with mirrors, flinched again at the multiple visuals of the two of them
practically crawling all over each other. “Fuck.”

“That’s
the plan. Right now.” Jude couldn’t stop staring at the two of them in the
mirrors, the way Will’s face looked, his own. God, he had a “fuck me” face
going on. Will looked determined and… sexy as fuck. Tanned hands skimmed Jude’s
shoulder pushing his shirt down his arms. Seeing Will’s darker skin on Jude’s
pale arms made Jude’s knees turn to jelly. “You are fucking hot, Jude. I don’t
know what it is about you. But—”

“But
nothing, Will.” Jude just wanted his hands on him, he didn’t need the sweet
talk. “If you’re going to fuck me, get on with it.”

“I
like that. I have you completely at my mercy and you’re giving orders.” Will
pushed him onto a bar stool that sat in front of a long built-in vanity under
hot lights. The ceiling-to-floor mirrors encompassing the rest of the room were
relieved in this spot by the bar. Makeup and other tools of the stripper trade
littered vanity. “I bet there are condoms in here somewhere.”

“Didn’t
you come prepared? I mean so many bimbos, so little time, am I right?” Jude
leaned back against the vanity and hooked his feet on the lower rungs of the
stool allowing Will room between his legs. Will leaned over him, one hand on
the vanity for balance and one wrapped around Jude’s dick.

“Not
tonight. Not lately at all. Fuck, Jude, I let you in my head. Now I have to get
you out.” Will smiled down at him, his mouth hovering just above Jude’s.

“Is
that what this is? Some kind of mind game? And you think if you fuck me it’ll
go away?” Jude thrust into Will’s hand, his brain trying desperately to make
sense of it all. Maybe Will had a point. Maybe it really was all just a mind
fuck. “If you get it out of your system you’ll leave me alone?”

“Do
you want me to leave you alone?” Will pulled his hand out of Jude’s boxers.
Jude whimpered at the loss of his touch. Will’s eyes clouded over… was that
disappointment Jude saw there? “I won’t pressure you, Jude. If you want me to
leave you alone, just say so. I just thought you were… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean
to—“

Jude
reached for Will’s tie and pulled him lower until their mouths were almost
touching. “I want you to fuck me,
Weelyum
.”
He dragged the man’s name out in that way he knew turned the man to putty.

“There’s
my sweet country boy,” Will whispered, leaning in for what Jude thought would
be a kiss. Jude turned his head at the first swipe of lips.

“I’m
not sweet and I’m not a country boy,” Jude whispered back. “Find a condom. And
some lube or something because you aren’t fucking me dry.”

Will
reached past him to open a drawer in the vanity, but then he rummaged through
and closed it in disgust. The one on the other side of Jude rendered supplies
that Will slapped into Jude’s hand.

“Such
tender words get me going every time.” Will pulled him off the stool and
twirled him to face the mirror. “Buckle up, Brody, I’m
gonna
pop your sweet cherry.”

Jude
held the little bottle of lube in one hand and the condom in the other. Will
pushed him forward onto the vanity, and Jude lost the condom from his hand as
he grabbed the vanity to hold himself up. Will looked over him into the mirror,
one of his big hand on the back of Jude’s neck holding him down. Fear tore
through Jude in that moment, fear of Will and the unknown and… “I’m not sure
I’m drunk enough for this,” Jude said, not because he meant it, but because he
wanted the moment when Will was going to walk away back.

“I
won’t hurt you, Jude, I’ll stop when you tell me to stop.” Will dragged his
hand down Jude’s spine to his pants and tugged until they were around Jude’s
knees. He slapped Jude’s ass before pressing his dick into Jude. The look of
arousal on the man’s face as he humped into Jude did more to ease his fear than
Will’s words that were intended to be reassuring.

“We’ll
do it the way we did that one time. I won’t actually fuck you if you don’t want
me to.”

Jude
remembered that night. This one was so much like then. The bathroom counter.
The mirror, Will’s dick sliding between his legs mimicking sex, over his balls,
his asshole. God, he’d wanted to… He leaned over farther, pushing his ass back
so that the dripping head of Will’s dick could slide against his hole this
time. “Your pants are in the way.”

Will
froze, his eyes going round… “Yeah, I guess they are.” He stepped back and
shimmied until his pants were down far enough to free his dick. “Can I take
your shirt off? It’s in my way.”

“That
would be for… yeah, go ahead…” he had no more smart replies. Nothing to do now
but wait. He finished unbuttoning his shirt and helped Will pull it off each
arm.

“Stand
up,” Will commanded, his voice shaking. He held Jude’s
gaze
in the mirror as he stripped his own shirt off and dropped it on top of Jude’s.
Jude didn’t ask why, he instead spread his feet far enough for Will to come in
close and stood up. Will wrapped his arms around him and leaned over his
shoulder. “I meant it when I said you’re hot, Jude. You are a really good
looking man.”

“So
I’m told. Usually followed by ‘for Levi Brody’s brother.’” He closed his eyes
before he saw the truth. He was always coming in second to Levi. Why should
this time be different?

He
leaned back against the hot, hard body and let Will stroke him from shoulders
to dick and everywhere in between while he slid his dick between Jude’s ass
cheeks. “Spread me wide and slick some lube on your dick.” He wanted to feel
him thrust against his balls, the heat and pressure from that night fresh in
his memory. Will opened his hand when Jude held up the little bottle. “This way
we won’t need the condom.”

 
“Yeah,” Will said his breath growing rougher
by the second. Jude could feel the cool touch of the lube followed by the hot
stroke of Will’s dick as he changed angles. “You smell so good, Jude. I just
want to make you feel good, babe.”

“This
feels good.” He opened his eyes to watch as Will’s slick dick peeked out from
between his legs. “Oh fuck, Slayer, it feels so fucking good.”

“Lean
over, and open a little wider,” Will whispered against his neck, but he was
already guiding Jude’s body. He adjusted his feet as wide as his pants would
allow and leaned his elbows onto the vanity. He could see more of Will’s tanned
body, and the abs rippling along his stomach. He opened the little bottle of
lube again and dribbled some of the clear liquid onto his fingertips. “Just
relax, okay?”

Jude
didn’t ask what Will was going to do, he knew. The first touch of Will’s finger
over his hole made him gasp for air. He closed his eyes and took a breath,
telling himself it was just a finger. He could handle a finger. “Yeah.”

The
first invasion wasn’t so bad. He opened his eyes to find Will watching him.
“Did that hurt?”

“No.”
He locked his gaze with Will’s and pushed back, slowly feeling the muscles open
as Will went deeper.

“That’s
good.” Will held perfectly still, his dick still between Jude’s legs, and
concentrated on stroking Jude from inside. “I’m going to add a second finger
now.”

Jude
tried not to clench up. One of Will’s fingers was already big enough, a second…
he didn’t know if he could take a second. “Or not. You look terrified, are you
sure I’m not hurting you?” Will asked as he slicked the one finger inside him,
pushing deeper with each stroke until

Jude’s
knees threatened to give out.

“I’m
not… how did you take me?” Jude given Will none of this the night Will had come
to him for relief, no words to make it easier and Will hadn’t said anything.

“I
was too damned horny to care,” Will replied. “It was all intense. Every touch.
Every breath. There was some pain, but I can handle pain, babe, I’m a big boy.”
Will touched something inside him that triggered an electric shot straight up Jude’s
dick. “There it is. God, Brody, you have the best sex face.”

“Fuck
you,” Jude groaned as he dropped his forehead onto the vanity. His dick pulsed
in a way he’d never felt before. Will just laughed and thrust his goddamned
dick hard between Jude’s legs, and at the same time he pegged that spot deep
inside him again. “Oh fuck. Fuck. Slayer.”

“You
call me ‘Slayer’ when you lose control. You won’t call me that when you’re being
Jude Brody, Esquire. Why is that?” Will leaned over him, one hand on the
surface beside Jude’s arm, the other behind him finger fucking him.

“I
don’t know… what are you doing to me?” Jude couldn’t take the torture he had to
have more. He rocked his hips over Will’s dick forcing him into a faster
rhythm, one that would get them both off quicker. The move might have worked if
it hadn’t pushed Will off balance. He reached around Jude to steady himself and
dropped his head to rest between Jude’s shoulder blades. “Feels so fucking
good, Slayer, don’t stop.” He rocked back trying to meld Will’s body to his.
Will pushed forward. Heat filled him, stretching him wide, unlike his finger
this was blunt and smooth. And he wanted it deep inside him.

“Don’t
move!” Will grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled, hard. “Don’t fucking
move.” His breath was harsh, his body tense. Jude stood still, his gaze locked
with Will’s in the mirror. “Fuck, Jude. Just—don’t move or I will fucking cum
inside you right now.”

Jude
could feel the tip of Slayer’s dick inside him, the blunt end throbbing as if
it were alive. Will’s eyes rolled, his chest heaved. It was like watching a
wild animal try to control his very instincts, the same instincts that Jude
tried so hard to ignore. God, he wanted to move, not away, but… he dragged in a
deep breath, and arching his back, he pushed back. Not much, but enough to make
that breath burn in his chest. “Please,” he panted the word. The only word he
could think of at that moment. He needed to feel… something. He wanted to hurt.
He wanted… “More.”

Will
looked as if he’d been given the keys to some mythical kingdom… or was about to
be led to his own execution. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah…
just slow okay? Just go slow.” Jude gripped the vanity and the little bottle of
lube… and the condom. He lay his forehead on the smooth surface and attempted
to do for himself what Will was too stunned to do…impale himself on a burning
hot poker. “Fuck!”

“Don’t
tease me, Jude.” Will gripped his hips with fingers that were rough and strong.
Jude winced as he squeezed.

“Does
this look like I’m teasing you? You said you wanted to fuck me. So…fuck me,” Jude
exclaimed, lashing out in frustration.

Will’s
smile didn’t help the situation in the slightest. Will spread his feet, and before
Jude could draw in a breath, Will rocked into him… deep.

“You
get mean when you haven’t been laid in a while. This should take some of the
bite out of you.” The words were punctuated by several short thrusts that had
Jude gasping for breath. “Fuck you are so fucking tight. You feel like… fuck.
Jude.”

“Harder.
Slayer. Please. Yeah, right there.” That spot, oh god that spot made his
fucking toes curl. He slammed against Will like a man consumed. “Fuck, I need
to come.”

Will
pulled roughly from him and stepped back. Jude had enough time to meet his gaze
before he found himself once again sitting on the barstool with Will shoving
Jude’s pants down his legs. One shoe hit the floor followed by the other, and
the pants went next. “Not yet.”

“Not
yet? What do you mean not yet?” Jude reached for his dick because the need to
get off wasn’t going away just because he wasn’t filled with dick.

Will
grabbed his wrist. “No touching. No coming. Not yet. I’m not done with you.”

Strange
fluttery things flickered from his stomach into his chest, and Jude leaned back
against the vanity using his free arm to hold him up. He hooked a foot behind
Will’s knee and pulled him closer. “So, why are you just standing there?” Will
dropped his hand as if it suddenly burned him, and with a growl, he pushed
Jude’s legs wide apart. Then with a single thrust he buried himself inside
Jude, hitting that glorious spot that made his dick pulse and throb. He wanted
to beg for a white picket fence and a happy ever after. Hell he’d settle for a
happy for now if it meant Jude could finally scratch the itch that was driving
him crazy. “That’s it, Slayer. Oh fuck, baby.” He gripped Will behind his neck,
pulling him over enough to meet his fevered gaze.