Saying Goodbye (6 page)

~

Mark was
becom
ing annoyed as
Steve and Adam’s pampering began to grow irritating. “Enough.” Mark held up his hand and looked up at them from under his unruly hair. “Leave me be. You’re both driving me
mad
.”

Steve said, “Where are you going?”

Adam added, “We’re all in the same room. Not your old bedroom. You know which one?”

“If it’s my mum and dad’s I’ll scream.”

Steve shook his head. “No. The first floor. By the spa.”

Mark
nodded. “Fine
.”

He saw Adam whisper something to Steve quickly.

Steve reached out his hand. “Give me the pills.”

“Piss off
.
” Mark left through the back of the house, pushing open the slider. It was cold, nearing freezing
, where they were,
at the base of the Sierra Nevada Mountain range. He didn’t look back as he walked the well trodden path to the stable.

How he wished Piccadilly were here. With all his heart.

He opened the door to the stable and turned on the light, his breath a puff of vapor in the icy air. He looked around the space. The only thing that had not changed. Did Ewan plan on
keeping
horses up here? He had no idea, and he didn’t care. As far as Mark was concerned, this fulfilled the obligation. Never again would he be goaded into coming here.

He ran his hand over the stall his Dehra Dun had occupied. Piccadilly was very similar
; g
orgeous white Arabian Thoroughbred mix with a long silvery mane and tail.

Mark took out his ph
one. The reception was not good
near the mountains. He called Billy, checking the time.

“Hello.”

Mark was surp
rised he answered, expecting his
voicemail. “Hello, love.”

“What do you want, Mark?”

“Well, don’t you sound cheerful.” Mark put his hand on his hip. “Did you get my message?”

“Yeah. I did.”

“Don’t you split my boys up.”

“They are violating LAPD policy. No married couples can work in the same fucking car.”

“Billy!” Mark was furious. “Do not take your anger about being
separated
from Alex
ander
out on them.
” Silence hit
the other end. Mark knew he struck
a
chord
. “We all have our crosses to bear, my pet.”

A loud sigh came through the phone and Billy said very softly, “He’s going to cheat on me.”

“Never.” Mark shook his head. “Lovely, you are his world. His hero.”

Another silence followed and then Billy said, “We video chatted before I left for
my
shift this morning.”

Mark waited, worried.

“He had two of his Italian co-stars in his room drinking with him. Drinking!”

“Billy, love…” Mark leaned back on the wall of the stall and slid to sit down on the concrete. “The days of movie shooting are long and hard. The few appearances I did on television were horrid. He may let a few mates come in for a drink, but he will not cheat.”

More sil
ence was the response
.

Mark listened. “Did I lose you?”

“No.”

Mark ran his hand through his hair. “My pet, my love, don’t fret. Please. And your anger? Directed at our Jeff and Mick? You shall kill them. You shall. Make no mistake. That shooting, the one at the bank. That nearly did them both in mentally
as well as physically on Mickey
.”

“I know.”

Mark wished he was with him. “Love.”

“Yes?”

“I am at my bloody parents’ estate. Pity me.” Mark tried to make a joke.

Billy laughed but it sounded pained.

“It has been remodeled, but
…
oh, my Captain, I can’t do this. I can’t. And Steven is behaving horribly.”

“Why?” Anger returned. “What the hell is with Steve?”

Was Mark going to tell Billy what happened with Randy? “He…”

“He what?”

Mark could hear Billy’s nerve frazzled to the last thread.

“Nothing. You’ve enough on your plate.”

“I’ll kill him.” Billy made a snarling sound. “He needs to appreciate you, or I’ll make him understand what he has to lose.”

Mark blinked. “And how will you do that?”

When another gap in the conversation occurred Mark checked the battery level on his phone. “Billy?”

“When are you coming back?”

“I want to bloody leave now.” Mark imagined Billy in his Captain uniform, seeing him being pro
moted. Mark was as proud as his son
.

“Leave.”

“I can’t. Adam feels as if we owe Ewan. And, well, Billy, we do. He paid cash for this monstrosity. And in this economy?”
Mark exhaled loudly. “Love. For me. Do not pull my boys apart. For me.”

“What do I get if I don’t?”

Mark lit up. “Oh? Naughty cop. What do you want?”

“I’m kidding.”

“Can I get something from you?” Mark looked at the door to the stable.

“You name it.”

“When I return, can I see the SWAT gear? I mean, you know, the uniforms, the helmets…” Mark’s cock grew thick.

He heard Billy laugh. “Yes. I can do better than that. I can take you on a training session. You can watch the boys in action.”

Mark grabbed his stiff cock
through his slacks
and closed his eyes. “Promise?”

“Yes.”

“Bloody hell…”

“Are you jerking off, Richfield?”

“I could. I’m hiding in the stable. You know its freezing here?” Mark puffed out a breath of vapor.

“Get one of the boys to heat you up.”

No one compares with you
.

“Perhaps.”

“I have to go, Mark. I
’
m going to try and Skype Alex tonight.”

Mark felt a slight twinge of jealousy. “Yes. All right. But, love, about Mick and Jeff.”

A sigh came first, then Billy replied, “I’ll hold off on it.”

“Thank you, my pet. Thank you.” Mark cupped the phone. “I do love you.”

“
Call me when you’re back in LA. I’ll set up the SWAT thing.”

“Yes. All right.”

“Bye.”

Mark waited until the line went dead, then he looked at the phone. He put it into his pocket and shivered from the coldness. Thoughts of men in heavy police gear, helmets with
their face shields down, batons, rifles, boots…

Mark closed his eyes and moaned, touching himself outside
of
his black slacks.

He opened the zipper and ran his hand over his
dick
, sinking against the stall door and bending his knees.

A scuff of a shoe alerted him and he tried to get his stiff cock back into his tight slacks.

Jack was standing at the doorway, back-lighted.

Mark stopped fussing and cupped his hands over his cock.

Jack approached, looking down.

Mark gave up hiding it, and looked away from Jack’s gaze.

Without a word, Jack got to his hands and knees and took Mark’s cock into his mouth.

Mark closed his eyes and caressed Jack’s golden hair, falling back into the fantasy. Men. Men in heavy black gear, gleaming helmets and armor.

Jack drew strong suction on Mark’s cock, barely able to take Mark halfway into his mouth
because of Mark’s size
. Jack used his right hand on the base, meeting it with his mouth once Mark’s length was slick with saliva.

Mark moaned and spread his legs wider.

In his mind he was surrounded by men with rifles and black uniforms.
In that dream a
man pushed through the ring of heavily armed cops. A captain. He grabbed Mark’s jaw and kissed him.

Mark moaned and opened his
lips
as if to receive that imaginary kiss. Jack’s sucking grew faster,
as did
his hand
action
. Mark felt Jack trying to get at his ass through his slacks.

Mark raised his hips from the floor and tugged his pants down to his thighs. He wasn’t wearing briefs.

Jack whimpered and wet his finger, going for Mark’s rim.

Sinking back into his fantasy, Mark was pinned to an armored personnel carrier and while a team of men wearing helmets and shields watched, he was fucked, first with a baton, then by a cock. A captain’s cock.

“Ah!” Mark bit his lip on crying out Billy’s name.

Jack shifted on the cement on his knees and began vocalizing his own pleasure at making Mark come.

Mark visualized
his
captain fucking him, hammering into him, and the rest of the brawny SWAT team tearing at Mark’s clothing, growling into his ear how they would fuck him senseless.

“Ah! Ah!” Mark climaxed and threw his head back so hard he hit it against the stall door with a thud. He
hel
d Jack’s
head
in place so
Jack would not
stop
to see if Mark was hurt
, and kept Jack sucking a few
moments longer
.

Jack massaged Mark inside his ass gently,
and
then finally when the throbbing lessened, Jack knelt up, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

Coming back from a swoon, Mark opened his eyes to see Jack, as if he were in awe of the act. Mark landed on him, tackling Jack to the concrete floor of the stable and kissed him, tasting his own cum and smelling the scent of his cologne and body on Jack’s face.

Jack moaned in pure sexual agony and Mark tore open Jack’s pants, getting at his throbbing dick. When he had Jack’s cock in his
fingers,
feeling its tightness and heat, Mark spit on his palm and used it as lube. He sat on Jack’s cock and worked it inside him.

“Oh, God!” Jack acted as if he had never fucked
Mark
before.

Mark kept using saliva to lubricate the contact until he felt comfortable. Once he did, he pressed his hands on Jack’s huge muscular chest and rode him, arching his back.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Jack thrust upwards into Mark, gripping Mark tight and biting his lower lip as he stared directly at Mark’s face.

“Fuck me!” Mark roared so loudly it echoed in the emptiness. “Fuck me, Larsen!”

Jack coughed and choked as he came, closing his eyes and grabbing at his own chest to try and breathe.

Mark felt Jack’s cock throb and stilled his movements just to savor it.

“Mark
…
oh, my God
…
Mark…” Jack kept panting and his cock remained stiff and still inside Mark.

Mark sensed something. He looked over at the door.

Adam and Steve were standing there, watching.

~

Steve didn’t know what to think. Afte
r Mark’s little
‘chat’ with Randy Dawson, Mark seemed to lose interest in sex and although he allowed Steve to fuck him,
Mark
didn’t reciprocate
or participate
.
He merely lay there.

Seeing Mark ‘riding’ Jack like a polo pony on the floor of the stable, Mark’s cock exposed from his black slac
ks, he didn’t know if Mark had simply turned off to him
.

As if to lighten the mood, Adam said, “You two should have done that in the
movie theater. Josh was performing a solo act. The only ones who were shocked were our hosts.”

Steve watched as Mark disengaged himself from Jack’s cock, which was softening. Jack sat up, tucking his cock into his pants as Mark moved more slowly.

Adam approached Mark, reaching down to haul him up.

Steve crossed his arms, wondering if he was angry or just tired.

“Sex in the stables,” Adam joked, “Bet that brought back nice memories for the two of you.”

Jack met Steve’s eyes reluctantly.

Adam held onto Mark as they walked out of the cold structure. “Come on, Mark, time to get you cleaned up and in bed.” Adam kissed Mark’s hair.

Mark didn’t meet St
eve’s eyes as he and Adam walked by
.

Steve stopped Jack, a hand to Jack’s chest.

Jack reacted as Steve expected, puffing up and appearing menacing.

“Did you force him?” Steve asked.

The expression on Jack’s face became furious. “What did you just ask me?”

“Mark’s been off sexually since that chat
he had
with Dawson. I asked you
…
did you force him to fuck you?”

Jack grabbed Steve by his shoulders and threw him against the wall. Steve hit with a slam and was about to go into police battle mode. He was breathing fire.

Jack snarled, showing his teeth as he spoke, very close to Steve’s face. “I never force Mark to do anything. I take that as an
unbelievable
insult, you ass.”

Steve glared at Jack.

“And I’m not the one who
obligat
ed Mark to meet with Dawson
.
Y
ou and that fucking heavy handed LAPD douche-bag did. If there’s a rift between you and Mark, don’t come looking at me to blame.” Jack threw Steve aside and left the barn.

Steve straightened out his shirt and caught his breath. The guilt of what he and Billy did that day, the stupidity of threatening Randy to keep away from Alex, jeopardizing Alex’s role in his first feature film
…
and
…
and then what Mark had to do.

Mark had to…

Steve’s eyes burned. The thought of Mark fucking Randy, or of Randy even laying a hand on Mark sexually was driving Steve insane. He faced the heavy wooden beams and began punching them, doing little more than damaging himself.

Once his energy had been sapped and he was spent, Steve scuffed out of the stable, shutting off the light and making his way back to the house. The porn film had
riled
the men
up
and sex was going on everywhere
;
loud moans, beds banging against walls,
cries of ‘
Yes! Oh, fuck
!’ and other expletives echoed in the mansion.

Steve made his way to the bedroom the four of them were supposed to share. Inside Jack was taking off his clothing and Steve could hear Adam in the bathroom with Mark, tending him.

Steve sobbed, “I’m sorry.”

Jack looked up at him.

“I fucked up.” Steve covered his face.

“What the hell did you do to your hands?” Jack came closer.

Steve grabbed Jack by the shou
lders and through his sobs
he said, “Mark had to sleep with that asshole! Because of me!”

“Sleep with Randy?” Jack appeared shocked. “No!”

Steve glanced at the bathroom, the shower noise blocked out their conversation. “He
…
Mark didn’t s
ay it, but I know it. I know it.
”

Jack held onto Steve, rocking him. “We don’t know that. You’re just assuming.”

Steve shook his head. “No. No, Jack. Mark had to do something that day. And I feel like shit.”

“Okay. Calm down.”

“He
…
his
touch
isn’t t
he same.” Steve hid his face away from Jack’s gaze. “Mark just lays there. I can’t even get him to come.” He finally looked at Jack’s bright blue eyes. “Did he come for you?”

“He was jerking off when I found him in the stable.”

“By himself?” Steve was stunned.

“Yeah.” Jack looked back at the bathroom first then said, “I sucked him off and he begged me to fuck him. No lube, just spit. I think he was off someplace in his head.”

“Thinking of Randy?” Steve was about to explode.

“It wouldn’t be my first guess, but who knows what goes on in the head of Mark Richfield?”

Steve nodded and pecked Jack’s lips. “I’m sorry. For everything.”

Jack looked at Steve’s skinned knuckles. “Stupid fucking cop.”

“I’m not a cop anymore,
” Steve
sai
d.

Jack whispered, “Maybe that’s the problem.”

A sensation as cold as ice hit Steve’s gut. He looked at the bathroom door and thought,
no
…
Billy? Are you jerking off to Billy?