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Oh, fuck he was close, right there. He humped harder, chasing his orgasm. That thumbnail scraped along his slit, sharp and sparking, making him fucking scream. He came hard, heat splashing over Simon's hand.

"Mmm..." Simon hummed softly into his lips, bringing him down.

He moaned softly a shiver going through him. "You're good, Simon. I can't wait to see what's next."

"Next? A nap. For both of us." Simon stepped back and he could see the sheer exhaustion there, eyes red-rimmed.

He slid his hand down between them. "Want me to take care of you first, Simon? I give a mean blowjob."

His hand was caught, stroked. "In the bed. I'm about asleep now. If I come? I need to be in a bed."

"Works for me."

He leaned in to lick at Simon's bottom lip and wandered down the hall. "Which one's the bedroom?" he asked, looking in the first door and finding the bathroom.

"Down at the end." Simon locked doors, brought the bag with him.

He found the bedroom and pulled the sheets down, bouncing on it for a minute. "Oh, this'll do."

Simon chuckled. "Glad you approve."

The bedroom door was locked, the man stripping quickly, putting the pistol beside the bed.

He shivered at the reminder of why they were here and started stripping himself.

Simon was built like a god, but the pale skin was dressed in scars, all different kinds.

Oh wow, he bet they could kill hours with Simon telling him how he got each one. But Simon wasn't the only one who was exhausted and he could feel the tiredness crawling up his spine now that he'd gotten off.

He pushed Simon back onto the bed, climbing up and going right for the prize. Simon's cock was fat, thick, almost angry as it pushed out, throbbed. He licked at the leaking tip, moaning at the sharp taste, so different from Bay, but still all man. He took the fat head in his mouth, closing his lips around it and sucking.

Simon groaned, hips rolling, sliding on the sheets, one hand in his hair. Another time he'd tease and run his mouth off, but not this time. Ken let his mouth slowly drop down on Simon's prick. It was so much thicker than he was used to,

but not quite as long as Bay's and he got it all in, throat swallowing around the tip.

Simon pumped, slow and easy, careful, stretching his lips. He moaned whishing he wasn't so tired and took everything Simon had to give. It didn't take long before Simon was humping, moving faster, taking his mouth. Oh yeah, he was good. He sucked harder, tongue swiping around the tip of Simon's prick every time he could. Yeah. Come on, Red, give it to me.

Simon arched, bucked once and came, seed splashing on his tongue. He swallowed a bit, let the rest slide out of his mouth. He wiped Simon clean with a corner of the sheet and moved up the muscled body, pushing his tongue into Simon's mouth.

Simon kissed him, soft and lazy, then rolled them, holding him close. "Sleep. Now."

He giggled. "Yes, Caveman Red."

His ass got popped, nice and hard. "Don't pull the tiger's tail, kid. I bite."

"Promise?"

Another pop burned his ass. "Yep. Sleep."

He wriggled his ass, pressing it back into Simon. "Oh, I think this is going to be fun, Simon. I can't wait to feel that pop when you've had a nap."

"Little shit." Simon actually smiled.

He grinned and wriggled a bit more, before settling. "I try." "Sleep." Simon's hand circled his waist.

"Yes, sir!" he snapped sharply, chuckling, settling. He could sleep, actually. He was fucking tired.

He wondered how Bay was doing, a twinge going through him as he thought of his twin.

Simon sighed, a soft snore sounding, the hand on his waist heavy, hot.

Ken couldn't help thinking this would be perfect with Bay pushed up against his front, Rick shielding his twin from the other side.

He let Simon's heat shield him from reality and drifted off.

Chapter Five

Rick wandered the hall of the little apartment. If Bay didn't sleep soon, Rick was going to start drugging him. The apartment was tiny, in the middle of downtown Dallas, everything delivered, secure. Perfect. He'd called and verified that Simon and Primary One were fine and that their employer hadn't been killed. Now they were waiting. And waiting. And waiting.

"You hungry, Bay?"

Bay shook his head. Like usual.

"Basil." He waited until those green eyes met his. "You have to eat. I am not taking a starved man to Ken."

"I... I itch, Rick. You don't know what it's like. We've never been apart."

Rich sighed, sat down and massaged Bay's shoulders. "No and yes. I do know a little."

Bay leaned into his touches with a little sound that might have been a sob. "You know?"

"Simon was a twin. So I know a little, yeah." "Was?" Bay shivered.

"Yeah. Samuel was his name. Uh, Simon and I were on a job, things got bad and we scrambled. They didn't have names, just descriptions, and Sammy was on his way to work when his car exploded. Simon was with me. I got to see what happened."

Neither of them ever recovered, either, from being together then.

Bay whimpered and turned, pushing against him, face buried in his chest. "That's terrible."

He rocked, pet Bay's head. "Yeah. Yeah, it was. It broke him. Hell, broke me. So you see? You gotta hold it together, Bay." He didn't know why for sure he was telling Bay this, except there was something dear about the boy, something trustworthy and fragile.

"Because Ken and me will be together again soon, 'cause that didn't happen to us." Another shudder went through Bay. "I always thought if we were apart for a long time we'd feel each other. I don't feel him, Rick. And it's so lonely."

"Oh, he's driving Simon crazy, poking and pushing and bitching, missing you." He kept rubbing, kept touching.

Bay giggled. "I bet they’re fucking like bunnies."

He nodded. "Probably. Simon's got a high drive when he's stressed."

Bright green eyes looked up at him. "Ken's got a high drive, period. God, I miss him." Bay blinked as the green eyes filled, rubbing his own cheek.

"Another ten days. Think of it as a vacation." He stroked Bay's jaw.

Bay's eyes half-closed, the kid nuzzling against his hand

like a cat. Rick kept petting, kept touching, half-hoping to ease the sweet boy into sleep.

Bay gasped softly, moaned. "Oh... feels good."

"Mmm... Yeah. It does." He kept easing Bay's tension, let his fingers stroke.

"Oh... I've never... without Ken, too." Bay was pushing into his touches though, moaning softly.

"We don't have to do anything, Bay." "Want to. Please. I ache."

"Okay." He leaned them back, brushed a soft kiss against Bay's forehead. "You look so tired."

Bay nodded. "Exhausted." Bay's face turned up expectantly.

It was still a bad idea.

He brought their lips together, kissing Bay gently as he could. Bay whimpered, mouth opening, hands sliding to his shoulders and holding on tight.

"Shh... I've got you." He held Bay, hands petting and holding close.

Bay moved against him. "You feel so good."

"Yeah? You like?" He smiled, licking Bay's lips. "You taste good."

"I do?" Bay's tongue slid out, touched his. "You do." He grinned, shook his head. "What?" Bay asked, eyes on his face.

"I shouldn't be trying to taste a client."

"You don't have to," Bay said softly, turning away. "I want to."

Bay turned back, pressing into him, pressing their lips together. They both moaned, lips parting, tongues sliding together, so sweet. Bay shook, hands sliding into his hair. He pulled them closer together, trembling with the need to be gentle, careful.

Bay rubbed, heat hard against his belly. Rick's hand slid down, brushed Bay's ass, petting. Bay pushed into his hand eagerly, a moan filling his mouth. Oh. Fine. He groaned, tugging Bay closer, bodies sliding together.

Bay's kisses grew sloppy, harder, so wanton. He leaned back, bringing Bay with him.

"Oh!" Bay rubbed harder, eyes going wide as his hips moved furiously.

"Mmm. Good." Rick spread his thighs, drawing Bay between his legs.

"Too many clothes," Bay told him.

He nodded. "Do you want to try the bed?"

"If you want. You're comfortable." Bay's eyes were starting to glaze as his hips still moved.

"I'm hard and wanting." He reached down, unfastened Bay's slacks, the palm of his hand smoothing over the long cock.

Bay's mouth opened soundlessly, a shudder moving through the slender body, heat splashing over his hand.

"Mmm... there. That's it." He stroked a little more, drawing out the aftershocks.

Another shiver and shudder and then Bay's mouth was on his again, soft and hot. "Oh, can we go to the bed now?"

"Yes. Yes, I think we can." He smiled, took a long kiss. Maybe now he could get Bay to sleep.

Bay popped up and took his hand, holding his pants up with the other. "Have you got lube?"

"In the bathroom, maybe." He stood, adjusted himself. Bay dragged him off toward the bathroom.

"You're supposed to be dozy and sated..." He was laughing, stumbling behind.

"You haven't done me yet."

"No. No, I haven't." He shook his head.

Bay found the lube and then dragged him off to the bedroom. The boy stopped suddenly. "Is this okay? I just... it feels so good when you touch me."

"It's good." He brought Bay's hand to his aching cock. "Really good."

Bay moaned, moving in close again, hand worming its way into his pants.

"Oh." He pushed a little. "That's good."

Bay's hand slipped out again, fingers working his buttons, zipper, pushing his shirt off and his pants down. He cupped the back of Bay's head, brought their lips together again, moaning low. Bay's mouth opened to his, pressing eagerly, rubbing against him again. The kiss went deep right off the bat, Bay's mouth sweet, open. Bay melted against him, clothes rough against his skin.

He cupped Bay's ass, rocked them together. It was Bay who pulled off his own clothes, pressing close again as soon as he was naked, clinging like a limpet.

Rick moved them toward the bed, moaning at the feel of them together, sliding and warm. Bay pulled away and lay down, moving restlessly, body reaching for his touch, calling to him.

"You're so hot, Bay." He leaned down, kissed Bay's belly.

Bay arched up into his mouth, moaning, hands sliding over his head, his shoulders. He licked and lapped, tracing the indent of Bay's navel, the concave belly.

"Oh, Rick..." Bay's legs shifted restlessly, hands still moving on him, opening and closing against his skin.

"Yes, Bay?" He moved up, kissing, licking, heading for one tight nipple.

"Hmm? Oh! Feels good." The green eyes were dark, sparkling.

"You taste good." He nipped the tight flesh, teasing.

Bay whimpered and shuddered. "You're not just fucking me..."

"Is that okay?"

Bay nodded, fingers sliding along his cheek. "Different." "I like to touch, make it last." He kissed those fingers.

Another shiver went through the slender body. "I can touch back, right?"

"I wish you would."

That earned him a shy, beaming smile, Bay's fingers sliding into his hair. He moaned, just enough to let Bay know how good it felt. Bay whimpered again, pushing up against him. He pressed down, rocking a little, lips tugging that tight nipple. Another moan sounded, Bay bucking again, breath catching, fingers stuttering on his skin.