Sex & Mayhem 04 No Matter What (27 page)

Lucky grinned
like crazy, as if being touched by Grim came with more perks than
it seemed. He took a sip from his own bottle. “Kind of.” He turned
around and showed off the back of his vest, which read ‘Property of
Tooth’. “They call me Tooth’s ‘old boy’,” he said with a
giggle.

Grim nodded.
“Tooth’s landed himself quite a trophy.”

Luca’s gaze
trailed lower, to the leather breeches, and his heart stopped when
he spotted the long sausage-like shape in one of the pant legs. Did
this guy even wear underwear?

“Yeah.” Lucky
let out a long exhale. “And I’m sadly very loyal.” He made a show
of glancing at the front of Grim’s pants, rebelling against his
boyfriend’s wishes, even if just for the sake of it.

“You two seem
awfully interested in my junk,” said Grim, pulling Luca right back
into reality. His cheeks flushed, and he was so embarrassed he
wouldn’t look Grim in the eyes.

Lucky laughed
shamelessly. “I mean, come on, it’s like…
there
.” He spread
his arms, looking down again.

Grim chuckled.
“I’m not doing a good job at hiding it.” He reached out and brushed
some invisible dust off Luca’s shoulder. His touch made Luca
stiffen, but he wouldn’t let it show and just ignored the
flirting.

Lucky bit down
on a strand of his own hair. “I imagine it’s difficult to hide
that
…”

Grim cocked his
head. “Is your man fine with sharing his property? I like my teeth
where they are.”

“Just sayin’,”
Lucky muttered with a pout of discouragement.

Luca chuckled
nervously as Grim shifted a bit closer to him. “Tooth does have big
fists.”

“And even
bigger pliers,” Grim said, looking into Luca’s eyes with such
predatory intensity it was making Luca sweat.

Luca blinked,
and his heart hammered in his chest, screaming ‘Danger!’
“What?”

“You see, Tooth
apprenticed as a dentist back in the day. That’s where his nickname
comes from,” Grim said, leaning against the wall with his hunky
shoulder. Luca could hardly imagine the bearded, wild-haired Tooth
to be a dentist. He glanced at Lucky, hoping he’d come up with some
way to save him, but all Lucky did was hand him a glass of
vodka.

“I didn’t know
that,” Luca said, choosing to just go along with it.

“He still
dabbles in it,” Lucky muttered with a silly smile.

“You a
hangaround, Luca? Where are you from?” Grim asked, drilling him
with his pale eyes.

Luca downed the
shot and put it back on the bar. He enjoyed the slight burn at the
back of his throat and the heat all over his body that came with
it. “I’m Italian. And I’m their friend,” he said, putting his hand
on Lucky’s shoulder.

“You into
bikes, or just bikers?” Grim smirked.

Luca exhaled.
“I do like the bikes,” he insisted, unsure what to do. He couldn’t
just flaunt his boyfriend as a shield from unwanted advances, like
Lucky did.

“You wanna go
check out mine?”

There was just
no way to get out of this without being rude. Luca cleared his
throat. “It’s outside, right?”

“Yeah. It’s
parked in the backyard.”

Lucky’s eyes
lit up. “I wanna see it too!”

Luca frowned.
‘Bike’ wasn’t some weird euphemism for ‘dick’, was it?

Grim chuckled
and made his way toward the door. “Lucky’s not allowed to see
that.”

“Why not?”
Lucky followed him with the expression of a kicked puppy.

Luca glanced at
how Grim’s pants hugged his ass, at the loose leather at the sides
of his thighs. This guy was such a show-off.

“You’re off
limits,” said Grim as they walked outside, past a group of women
gathered for a smoke. He could sense the weight of eyes on them,
even more so when Lucky stopped by the entrance, leaving Luca alone
with Grim. He wanted to look back and ask Lucky to come along, but
with the way Grim was pulling on Luca’s elbow, they were behind the
corner in no time. Walking between the building and the tall fence,
they were swallowed by shadows that seemed to eat up all of Luca’s
confidence.

“Are we going
to see the goat or your bike?” muttered Luca, trying to keep his
voice level. He couldn’t just run like a baby every time a man
approached him.

“Is that what
you call it? ‘Goat’? My bike’s at the end.” Grim flashed him a
smile and grabbed Luca’s hand. “What happened to you?” he asked,
with a strange rasp to his voice. Luca shuddered when Grim moved
his thumb over the tender, scarred flesh where Luca’s pinky used to
be. Ghost had only taken off the bandage two days ago.

Luca’s stomach
clenched, but he followed Grim like a lamb to the slaughter. There
really was a bike in the corner, away from the other machines. Big
and mean, with chrome parts intermingled with a pale color that
could be light gray or something similar, it was hard to tell in
the dark.

“Met the wrong
people, but it’s fine now,” muttered Luca, trying to focus on the
bike. It had an old school vibe, like a fantasy about a 1940s
motorbike modernized and come to life.

But he wouldn’t
have his peace. Grim pulled Luca’s hand up, and just as Luca raised
his eyes at him, with his stomach clenching in panic, Grim’s soft,
warm tongue slid over the fresh scar.

Luca stared at
him, shocked into silence as Grim closed his eyes and lowered his
head, sucking the tender flesh into his mouth as if it were the
loveliest of cocks.

“Do you know
how insanely hot this is?” Grim grabbed Luca’s other hand and
rubbed the spot where his index finger had been.

Luca pulled
back, starving for air as his windpipe closed up. With Grim’s big
shoulders looming over him, he felt like an ant about to be
crushed. What was hot? His imperfections? The scars that reminded
him of pain and humiliation? Saying such a thing was all kinds of
fucked-up. “I wanted to see your bike.”

“Come on.” Grim
gave him an intense stare, only letting go of one of Luca’s hands.
“You wanted to see my dick.”

“I didn’t,”
said Luca, though it was only a half truth. Who wouldn’t be
interested in a dick this big? “This is some kind of
misunderstanding, all right? It’s a very nice bike,” he added,
somewhat mindless as he looked around for a route of escape.

Grim groaned.
“I’m not gonna hurt you. I’ll show you my dick, and you can watch
me jerk off while I suck this sexy bit, huh?” He gave the pinky
scar another lick.

Luca took a
deep breath and sent his fist straight under Grim’s jaw. It wasn’t
nearly as powerful as he could make his punches, just to make a
point. This was making him all soft-kneed, but in the worst of
ways. “What the fuck’s wrong with you?” he stuttered.

Grim backed
off, and his bright smile was just a distant memory. “You better
leave this party,” he rasped.

Luca turned
away, his legs carrying him toward the well-lit front yard of the
club. Blood was pulsing in his ears so loudly he couldn’t hear
anything but the loud music, and with each step he expected Grim to
grab him by the hair and throw him at the nearest wall. He needed
to find someone with whom he would be safe.

The clubhouse
was a sea of unknown faces, so he got to the bar, to at least be
around people. Finally seeing Ghost was such an immense relief he
could barely take it. The moment Luca spotted him, Ghost was
grabbing an empty metal barrel from behind the counter.

Luca followed
him, desperate to hold his hand for even a minute or two. He had no
idea how to deal with this situation. What if Grim took offense for
him still being here? He followed Ghost all the way to a back
corridor marked as ‘members only’. He was beyond caring. The music
got muted, and it was now just him and Ghost, a few strides ahead,
carrying the barrel, his tense biceps on show.

Luca shut the
door, making the corridor just silent enough for Ghost to hear him.
“Hey?”

Ghost looked
over his shoulder with a wide smile, but never stopped walking.
“Hey! Having fun?” He turned the corner and pointed to a door at
the end of the corridor with his foot. “Can you open that for
me?”

Luca ran over
and quickly pushed open the door, walking into a small storage
space with a whole array of filled trash bags, some foldable
chairs, and the like. It was oddly normal to see the workings of
the backstage at a large party such as this, and yet it provided no
comfort to Luca, who was getting more nervous by the second.

“I pissed off
Grim,” he muttered.

Ghost put the
barrel down next to a similar one, and sat on it. “Huh? What do you
mean? What did you do?”

Luca swallowed
hard. He had no idea how he got himself in this kind of situation
again. He’d always been taught to be gullible, and he had no idea
how to handle the advances of someone like Grim. “I― me and Lucky
talked to him, and he was going to show us his bike, but then Lucky
was left at the bar, and I was alone with him. He licked my scar
and told me he wanted to j-jerk off and suck on it,” stuttered
Luca, all jumpy already, just from thinking about it. “He wouldn’t
listen, so I punched him. He told me to leave the party. What will
happen now?” whispered Luca, biting into the side of his hand.
“Should I go home?”

“He did
what
? What the fuck?” Ghost’s eyes went wide, and his whole
body tensed.

Luca backed
away into the corner, frantically kneading his shirt. His knees got
soft, and he slid into a crouch, his teeth rattling. “I’m sorry, I
should have known better not to go, but I didn’t want to be
rude....”

“You have
nothing to be sorry about.” Ghost got up and walked up to him.
“That’s crazy. Who does that? I’m just… so pissed off.” He clenched
his fists until his knuckles went white. “I can’t do anything. He’s
a patch, I’m a prospect, and I can’t even tell them you’re
mine.”

Luca clawed his
fingers into the fabric of Ghost’s shirt. He didn’t want to give in
to the stinging around his eyes, but fear was rising up his body in
giant waves. “Take me home?”

Ghost licked
his lips and looked around. “They’ll see my bike gone. How about we
find a quiet nest in the clubhouse and hide?”

Luca nodded,
looking up at him, a bit more at ease. Surely Grim wouldn’t hurt
him when Ghost was around. “Please?”

“Was he that
scary?” Ghost pulled Luca up and gave him a tight hug.

Luca closed his
eyes, breathing in his lover’s scent. He knew it so well by now,
and its aroma, sweet and fresh with a hint of spice, was making him
calm down already. “He just did what he wanted and wouldn’t
listen.”

Ghost took a
deep breath and hugged him closer. “Some of these guys aren’t used
to dealing with normal people.” He gave the side of Luca’s head a
kiss.

Luca slouched,
gradually letting his body relax in the solid, warm embrace.
Ghost’s arms were so thick and strong, and yet when he touched
Luca, it was nothing but gentle. He nodded.

“Let’s go.”
Ghost grabbed his hand, and it felt nothing like Grim’s menacing
touch. He looked out into the corridor. “Coast is clear.”

They soon left
the building and rushed across the backyard, past the goat shed,
only to enter the clubhouse through a different door, which opened
into a staircase. It was so much quieter there. That was enough to
help Luca be more at ease as they walked up the concrete stairs
hand in hand.

“There’s guest
rooms here. They’re gonna be used tonight, but it’s still hours to
go till that happens,” Ghost assured him and suddenly chuckled. “I
feel like a kid running off from school.”

“Did you ever
run off from school in real life?” asked Luca, slowly easing his
body against Ghost.

“Nah, I was a
good boy.” Ghost laughed, and led him all the way up the stairs, to
the second floor, and the last room there. It was plain and small,
with just an old bed on a simple metal frame and a wooden closet,
but at least they were alone. No one would see them here. Luca
locked the door, just in case.

They couldn’t
switch on the light, and so the weak glow coming through the window
would have to be enough. Oddly, it reminded Luca of the candle they
lit in the evenings since he’d first topped Ghost.

“Not a good boy
anymore,” Ghost murmured, and his lips were on Luca’s in an
instant.

Luca inhaled
the warm air out of Ghost’s mouth and put his arms around his neck,
eager to completely forget what happened in the darkness by Grim’s
bike. Ghost was the only person he wanted to remember right
now.

“You’re still
very good.”

Ghost kept on
kissing him until Luca’s back hit the wall. His hands slid up and
down Luca’s sides, sending shivers down his spine. Whether he was
jealous of Grim, or simply turned on by their closeness, the
attention made Luca smile. He pushed some of the snow-white hair
back, caressing Ghost’s scalp. “You’re also handsome,” whispered
Luca, sliding his fingers over the sharp cheekbones and down the
nose.

Ghost’s lips
curled into a smile, and he leaned into the touch. “I don’t often
hear that. A lot of people think I’m weird looking. With the white
eyebrows, and all that.”

Luca cupped
Ghost’s face with both his palms and slowly nuzzled the tip of his
nose. “You look like no one else. They’re all just jealous.”

“No, they’re
jealous of my hot Italian fiancé.” Ghost gave him a gentle kiss and
a half-lidded look so full of affection Luca didn’t even know if he
deserved all of it. He nipped on Ghost’s lip and then kissed it
slowly. He could still remember the first time they spoke over
webcam. The light had been so bad Ghost’s hair and skin had seemed
translucent. He’d never met anyone like that before.

“It turned me
on so much when I saw you. Your skin blushes so easily, it makes
you look so good when you come.”

“Yeah? It
turned you on? You liked to watch me jerk off? Now I
really
see it. I see you working your cock while you watched me.” Ghost
pulled Luca toward the bed.