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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of either the author or the publisher. Security SCREWDRIVER An imprint of Torquere Press Publishers PO Box 2545 Round Rock, TX 78680 Copyright 2008 by Mike Shade Cover illustration by Shawn Clements Published with permission ISBN: 978-1-60370-723-7, 1-60370-723-9 www.torquerepress.com All rights reserved, which includes the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever except as provided by the U.S. Copyright Law. For information address Torquere Press. Inc., PO Box 2545, Round Rock, TX 78680. First Torquere Press Printing: May 2009 Printed in the USA

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Security

By Mike Shade

Chapter One

Kendrick Templeton was thirteen minutes older than his twin brother Basil. They looked as alike today at twenty three as they had when they were first born. Any differences, and there were a few, were intimate and hidden from view. They were both 5'11", both slender, their bodies muscled in the same wiry, understated way. They kept their hair styled in the same cut; at the moment, it was short and spiked out all over the place, blond except for the roots, which were dark. Those were dyed, too. Only Kendrick and Bay knew what color their hair really was and they weren't sharing. They even had the same bright green eyes, though they wore colored contacts as often as not. Today's were this cool aquamarine blue. The shade made Kendrick hard whenever Bay looked at him. Sexy color. Anne, the woman who ran the household for their father, had left a message asking them to meet in her office at ten a.m. Ken glanced at the grandfather clock as they drifted from their rooms down to the main floor where Anne held domain over the house from her little office with its big desk and enormous filing cabinet. 10:23. Security - 3

Not bad. Not bad at all for him and Bay, and it was a testament to Anne herself that they were as early as they were. It was a good thing she worked out of the house, too. Bay was dressed in a pink muscle shirt and orange swim trunks with white flowers. Ken’s trunks were gold with silver shot through them and he'd foregone a shirt in favor of showing off his new nipple ring. He hoped Anne would tattle on him to the old man. They were going to go swimming after she shared whatever new decree was coming down from on high. It was the only time she formally asked for them to meet her, otherwise she'd search them out and talk to them. Ken was already picturing Bay without the shirt, the swim shorts clinging to his ass, so he was a little taken aback when they walked into Anne's office to find the room full of people. All right, two plus Anne was hardly a lot of people, but with him and Bay and those imposing filing cabinets? It seemed pretty damned full. Bay stepped up close, their arms brushing. "Hey, Anne." Anne smiled at them, her pale eyes fond and amused. "Good morning, boys. Going to the pool?" Security - 4

Two new pairs of eyes met theirs -- one set as black as pitch, the other a bright, clear blue-green. "Seems like it," Bay answered, sharing a glance with him. Who were these guys and, though they weren't bad looking, why did they also look like trouble? "What's up?" he asked, turning his attention back to Anne as if the new guys weren't even in the room. "This is Mr. O'Neal and Mr. Patterson." She pointed to the stocky little carrot-top and then to tall, dark and stunning. "They have been employed by your father to be your personal protection." He looked at Bay and then at the two guys and then back at Anne. "Our what?" Surely he hadn't heard right. The old man had tried this when they'd turned fifteen and the last nanny had fled in terror. "Personal protection. As in, they are your new shadows." Anne gave the two asshole guys a smile. "Mr. O'Neal, Mr. Patterson -- this is Basil and Kendrick Templeton." Bay went tight next to him and Ken came to his twin’s rescue. Nobody called Bay "Basil" except him. "Name's Bay. And we don't need shadows. Thanks for coming, I hope it wasn't too much trouble, good-bye now." He and Bay turned as one and headed out the door. Fuck this shit. The little red-head? Could move. Security - 5

The door was shut, a solid body before it. "You two got nowhere to go 'til the Missus finishes her spiel, boys." "Who the hell do you think you are?" Bay demanded. "This isn't your house, get the hell out of our way," Ken added, backing his twin up completely. "Boys. Your father is quite insistent. There have been threats and you know he will not have you compromised. These men are going to protect you. You'll simply have to get used to it." Anne's voice was implacable. Bay leaned against him and they both looked back at her. Fuck this shit indeed. "Fine," Ken said, "but we're not rearranging our lives for anyone. They're going to have to keep up." "I imagine Simon and I are more than capable of that, sir." Tall, dark and studly had a voice like melted chocolate. Damn. Bay gave him a look that said this could be fun. Ken couldn't but help grin back. He'd just been thinking the same thing. He looked the stud up and down and smiled widely. "We'll see." "Was there anything else, Anne?" Bay asked, arm briefly rubbing Ken's. "No. Mr. O'Neal and Mr. Patterson will live in the Security - 6

antechamber outside your suite. They will each have a single day off per week and..." The red-head held his hand up. "Look. Rick does days. I work nights. I have Mondays off. Rick has Wednesday. If you go party, we both go. Easy as pie." "What if we party on a Wednesday?" Bay asked. "Or a Monday," Ken added, already making plans to get to as many Monday and Wednesday night raves as possible. "Then we both go." The red-headed didn't even flinch. "Yes, and we assure we have as much police back up as we might need, to account for our exhaustion." The melted chocolate voice was back. Ken snorted. "Okay, whatever." "We're going now, Anne," Bay said, walking up to Simon and stepping into his space. "Are you going to get out of our way?" "Of course." Those blue eyes met his dead-on, completely unfazed. "I'm not on shift until eight p.m." "Okay, Red." He looped his arm around Bay's shoulders and they waltzed out of there toward the pool. Bay gave him a look and he nodded. The last thing they needed was a bodyguard. Two, in fact. It was going to cramp their style in a big way.

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"We won't let it," Bay told him, knowing the way his mind

was working.

He nodded. It wasn't like the old man to worry wart like

this. No doubt he was worried he was going to have to pay

out ransom money or something if they got kidnapped.

The tall man followed, quiet, giving them space.

"You know he's pretty damned hot," Bay murmured.

Ken nodded. Yeah, he was.

"I think I'll do him.” Bay watched the guy from under his

lashes.

"No way. I'm older."

Bay snorted. "I saw him first."

"We saw him together."

"Okay, okay, but I called him first."

He rolled his eyes as they went out to the pool deck. "We

could do him together."

Bay stopped and looked back over his shoulder. "I bet he'd

report it back to the old man."

"Jonas knows we're gay."

It was Bay's turn to roll his eyes. "I meant about us."

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"Well, if he goes tattling, we'll say he's lying. Or that he misunderstood. Or that we were putting him on." Bay grinned at him. "Perfect." Bay turned again, calling out to their guard, "We're going swimming. You coming in?" "No, sir. Thank you." Dark sunglasses went on, the long body deceptively relaxed in the shadow of the deck. Bay sighed and gave him a look.

He nodded. "I know, Bay. We'll pretend he's not there,

okay?"

"I want to touch you," murmured Bay, pouting, looking at

him out of those fake aquamarine eyes.

"I know. We'll go to the far end with the rocks and the

waterfall; it'll give us some cover."

They slid into the water together.

The man was good, always watching, but never watching,

periodically speaking into a little microphone.

"Who do you think he's talking to?" Bay asked.

"I don't know."

"Ask."

He looked at his brother, gauging how bad Bay wanted to

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He swam over to the corner of the pool closest to the guy. "Hey! Who are you talking to?" Those sexy eyes looked over the glasses. "My... Simon. He's unpacking for me." "Your Simon? Bay did you hear? Simon and Rick are lovers." Oh, that could be fun. Whether it was true or not. Bay swam over, smiling. "Yeah? Sweet." Bay laughed softly. The glasses were pushed back up, hiding those eyes with a practiced move, the firm chin lifting. Bay whispered in his ear. "They must be. Or he would have said it wasn’t true." He nodded, grinning at Rick a moment longer before grabbing Bay's hand and heading for the dubious cover the rocks and waterfall. They could keep the action confined to below the water. Bay followed, like he always did, laughter soft, hands warm against his skin. He liked it rougher than Bay, who was a sensualist, but they gave each other what they needed and Bay could get off on scratching and biting him when it was called for and God knew he adored the way Bay could spend all day touching him. He backed Bay up against the waterfall and put his hand down his twin's shorts, finding that sweet prick all hard and hot for him. Security - 10

"Greedy." Bay's chuckle felt good, almost hidden in the fall of the water. One finger slid up and tweaked his nipple ring, pulled and twisted. "You think Anne will tell?" He gasped and pressed close. "I hope so." "You'll get the lecture about endangering yourself by going to trashy tattoo parlors..." There was another chuckle, another careful tug. "Yeah. He's going to hate it." He winked at Bay, one hand working his brother's cock, the other sliding over warm skin and light muscles. He wanted to kiss Bay, badly; he glanced behind him, judging Rick far enough away. He leaned in and brought their mouths together. Bay opened for him, tongue eager and soft, sliding against his own, stroking like that fingertip on his nipple. He groaned, hand tightening. "Wanna fuck you so bad." "We can't. He's watching." "I hate this. I hate having a fucking baby-sitter." He pumped Bay's cock hard, wanting his twin to feel his own need. "Two. Two sitters this time..." Bay groaned, pushed against him with a soft cry. "Kenny..." He licked Bay's lips. "I know. It sucks. I bet there aren’t even any threats; the old man is just trying to keep tabs on us, control us." Security - 11

"You think we can get rid of them?" Bay's hips were jerking, random, sharp, needy motions. He ran his tongue along Bay's jaw. "Have we failed to get rid of someone we didn't want around yet?" He stroked his way up to Bay's nipples, teasing them with the tip of his finger as he continued to tug Bay's cock. "No. Never. Kenny. Kenny, I want..." He pushed his thumb into Bay's slit. "What do you want, Bay? Tell me. Talk dirty to me." Bay whimpered, teeth scraping his earlobe. "Want you fuck me, hard and deep. Want to come so hard it aches." He closed his eyes and let out his own whimper, tugging harder, fingers tweaking Bay's nipple. "Want to spend the day touching you, making you twist and want." Bay groaned low. "Want to tempt our babysitter into the bed and watch you take him." "Bay!" Damn, his twin knew him. He humped his own cock against Bay's hip, tugging hard on Bay's prick. "Gonna shoot." Those teeth fastened onto his ear. "Me, too," he groaned, jerking as Bay bit him. The heat of Bay's spunk was fleeting, washed away almost immediately by the water. It was enough, though, to have Security - 12

him tumbling after, moaning. He pressed closer for a moment and then drifted slowly away, eyes on his twin. Love you. The words weren't said, just mouthed, Bay glowing. Yeah, he knew. Just like he loved Bay. He smiled and grabbed Bay's hand, tugging his twin back down to the other end of the pool. "Let's eat and work on fulfilling that little fantasy of yours, Bay. The one where you're watching me fuck tall, dark, and handsome." Bay's hand squeezed his and then his twin was sliding through the water. He followed, letting the sensuality loving Bay always left in him show, no reason to waste time with the seduction. *** "So, what's up?" Rick rubbed his forehead at the tinny sound of Simon's voice in the earphones. Go to sleep, asshole. "Jacking each other off, looks like. You want the day shift?" "Not a chance. I hate mornings." He snorted, eyes watching for anything unusual, ignoring the groans and sighs from the pool. He owed Jonas, they both did. Two ex-cops looking to make it big, and Jonas was right there with contacts and funds and... Security - 13

Fuck, he was tired. "They really doing each other, Rick? I mean, really?" Prurient prick. Rick hated him. "Yeah, O'Neal. They are. You want a blow-by-blow?" There was a long silence. A dead quiet and he almost felt ashamed of himself. Almost. "No. No, Rick, I think I can live without the most erotic experience of the day being unwilling phone sex from the amazing Mr. Patterson. Thanks, though." Go to bed, O'Neal. Just go. His eyes made the rounds again, looking for a flash of light, motion. Two years they'd tried to work together, tried to forget all the shit they'd done and finally, fucking finally he got the courage to say he couldn't do it anymore and motherfucking Jonas called in his chips. Bastard. "Is the dossier about the threats in here, Patterson?" "Yeah. In the laptop. You know, that computer thing that you turn on? Holds information? Makes it so you don't have to have papers that anyone can find?" He tried to keep the bitch out of his voice, but this job had no fucking end and their primaries were coming all over each other in the pool and he needed to piss. Security - 14

"Fuck off, Rick. God damn it, isn't it a little early in the fucking assignment to ride my ass? Hell, you usually wait a day, at least." "Usually I don't have to work with you." The silence came again, dead and dull and empty. "You want me to call Sanders in?" He shook his head. "No. You're the best." He hated that it was the truth, but it was. Drunk, stupid, half-dead, Simon was the fucking best out there. Now that the drinking was supposedly a non-issue, the man was better. "Yeah. I'm going to bed. Enjoy the eye candy. I'll relieve you at eight." Then nothing, which he assumed he deserved, but still. Fuck. His primaries were coming toward him, the one without the nipple ring glowing. They sure looked alike. He schooled his face to stillness. Jonas' assistant had warned them the twins were wicked as hell and twice as mean, used to getting to people. Wasn't going to happen here. They were both grinning at him. "Come eat, babysitter." He pushed himself off the wall, arching an eyebrow. "Where do you take your lunch?" Security - 15

They laughed and he had to admit the sound was sexy.

"Lunch? We're working up to breakfast."

The second one gave him a look. "They'll bring the food

wherever we want it, handsome. Where do we want it?"

"I haven't been here long enough for the grand tour. You'll

have to decide." Smartasses.

Pretty smartasses.

They came right up to him, pushing into his personal space

and all but rubbing up against him, two identical faces

turned up to him.

"We could eat out here."

"Or in the dining room."

"Or in our bedroom."

"Wherever you want, pretty man."

He didn't back up, didn't look away. "Where is the dining

room?"

"He wants the dining room."

"I heard."

"How boring."

"Now, now. That table can take a beating."

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"Oh, true!"

They smiled up at him and each grabbed one of his arms.

"Come with us."

He blinked, following along. Those two were... Damn.

They slunk along, pushing up against his body. "What was

your name again, handsome?"

"His name was Brick, lovely; you think you'd remember a

name that suited the man to a T."

They stuck their tongues out at each other.

"Rick Patterson. My evening relief is Simon O'Neal." The

temptation to swat them both on the ass was huge.

"This, Brick dear, is the dining room. Well, alcove. The

actual 'dining room' is this huge monstrosity where we sit at

a forty person table with Father once a month."

One of them left his side and sat on the table, legs spread,

leaning back on his hands. "You like sausages for

breakfast, Brick?"

Simon was going to kill them both. That thought almost

made having to take this job worth it.

"I'm a vegetarian, sir."

"Oh, God, no." The pretty boy rolled his eyes and picked

up a phone. "Send up bacon, eggs, sausages. And..."

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Aquamarine eyes looked him up and down. "A head of

lettuce. Oh, no, don't put yourself out."

They both started giggling as the phone was hung up, arms

sliding around shoulders and waists.

He moved to look around the room, well used to working through a shift without food. The decorations were simple, classy, easily searched, although he'd like to sweep the entire place for bugs. He made a note on his palm to contact Smitty, Jonas' personal security manager, about that. His hands were taken suddenly and he was pulled to a seat.

"We ordered you vegetables, Brick, come eat with us."

"Or eat us." They were giggling again.

Oh, yeah. Simon was going to kill them. Both.

"Somehow I doubt I could do my job and perform fellatio

concurrently."

"Oh, big words!"

The one clapped his hands, the other nodded. "Fellatio!"

"I was thinking concurrently, actually."

They pulled their chairs over, sitting on either side of him.

He let himself chuckle, shake his head. "When do you two

go back to college again?"

"Oh, he's bored of us already."

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"That's your fault."

"No, it's yours."

"Yours."

"You-urs."

They continued on for a few more moments until the food

came.

He was going to need aspirin. Lots of it.

Maybe he should buy stock in Bayer.

The boys piled their plates high, making one for him out of

the salad, not head of lettuce, but genuine salad the cook had made. Then they both pressed close and two hands dropped to his thighs, stroking along the inside. "Hungry, Brick?"

"Firstly, the name is Rick. Secondly," He removed both

their hands from his legs. "Hands off, boys. Fuck each

other. I work for your father. And yes, I am." He took the

salad and began eating.

That shut them up for two bites.

"If you think you can come into our home and invade our

privacy and tell us what to do and and and..."

"Be here."

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"That's right, and be here. Well."

"Go home."

"Yeah. We don't want you here."

"Rick."

"I don't work for you. You want me gone? Speak to your

father."

"Oh, but we want you gone today, not in four months."

"Or whenever it is he manages to put us on his calendar."

The beautiful brats shared a look between them and the boy

without the nipple ring stopped eating. The other one shook his head the tiniest bit and went back to eating, the nonchalance studied, practiced. "I'm sorry, but there has been a threat upon your life. I won't interfere with your lifestyle or report your actions to your father. My job, our job is your safety." "You aren't here to spy on us?" It was the un-nipple ringed one again. He wondered if he was ever going to figure out which was which. "I am here to keep you alive. Period." He wasn't getting paid enough to be a snitch. The boys exchanged another look, nipple ring sneering a little at the slightly crestfallen look of the other. "You didn't Security - 20

think he actually cared what we were up to, did you,

Basil?"

"Fuck off, Kenny." Basil got up and headed for the door.

He reached out, touched Basil's wrist. "If you're going on

your own, I need to call backup."

The boy turned and looked at his twin. Kenny shrugged and

his mouth twisted a moment. "Sorry, Bay."

Basil -- or Bay or what the fuck ever -- shook of his hand.

"I'll stay. This time." The last two words were pointed,

directed at Kenny.

"Thank you." He almost felt sorry for them.

Almost.

Kenny pushed away from the table and looped his arms

around Bay's neck. "Don't sulk, Bay. We'll go pop a red pill

and float away in the pool."

"Not just float, I hope. Seeing as Brick's not gonna be

running to the old man."

Two pairs of eyes slid to him, watching him as their mouths

met in an obscene kiss.

He simply ate his salad, enjoying the crisp bite of radish,

the green pepper. Beautiful, but spoiled.

They laughed softly and headed for the door, hand in hand.

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He sighed and pushed away from the table, following behind, a shadow.

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Chapter Two Bay was unhappy. Very unhappy. Rick trailed them, an unshakable shadow, no matter where they went. Quiet, unobtrusive, but there. Now, he and Kenny? They were used to being the center of attention, putting on a show. But it wasn't twentyfour/seven, it wasn't at home and the lack of privacy was chafing. It didn't matter that Rick wasn't going to report anything back to the old man, he was still there, watching. And Bay knew Kenny didn't care, even got off on knowing someone was watching and was able to tune them out when he needed to. Of course Kenny could help him forget and not care himself... Bay smiled over at his twin. They were lying out poolside on the long deck chairs, butt naked and getting an all over tan. Every now and then they'd go into the pool to cool off before creaming each other up and getting more sun. He reached out, fingers sliding along Ken's belly to wrap around one sweet hip. Ken's hand petted his and then pushed it away. "Don't mess with my tan, Bay." He bit back his sigh, hand sliding back to his side. He got a long look at their babysitter, sweat making the coffee-andcream skin shine, even in the shade. His cock perked a little. The man was damned good-looking. It was too bad Security - 23

he was their babysitter and not interested to boot. Of course that could be an act. He got up. "Where are you going?" Ken asked. "Going to talk to Rick." "Brick." He chuckled. "Whatever." He didn't bother pulling his swim trunks back on, just walked nonchalantly toward the shade and took a seat near Rick. "Aren't you bored?" "If I'm bored? That means no one's trying to kill you." "No one's trying to kill us. The old man likes thinking he's in control of us." He hated the old man sometimes. Well, most of the time. It was such a fucking cliché -- the rich tycoon who didn't have time for his kids. "I'm pretty expensive for babysitting. You're Basil, right? The introductions happened fast this morning." He made a face. "Bay. Even the old man has conceded on that one. And it's not like he doesn't have the money to burn." He shrugged. He didn't like talking about the old man, the bastard didn't give a shit about him and Kenny, they weren't good enough, weren't sports minded enough, weren't smart enough, weren't enough. "So you're straight?"

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"Does it matter, Bay?" Rick pulled a pack of gum from his pocket, offering it over. He shook his head, grabbing a peach from the bowl on the table instead and starting to peel the skin off with his fingertips. "No, it doesn't really matter, except then I'd know if I'm going to have to work hard or really hard to seduce you." That got him a laugh, deep and low and surprisingly sexy and real. "You are something else and I'm an old man, but I appreciate the thought." "You look pretty good for an old man," he told Rick, letting his gaze drag up nice and slow along Rick's body. "Thank you." Rick nodded once, slow and easy. "What do you study in school?" He shrugged. "We started off in business admin. That lasted a term." "We're finding ourselves," added Ken and Bay grinned. He hadn't thought it would take Ken long to join him. "I hear that. I had three majors before criminal psych." Rick nodded to Kenny. "And are you a Ken? Kenny? Kendrick?" "Ken. Not that you'll be able to tell us apart once we're changed." Bay smiled. Fooling people was one of the best things about having an identical twin. Well. Aside from the twin himself. Most of the time. He reached out to touch Ken's Security - 25

side, fingers sliding on the warm skin. It was good, touching Kenny. It made everything okay. "I won't be able to, but O'Neal will and he'll teach me." Rick offered the gum to Kenny, too. Kenny shook his head at the gum, too. Gum? What was the guy, twelve? "Bullshit, O'Neal will." "He will. I can't tell you how and it might take him a few days, but he will. It's uncanny." He looked at Ken and the two of them grinned. No fucking way. Not even the guys they fucked could tell, each of them taking their turn as each other, the guy never knowing he was fucking Ken pretending to be Bay or vice versa. "Once Ken takes out the nipple ring, all bets are off." "Who says I'm taking it out? Maybe you should get one put in." He tilted his head, pretending to consider it. "Maybe." Not likely, he hated needles. But their babysitter didn't need to know that. Rick didn't seem the least bit shocked. In fact, besides looking hot, the man looked perfectly at ease. He was impressed despite himself. There they were naked, discussing piercings and the man wasn't batting an eyelash. "Of course maybe you should get a PA," murmured Ken, making his eyes widen. He gasped softly as his brother's Security - 26

hand wrapped around his prick, stroking him until he was hard. "Kenny..." Rick chuckled. "You two are like bunnies. Man, to be young again." "We could get you up. Get you off," Ken told Rick, still working him. Bay squirmed, enjoying it, but... well they were at home, it was supposed to be just them here and Ken wasn't even trying to be discreet now. "I appreciate the offer, but I'm on the clock." "So when you get off, we'll get you off." Ken reached out with his free hand and slid it along Rick's chest. Ken loved pushing. Rick removed Ken's hand, placed in on the table, the motion gentle, relaxed. "I'm working, Ken. I'm serious about my job." "So call your backup; he can watch while the three of us fuck." Bay moaned at Ken's words. Damn, that was a pretty picture. Those pretty cheeks flushed dark, the first real emotion the man had shown. That was all Kenny ever needed, some sign, no matter how small, that he was getting to you. The hand around Bay's cock slid away, Ken pushing up against Rick, hands sliding Security - 27

on the solid body. "You can do Bay. He loves getting fucked. I'll fuck you after while he watches." Rick stood, the motion smooth and careful, easing Kenny away. "On the clock, remember?" "So, like I said, get the other guy." Ken pushed back up against Rick and Bay held his breath. They weren't used to being refused. Kenny especially. Ken was easily placed in his chair. "O'Neal's asleep." "Oh, is he?" said Ken. "Well then, I'm going shopping." "We are?" Bay asked, still a little breathless, wanting to fuck, not shop. "No, Bay. I am." Ken gave Rick a hard smile. "Guess you're going to have to wake Sleeping Beauty up after all." Rick stared back, cool as a cucumber. "I can see your father was right. We will need to bring in more people. I'll have two more full time guards installed along with two backups. Congratulations, Ken. You've gone from a shadow to an entourage." Bay felt his heart drop, but Kenny grinned. He loved a challenge. "Excellent. All the more fun to lose." Bay looked at Ken, trying to get his twin's attention. Bad enough to have lost their privacy to Rick and O'Neal, with an entourage they'd have to hole up in their room for any privacy. But Ken was in his own little world, puffing up for Security - 28

the challenge. Bay bit his lip and bent to his peach, pretending that finishing peeling it was taking his full attention. Rick nodded, dialed a number on the cell. "Anne? This is Rick Patterson. I'm going to need four more men as per Mr. Jonas Templeton’s earlier discussion. Vin Tram, Bob Sullivan, Mike Squires and Lee Chin. Please arrange their pay and rooms? Excellent, I'll make my calls." Then another call was made. "O'Neal. You're going public with Primary One. I'm staying domestic with Primary Two and bringing in the full team." Ken gave him a look. "You here that, Bay? I'm 'primary one'." "I heard, Ken." He'd heard "full team", too. A whole bunch of guys, watching them, invading their privacy and Ken taking off to split them up and try and ditch them as often as possible. He gave Rick a considering look. "Are the threats real? I mean do you know they're real, or are you going by what the old man told you?" Ken snorted before Rick could answer. "Of course they're not real, Bay. He's trying to show us who's boss." Those dark eyes met his. "I was in the process of moving to the Caribbean when your father contacted me. The threats are deadly serious. I don't play games."

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"Oh, come on, Bay, what's he going to say? No, it's all a game?" Ken laughed. "Of course that's all it is, isn't it?" Bay got up and grabbed Ken's arm, dragging his twin a few feet away and speaking quietly. "I don't want to play, Ken." "Don't be a baby; we have to be strong if we're going to beat the old man on this one." "Kenny, he's bringing in 'the full team'. If we're good, it'll just be the two of them." "Fuck, Bay, don't go soft on me." "I don't want to be watched all the time; is that too much to ask for?" "And is it too much for me to ask for your support once in awhile." He shook his head. "You have my support!" "Yeah, well sometimes it feels like it only ever goes the other way, you're so fucking needy sometimes, Basil." Ken sneered at him and pulled away. "I'm going shopping. On my own." Bay tried not to let the hurt show and he slowly and carefully went and picked up his towel, feeling vulnerable and very naked suddenly. He hated it when Ken got mad at him. It was worse than anything. "No, boy, you're not. You're going shopping with yours truly." O'Neal appeared, red-eyed, bare-chested, pulling a Security - 30

shirt over a shoulder holster. "Does he have enough money to shop with his willie flopping around, Rick?" "I imagine he thinks so, yes, O'Neal." Bay wrapped his towel tight around his chest, fading into the shadows at the corner of the house, watching Ken blustering his way through. His beautiful, precious, stupid twin. "I'm not going naked," sneered Ken. "And you can come along, if you can keep up. I'm taking the Porche and I'm driving alone." O'Neal laughed, the sound amused and harsh. "Oh, he's a charmer. What do you think, Rick? Can I keep up?" Rick simply nodded. "Especially if I assure a police escort waiting at the end of the drive." The red-headed nodded. "Be careful, boy, or I'll make sure someone's holding your cock when you piss and checking to make sure you wiped your ass well enough." Ken laughed. "Promises, promises. And that police escort? They're going to get bored of that Brick, darling, you wait and see." With that as his parting shot, Ken went inside, without even glancing Bay's way. He tried not to let that hurt, reminded himself that Ken saw this kind of thing as a challenge and when he was all riled up he got focused. Bay was going to wait long enough for Ken to have changed and gone and then he was going to retreat to his room where he could be alone. If they were going to be allowed that now that Ken was pushing. Security - 31

O'Neal followed Ken with a chuckle, almost bouncing. "Don't worry on the cops, Rick. I have the GPS tracker, I'm good." Rick sighed, nodded, and then met his eyes. "I'm sorry, Bay." He straightened. He didn't need anyone to feel sorry for him. "For what? Being a bigger asshole than he is?" He let the towel drop and jumped into the pool and started swimming, back and forth and back and forth until his arms and legs were shaking with exhaustion. *** He hadn't had so much fun in years. Simon had chased the little smartass all over town, staying close enough to irritate, to infuriate, and the madder the kid got, the more fun he had. He'd been on his way to Alaska when Rick had called, said that Jonas needed them and they had to go. Lousy prick, calling him, letting him hope for a second that... Eh. Whole thing was dead now. He lit another cigarette, stood at the bar watching Primary Dipshit Number One drink, sipping at a Coke. Still, if it stayed like this? He wouldn't be bored. The kid moved through the dancers to the other side of the bar, rubbing up against a big guy in leather. Money and a Security - 32

small packet changed hands, leather dude's hands coping a feel or twenty. He called Rick, watching. "Hey. Drugs?" "Bring it back, we'll test it. Old man doesn't want arrests either. You at a bar?" "Yep. Rosa's on 27th." Don't, Rick. Fucking don't ask. He hadn't touched booze in over three years, and he wasn't going to start today. To his surprise, Rick didn't. "You need someone to pick up a car?" "Not yet. He's still okay." He walked across the dance floor, following Ken and leather boy toward the bathroom, slipped the packet from Ken's pocket. "When I know it's not poison? You can have it back." "What the fuck? That's mine!" Ken tried to get the packet back from him. "Yep. And once it's checked, you can have it back. Think waiting period." He met leather boy's eyes. "Good evening, I'm O'Neal, Mister Templeton's security." "I want the fucking stuff now, O'Neal." Ken glared for a moment and then turned to leather boy. "I've got loads of cash and I'll give you a blow. In the men's room where we can have some privacy."

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He met leather boy's eyes. "And I have ten years on the LAPD and contacts out my ass. Capiche?" Leather boy held up his hands. "Sorry, Kenny, leave your lapdog at home next time." Oh, that pissed the kid off. Big time. Ken glared at him and pushed past him, heading hard for the door. He chuckled and followed, his car parked close with the handicapped sticker while the adorable had to wait. Ken drove off with a squeal when his car finally showed, pulling up at another bar a few blocks away. The kid started drinking heavily. He buzzed Rick again. "Send someone for the kid's car. I'll get him home or in a cab, but he's not driving." "Vin's on his way. You need a break?" "No. I'm good. Who's watching the other one?" "Mike's here. I'm about to go find food." "Cool." He hung up without another word. He watched Ken drink some more, watched him rub up against several guys in what was no doubt supposed to be dancing. Then one of the guys he was 'dancing' with dragged Ken off the floor and toward the back. Simon unsnapped his holster and followed, quick as a bunny and nowhere near as fluffy. Ken was laughing, drunk off his ass as this guy pushed him up against the wall Security - 34

in an alcove beyond the bathrooms, hands tugging down Ken's jeans. The strobe lights from the dance floor made the shadows dance and the bass from the music was making the floor vibrate. He moved close enough to see if the guy had a weapon, to see if Ken changed his mind. What the guy didn't have was a condom or any lube, two fingers going ungently into Ken. "Hey! Ease up, asshole." The words were slurred, but clear enough. "And cover your fucking prick or get lost." "Bit far along for that, isn't it?" He stepped forward, watching. No one hurt his primary. "Come on, baby, you're going to love what my prick does to you." "No barebacking!" "Who's gonna stop me, baby?" "That would be me, jackass." He gave the bastard a grin, let him see the pistol. Ken glared at him. "I can take care of myself, O'Neil, go away." The asshole with his primary wasn't so cavalier though, he backed off, doing up his jeans. "Hey, I don't want any trouble." "I appreciate that in a man. Thank you." Security - 35

"Damn it, O'Neil! What the fuck is your problem?" Ken was drawing his pants up, working them closed with clumsy fingers. "You have the problem, son. You chose to make this hard." "Speaking of hard, if you're going to chase off anyone who's going to fuck me, you'd better be ready to do it yourself. Come on, O'Neil, drop your trousers and show me what you've got." He snorted. "You're fine, kid, but I'm working and, while I might -- and I mean might -- fuck you in a safe place? This isn't happening." "Thanks for nothing, asshole." Ken pushed past him, going to the bar for another shot of something and then storming out. "Where the fuck is my car?" He shrugged. "I was with you, bright eyes." The kid could bitch tomorrow -- when Rick was on duty. Of course in the meantime, he was going to have to listen to Ken ream out the valet, the valet's boss and the club's manager. And then the kid started talking about calling the police. "You want to wait 'til we get you home so you don't go to jail for drunk and disorderly?" Ken's eyes narrowed. "Someone stole my car. I think I'll call from the scene of the crime." Security - 36

"You sure it's stolen, kid?" Come on, pretty boy, test me. I'm getting fucking bored. "I left it with the fucking valet and now it's not here." Ken waved the ticket under his nose. "What do you think happened to it?" "Aliens? Mafia? Maybe it was scared of being crashed by a little drunk." "Fuck you!" Ken pulled out his cell phone and started pressing buttons. "We've already had that conversation, Ken." He called Vin. "Kid's calling home. Pissed. Drunk." "I got the car parked, Boss. We're gold. Fucking fine ride." "Cool. Primary Two okay?" "Pouting. Mike's bored already." "Poor baby." He watched the kid try to work the phone. "Bay? Pick the fuck up." Ken looked at the phone and shook it and hit another button and put it back at his ear. "Bay? Finally! Someone stole my car and the asshole Brick shithouse sent after me doesn't give a shit... What do you mean you don't give a shit either? Don’t you fucking hang up on me! Bay! Basil!" "Come on, Ken. I'll give you a ride home and you can scream at him there." Mike was bored after all. Security - 37

"What about my fucking car?"

"We'll deal with your fucking car at the fucking house."

"This is the scene of the crime. I'll deal with it here!"

"Your car is in the driveway of your house, you drunk little

shit." He was getting irritated and he really needed a

burger.

"You asshole! You fucker! You knew all along!" Ken

shouted in his face, started pushing at him.

He sighed and reached up, pressing on Ken's carotid artery

until the kid passed out. He really hated screaming.

He hauled Ken up, nodded to the valet. "Have a good

evening, boys."

He got Ken in the backseat and headed for the closest Burger King before he took the little shit home.

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Chapter Three Ken groaned as he woke.

Oh, fuck, he hurt.

He was dying, he hurt so much.

Even blinking hurt, his eyes opening on moonlight coming

in through the window.

He was in bed.

Naked.

Hurting.

Alone.

Where the fuck was Bay? And why hadn't his twin made

sure he had something so he didn't wake up in pain like

this?

He vaguely remembered going out on his own and that

fucker taking his drugs, ruining his two shots at getting

fucked, and something about his car.

"Bay?" Oh, fuck, his own voice was loud.

He winced over at the clock. 3:37 a.m.

Where the hell was Bay?

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He managed to sit up, swaying a little until the bed stopped spinning so hard. Standing was even worse and he stumbled toward the door that connected his room to Bay's. It was locked. "Bay!" He banged on the door. Why the hell was his door to Bay's room locked? "Bay!" The door to his room opened, that evil fucking red-head looking in. "You okay?"

"Screw you. What the hell have you done to my brother?"

He banged on the door a few more times, starting to shout,

no matter how much it hurt. "Bay! Bay!"

"Last I checked, he was asleep."

His eyes narrowed. "Why'd you lock his door? And why

isn't he waking up? Bay! Bay! Bay!"

"His door was locked when we got home." Red head rolled

his eyes, turned his head, spoke to someone out there.

"Primary two is okay?"

"Yeah, Boss. Pacing. Fine."

"Cool. Night, kid." Then his door was shut.

How dare they? How dare they ignore him?

He went to the door, half expecting it to be locked, but it

flew open. "Where's my stuff?" That would help his head at

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least and then he could go tear Bay's damned door down. His twin never shut him out. Never. Two sets of eyes looked over -- the red-head and a huge ass biker looking thing. "Your stuff?" "You stole my property. Twice," he added as he remembered the missing Porsche. "But I'm talking about the bag of goodies you stole at Rose's." Red looked over at the biker. "Vin run that shit yet?" The biker nodded. "Cut with arsenic, man. Not cool. It's gone." "Fucking shit! Get me something for my fucking head." A green bottle was held up, O'Neal -- that was the fucking red head’s name -- smiling. "Excedrin?" Ken grabbed it, tearing the cap off and trying to remember what all Bay usually did to help. Water. "I need fucking water, too." "He's a demanding little shit, Simon." "Yeah, I noticed." O'Neal handed him a bottle of water. "If you hadn't messed with my shit, I wouldn't be here, demanding. Assholes." He took the bottles of pills and water and slammed the door behind him, wincing and whimpering as the sound fucking hurt. The sound of laughter emanated from the outer room. Security - 41

Fucking assholes. He'd show them. When his fucking head didn't hurt so fucking much. He downed a half dozen pills and drank all the water before trying Bay's door again, but thumping and calling out got him nothing. He made his way back to bed and curled up with a moan. He amused himself with plans of kidnapping and torturing the old man until he finally drifted back off to sleep. *** Rick was up, sitting with Vin and Bob, eating some fruit and planning their day while Simon and Mike slept. "Primary One's going to be a bear today, you two stick to him like glue. I'll be with Primary Two." "Mike says the kid had a meltdown last night. We're hoping he sleeps." Bob winked, chuckled. "Shit. The other one paced all night." Vin shook his head. "I'm going to do a quick run of the perimeter, check their windows again." "Good idea. I'll page you if the sleeping beauties find a prince." He speared a piece of melon, grinned at Bob. "How's the baby?" "Crawling, three teeth. Looks like her momma." "Thank God." Rick smiled at the big guy, the tease comfortable, familiar. Security - 42

The alarms went nuts, Primary One's bedroom window. He drew his weapon, Bob already calling Vin as he burst in the room. Ken was halfway out the window. "Shit!" The kid scrambled to get the rest of the way out.

Asshole. He grabbed the kid's feet as Vin got around to the

front.

"In or out, Boss?"

"In. He can use the door."

"Let go of me, you fucker!" Ken kicked and wriggled.

He hauled Ken in, shut the window. "You can go where

you want, but you're getting tailed. Get used to it."

"So whatever asshole is following can steal my stuff? You

assholes owe me a hundred bucks and next time I am calling the cops if my car disappears." "The shit you bought? Dirty. Laced with poison. Wouldn't have killed you, but you wouldn't be walking today, maybe not tomorrow." He was going to beat Simon with a shoe. "Says you." Ken glared.

The door to Primary Two's bedroom opened with a soft

click, Bay looking in, eyes a bright green.

"Bay!" Ken went over, but Bay left the door mostly closed.

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"I just wanted to know what the noise was." The door closed again, lock loud as it clicked. He winced a little for the kid, but kept his mouth shut, moved out to the security room, leaving Vin to guard the window. The banging started, Ken hitting Bay's door and calling out Bay's name. Bay came out of his own room. "I'm going down for breakfast." "Yes, sir." He stood, following silently. Bay went to the kitchen and poured himself a bowl of cereal with milk, sitting in the small table in the corner. Rick didn't crowd, just stood and watched. Bay looked up at him. "Is he okay?" Rick nodded. "He bought some drugs that were laced with arsenic. Simon took it. He didn't drive drunk, Simon brought him home." "He gets in trouble when he goes out alone. I should have been with him." Bay made a face. "He's an idiot." "Simon watched him, kept him safe." Rick almost smiled. "Simon is the best, Bay." "If he promises to behave, will you call everyone else off? Have it just be you and Simon again?" "Yes." Rick nodded. "I'm not here to fuck up your life, Bay. I'm here to protect you." Security - 44

Bay's face lit up. "Okay, I'll talk to him." The kid got up, heading back upstairs. He chuckled. "Bay?" "What?" "Can you wait two minutes and let me get a glass of juice, please?" "You've got guys crawling all over this place; I can't go up to our rooms on my own?" "Not until we have a system down." He walked over to Bay, serious. "Let us get settled, get familiar with the grounds, with you, and things will ease." "We were kind of hoping you'd go away." There were dark bruised marks under Bay's eyes, testament to his night of pacing. "I know. When the threat is gone, we'll go." "I'll wait for you to get your juice." "Thank you." He poured himself a glass, drinking a few swallows so it wouldn't spill, and then followed Bay back to the rooms. Bay knocked on Ken's door. "I'm coming in, Kenny." The kid disappeared into his brother's room. A few moments later there was yelling and crashing and then a thump and things went quiet. Security - 45

Fuck a duck. He knocked once. "You okay?" There was a muffled sound and another thump. He opened the door, gun drawn, Bob standing up and pulling his piece. The twins were on the floor, humping madly, mouths fused. He shook his head, waved Bob back. "It's fine." Then Rick shut the door, giving the boys their privacy, their space. *** Bay lay beneath Ken's body, hands dragging over warm skin. "If you're good, Ken, it'll go back to just Rick and Simon." "And then the old man's won." "Kenny, Rick says the threats are real." He was worried Rick was right. Ken snorted. "Yeah, sure." "Why would he lie?" "Fine, he thinks they're real, so the old man convinced him. Doesn't mean they are." "But what if they are? What if there are some assholes out there who want to hurt us because of him?" God knew the old man was an asshole; maybe he’d pissed the wrong guys off. It could happen. "Come on, Bay, you don't really believe that, do you? I mean you're not falling for Rick's line, are you?" Security - 46

"I want all these people gone, Ken. Two is better than six!" He slid his hands on Ken's spine. "Please, Ken? I don't like having all those people here, knowing they're watching me all the time." "All right. But they'd better back off -- that Simon asshole took my stuff, ran off the guys I was with and had my car brought back here and let me think it was stolen. I'm not putting up with that crap." Bay started to laugh. "And he wouldn't fuck you." "How did you know?" He pushed Ken off him and got up, pulling his clothes on. "Because I know you. I'm glad he took your stuff -- Rick said it was full of poison." "Another lie." He rolled his eyes. "Get dressed and let’s go tell Rick so he can rid of everyone." "This is really freaking you out." "You're only just figuring that out?" Bay tried to keep the hurt out of his voice. There weren't a lot of people who honestly gave a shit about him, but Ken was supposed to be one of them. The important one. And Ken always did, when he wasn't too busy being a paranoid asshole. Ken wrapped his arms around Bay from behind and kissed his neck. "Sorry, Bay, I'll try, okay?" Security - 47

He nodded and took Ken's hand, leading him out to talk to Rick. Rick was filling out paperwork, the oriental and the big blond playing cards and fiddling with monitors. Bay poked Ken. Ken gave him a glare and cleared his throat. "I'll behave if you call off the extra dogs." Rick looked up. "That includes sneaking out, Ken. I will not sacrifice your safety." Ken rolled his eyes, but dutifully promised not to sneak out. Bay was almost bouncing, a weight lifting off his shoulders. "Okay. I'll send the extras home. So unless we're having a problem or a day off? I'm your morning guard, Simon's your night." "So does that mean we can fuck you at night and Simon during the day?" Bay rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help but giggle. God, he loved Kenny. Rick looked over, chuckling, shaking his head. The interesting thing? The long, serious look the other two shared, the complete lack of laughter there. Bay was glad they were going. Security - 48

"We're going down to the pool, Rick. You're coming with, right?" He trusted Rick, not those other two. "I am." Rick looked over at the others. "Consider yourselves on the standard retainer. I'll set up a relief schedule tonight. Tell your wife hello from me, Bob." Bay took Ken's hand and tugged his brother out to the pool, feeling better than he had since they'd first found out about Rick and Simon in the first place. *** Rick nudged him, "Come on, wake up now." Simon smiled, reached out for his lover, hand sliding over one long thigh. "Do we have to, babe?" "Wake the fuck up, O'Neal." His eyes flashed open, the dream shattering into a thousand pieces and leaving him hot-cheeked and needing a smoke. "Sorry. My shift, yeah?" "Yeah. Mike's on call. The boys are being good." His hand was removed from Rick's leg with a look of somebody pulling off a leech. "Let me grab a shower and I'll be there." He stood up, stark naked, but not worrying on it. He couldn't be less hard and Rick had seen it all before. Didn't want it, either. He made the bed and grabbed his shaving kit and a pair of Security - 49

jeans, an ironed shirt. A pack of cigarettes and a couple aspirin. Rick left without another word, leaving him to shower and shave and wish to fuck Jonas hadn't wanted both of them here. Thirteen years of being lovers, ten years of being business partners and, hell, after two years of being one without being the other, he was fucking ready to quit, too. But no. No. Fucking Jonas Templeton had to piss off the meanest fucking drug lord in Columbia and now his smartass kids needed protection. "We owe him, O'Neal."

"I don't like it either, O'Neal."

"We don't have to talk but about the job, O'Neal."

"You don't have a fucking choice, Simon. Once this is over,

we never have to look at each other again."

He lifted his face to the spray. Never again. Fuck.

He let the water run for a while, pouring over him, not

thinking.

By the time he strapped on his piece and his jeans, he was

ready to face anything -- twins, death, aggravation.

Even Rick.

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Ken wanted to go out, get high, get drunk, get fucked, but Bay didn't. His twin was tired from no sleep and Ken had promised to be good, which meant no splitting up, at least for a day or two. Besides, Bay's eyes were heavy on him and he knew his twin wanted him. He could live with that. And it was almost eight, which meant it was tall, dark and studly's time off, which meant his excuse of “I'm on the clock” wouldn't hold much water. They were in the game room, playing pool and drinking beer, munching on nachos. And in a flash of brilliance, Ken figured to ask Rick to play pool once he was off the clock. Once the man agreed to stay, he was sure his considerable charms would do the rest. He put himself in Rick's space. "Almost shift change time, Brick. You gonna stick around and play the winner?" He nodded at the pool table where Bay was in the process of lining up a shot that Ken knew his twin was going to miss - it was too ambitious for Bay. Rick tilted his head. "One game, sure, if your brother doesn't mind." Bay scratched his shot and made a face. "I'm not as good as Ken." "Story of our lives." Bay stuck his tongue out at him, but Ken grinned, unrepentant as he moved back to the table and finished out his shots, sinking the eight ball last.

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The red-head walked in, hair still wet, nodding once to Rick before going to sit back in the shadows, watching. Bay handed his stick over to Rick and got a Coke out of the fridge at the bar, sitting to watch. "You wanna break, Brick?" he asked, moving into Rick's space again. "Sure." Rick took his shot, broke clean and sank two balls, neat as anything. "I'm solids." He hummed a little and ran his hand from Rick's chest to his belly. "You sure are." Rick's eyes met his, laughing. "Flirt. My shot." He smiled and nodded. "Yeah, it's that, too. We should make it interesting; put a little something on the game." "I don't want to take your money, Ken." Rick took another shot, sank another ball. Ken laughed. "I wasn't thinking money." He leaned against the table, giving Rick a nice long once-over. Nope, he hadn't been thinking of money at all. Rick lined up to shoot, when the red-head cleared his throat, the ball going wide. "Your shot." Ken chuckled. "Your partner's not helping you out any. So what are we playing for? Beer? Backrubs? Blowjobs?" "Beer." Security - 52

"Yeah, the man's blow... backrubs leave something to be desired." Simon's words were laughed off, but those long fingers tightened on the cue. He shot a look at the redhead at the back of his room, question in his eyes as he looked at Bay. His twin nodded a little and shrugged. He tilted his head, grinning as Bay got up and strolled over to where Simon was sitting. "Beer's a good start." He made his first two shots, but missed the third. He didn't really care if he lost, in fact Rick might loosen up a little with a beer in him. The game went quick, Rick sinking the eight ball without much trouble. "Good game. Thanks." He nodded and went and got Rick a beer. "You'll give me a chance to prove I can beat you, I hope." Rick nodded and took the bottle. "I suppose. One." He licked his lips and rubbed his hip along Rick's as he moved to the table. "Just one?" "One." Rick's voice was something special, low and deep. "Well then, we'd better make it worthwhile, wouldn't you say?" He leaned over and collected the balls, setting them up. Rick finished the beer, throwing the bottle away. Security - 53

Ken went to the front of the table to break, leaning over and wiggling his ass. "This time we'll play for that blowjob." Before Rick could answer, he broke, sending a striped into the corner pocket. "Oh, now. I don't think so." Rick gave him a look, a grin. He straightened up. "Why not? You're off the clock." Rick's eyes slid over to Simon and back. "I'm not a public type of guy, Ken." "Bay'll distract him." He went up to Rick, close enough to slide against the big body, though he didn't. Not yet. "Or we can go up to my room." "Go for the backrub and you've got a deal." "All right." He hoped Bay was watching, seeing how good he was being. He was compromising. Well. Biding his time and taking what he could get in the meantime. It was still a big step. He sank two more balls and then missed. Damn. He wanted this one, wanted to see what it felt like to have those big, dark hands on his skin. Rick took his shots, sinking three in a row. He needed for Simon to say something to make the man scratch again. Or he could do it himself. As Rick lined up the next one, he moved up close again. "You're got such good form. You'll have to teach me how you do it." "Years and years of practice." Rick winked, shot again. Security - 54

"Don't you want to correct my form?" he asked. Rick chuckled low, hip bumping his. "I'm not sure you could handle a hard schooling, Ken." "I could handle a hard fucking though, Rick. Something nice and long and hard." "You don't practice much subtlety, do you?" "Subtlety rarely gets you what you want." Subtlety was for losers who didn't have the balls to come out and say what they wanted. "Oh, I don't know." Rick made another shot. "It has its place." "Not at pool," he noted. Damn, he wasn't even going to get a chance to play again. Well he could make the most of giving Rick a backrub, yes, he could. He shot a glance at Bay, his twin sitting near Red, watching him. Red's eyes were fastened on Rick, watching every movement. He snorted. He thought the two of them were supposed to be watching him and Bay, not each other. His eyes narrowed at the thought. Could they be...? Rick made another shot, reclaiming his attention. He filed the possibility away -- it could be useful. Rick scratched, handed him the cue ball with a smile. Simon got up, fetched a bottle of water from the bar. Bay wandered back over to them. He took his shot, making it Security - 55

and the next two after, but scratching the fourth. Damn, he

was pretty sure that had been his only chance.

He handed the cue ball back to Rick. "Be careful with my

balls."

Rick lowered his voice. "Isn't that your brother's job?"

He laughed, delighted. "He doesn't mind sharing." Long as

he got to watch.

"That's friendly of him. Eight ball in the corner pocket."

"I've got a ball in my pocket that's interested in your cue."

He leaned against Rick's hip, rubbing his hard-on against

the man.

"You're pushing farther than flirting."

"I want more than flirting, Rick. You said yourself I wasn't

subtle." He was getting tired of the chase and wanted to get

down to the doing.

Rick sank the eight ball, put the cue down. "My game."

"Yep. Looks like you get the blowjob. Lucky for you, I'm

good at them."

"You want to continue this discussion, we'll do it in

private."

"That's fine by me, Rick." His eyes flicked to Bay, seeing

the pleading there. "You gonna let Bay come along?"

"Okay." Rick nodded lips tight. "To discuss."

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"Sure. Let's go." He put down his cue and grabbed Rick's arm, linking his hand through it and heading off. Let Bay worry about keeping up and tagging along, Ken knew when to press his advantage. And he couldn't wait to get a piece of that beautiful ass. *** This was a huge mistake. Huge. Vast. He was considering having sex with a client's son. With a kid who had the impulse control of a gnat. Why? Because Simon had pissed him off. Touched him this evening, called him babe. Left him hard and heart-sick and needing. And damn it, he wanted Simon to see he was over this. See that he had moved on, that it was over. That even though he hadn't been enough to put Simon's ghosts to rest, he was man enough to have gotten over that short, haunted ass. He was about to follow the twins into their bedroom when a hard hand grabbed his upper arm, spun him around. "What the fuck are you doing?" Security - 57

"You're on duty, why do you care?" "They're clients." "They're adults." "They're Jonas' boys." "I don't answer to you, O'Neal." God, those eyes were something else, shining, furious. "You ought to answer to somebody." Ken's voice sounded before he could respond, the boy standing in the doorway with his twin behind him, head leaning on Ken's shoulder. "There's no need to fight over us. You're both sexy fuckers. There's two of you, two of us. Bring it on." Simon looked over at Ken, pain written all over the stocky body. "No. There aren't two of us." Ken looked annoyed and confused, the look on Bay's face gentle, almost compassionate as Ken kept talking. "Okay, so one of you is one duty. So call your damned back up. Or you can wait and I'll do you in the morning after shift change. Come on, guys, you're killing the mood." Simon backed off, let his arm go, and then stepped away, moving to stand behind the monitors, the light shadowing the drawn face. Fuck. Security - 58

Ken's warmth came up behind him, one hand going around his waist to stroke his belly, the other sliding down from his shoulder. "Come on, handsome. You wanted privacy, it's a step away." When he stood there, frozen, Ken's hand wandered further south, rubbing at his cock. "Want you. I want to fuck you while my brother watches and then you can do him. We've talked about it ever since we first saw you. Talked about how hot you were." Rick’s cock jerked and he turned to look at Bay, at Ken. "Why? You have each other." Ken shrugged against him. "Because I want to. Because I can." Bay shook his head, the bright eyes looking at Ken. "Because we're from the same egg. We're still half a soul together." Simon made a single sound, and it hit Rick like a bucket of ice water. Simon had said something like that to him, the night Samuel had died, leaving his then-lover sobbing and lost, broken. He was an asshole, but he wasn't vicious. "I'm sorry, I can't." "What?" Ken's hands were still roaming, his body, sliding along his hardening cock. "Bullshit. This says you can. You want to, even!" He stepped away, "Thanks for the offer."

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"Fuck you!" Ken shouted at him, hand winding up to clock him one. Bay's hand wrapped around Ken's wrist. "He said no, Ken. Leave him alone." "No! No fucking way. These guys come in here to our home and act like they fucking own the place. They don't let us go where we want; they steal our property and treat us like fucking babies. And finally when it looks like I'm going to get some -- after having been denied twice yesterday thanks to these assholes -- he changes his fucking mind? No fucking way." Rick saw red, stepping right into the kid's space, growling. "If I remember, we were discussing a backrub." "Bullshit, we were talking about you coming and us fucking, you know that as well as I do." Bay tugged on Ken's arm. "Come on, Kenny. Come with me." Rick opened his mouth to respond when the alarms went off and Simon roared. "Rick! Move them now!" He grabbed both boys as the explosion hit, the entire house trembling. They landed in a heap against the far wall, glass and mortar, wood and plastic flying. Bay was screaming for Ken, the two boys wrapping around each other. Simon grabbed one of the huge bug-out bags, tossed him Security - 60

one without a word and reached down, grabbed a twin and pulled. "Move." The twins clung to each other, stumbling along at Simon's insistence. Rick grabbed the other twin and started pulling. He met Simon's eyes and nodded. He'd go to the southeast, Simon midwest. Simon headed toward the garage; he needed to run for the motorcycle stashed behind the greenhouse. His primary was fighting him, trying to stop him, to pull away, hitting at him and yelling that they needed to go back for Kenny. "Kid, don't make me knock you out. Move. Now." He'd explain later. "But Kenny!" Bay stumbled along with him, still dragging some, trying to find his brother through the chaos. "Simon's got him." That seemed to calm Bay some; the kid stopped fighting him at least, though the tears starting to fall told him the kid was falling apart fast. "Come on, Bay. Hold it together." He strapped the bugout bag in the trailer and grabbed two helmets. "You ever ridden a motorcycle?" Bay nodded, taking one of the helmets from him and putting it on with trembling hands. "K...Kenny had one. He, he, he crashed it." Security - 61

"I won't crash. I promise." "Okay." Bay looked small and vulnerable without his brother next to him. His eyes were large, pupils dilated with shock. Dirt, streaked by tears, covered the pretty face. "Come on, Bay. Simon's got Kenny. I've got you. Sullivan's got your dad. Let's go." He got Bay settled and rolled down the pasture, not looking back, not noting the damage. He had one goal. Get the Primary away. Bay's arms wrapped around his waist, holding on tight. He headed east, hitting the highways as soon as he could. He'd be in Phoenix by two and they could stop there.

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Chapter Four Bay was exhausted and scared and alone.

He was clinging to Rick's body as they sped along on a

motorcycle. They'd been riding forever it felt like and with every second it felt like he was further away from Ken. He'd believed Rick that the threats against them were real. Sort of. Theoretically.

Reality was way too real.

He could still hear the explosion, could feel being squished

between the wall and Rick, Ken's hands hard on his arms.

Ken. God, he wanted Kenny so badly.

He wanted to sleep, too, he was so tired and he kept

thinking if he went to sleep maybe Kenny would be there

when he woke up.

Of course he was also terrified to sleep -- what if he let go

of Rick and fell off the motorcycle.

His thoughts raced from one thing to another.

He almost didn't notice when the motorcycle slowed and

then stopped.

"Okay. We're going to stop and sleep. We're going in

together, don't talk to anyone." Rick turned, looked at him.

"You with me, Bay?"

"Is Kenny inside?" he asked.

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"No. Simon's got Ken." "They're not meeting us here?" His voice got a little shrill, but he needed Kenny. They didn't do well apart. "Bay." Rick met his eyes. "I'll explain the schedule when we're in the motel room." He didn't like the sound of that. Not at all. He started to feel all shaky, like he was going to fall right apart. He blinked back tears and nodded. "Okay." Okay. They'd go into the motel and Rick would tell him how they'd go meet Simon and Kenny in the morning. He could do that. Rick muscled him through the check in and upstairs and right into the bathtub, stripping him down and getting him in the hot water. "Do you hurt anywhere?" "What?" He looked at Rick, blinking up at him, feeling like he was floating away, so far away. "Do you hurt? Did you hit your head?" "I miss Kenny. I got squished against the wall, but Kenny was with me when that happened." "Kenny's with Simon. They're going to a safe house, and so are we. Once we know things are safer? We'll meet in another place." Security - 64

He frowned. That didn't sound like they were going to be meeting Kenny in the morning. "We're going to the same safe house as Kenny and Simon?" Everything seemed so far away, so strange. "Not yet. In a few weeks. They'll have a harder time finding you if you're separated." "Oh." Someone was looking for him. For him and Kenny and they had to be separated so they couldn't be found. He wrapped his arms around his knees. They'd taken Kenny away from him. "You need to breathe, Bay. Everybody's okay. Everything's going to be cool." Rick washed him, nice and easy. "I can't sleep without Kenny." And he was tired. So tired. He hadn't slept at all last night, had just dozed during the day, sitting in the sun with Kenny wrapped around him. He couldn't sleep without Kenny. "You can. I'll help." Rick lifted him out of the tub, wrapped him in a towel. He shook his head. It was okay. He'd sleep when Kenny came back. Or they went to Kenny. Or whatever. Rick was nice though and was going to take care of him. He hoped Simon would take care of Kenny. "Kenny's okay, right?" Rick nodded. "Simon is the best anywhere. Your brother couldn't be safer." Security - 65

"What did he do? That someone's so pissed off at him they're trying to kill me and Kenny?" Kenny could be a bastard and they'd both been callous enough in their lives, but they'd never... never done anything worth someone killing over. "Your dad?" Rick chuckled. "Believe it or not? The crazy bastard refused to do business with someone. That someone happened to be a big time Columbian who makes your dad look like an innocent lamb." He shivered. "That's crazy." "It is. Odd time for Jonas to get all honorable, too." Rick got him settled in the bed, sheet pulled over him. He curled up in on himself, missing Kenny's warmth at his back. Missing Kenny. He started to shiver, shaking so hard his teeth were chattering. Rick sighed and pulled off his shoes, checked the door. Then Rick settled behind him, solid and hot. "Sleep, Bay." "I'll try," he whispered, feeling better with Rick's solid heat behind him. It was a long time before he stopped shivering though and the sun was up before his eyes finally closed. *** Simon headed northeast, driving hard, putting as much mileage between them and LA as he could. He'd sent the Security - 66

emergency messages to the team, locked the kid in the backseat and drove. He didn't relax until they were out of Cali and heading towards Utah. Fuck. Fuck, if he hadn't stopped Rick. If the kids hadn't come out to fight. Shit. He pulled out a cigarette, lit up. They were going to need gas in an hour, probably a soda, too. "You hurt, kid?" At some point he'd figure out which one he had. He'd been a bit surprised actually, by how quiet the kid had been so far. "I hit the wall pretty hard. Nothing's broken." The kid was watching the road go by out the window. "Bay's gonna be freaking. He needs me." Ah, he'd gotten Ken. "Rick'll take good care of him. We'll stop for a soda in a while." Kid shrugged. "Am I ever going to see him again?" "Yeah. Couple of weeks, tops, and me and Rick will meet in a safe house. You two are too easy to spot together, right now." "Someone really was out to get us." Ken laughed but there wasn't much humor in the sound and he scratched at his eyes. "You should have kept the extra guys on." "Mike was watching the perimeter. He's how we got the Security - 67

seconds we did." He nodded to the stereo. "We're going to be on the road a while. What kind of music do you like?" "A while? I'm not sitting here in the back seat like a prisoner being transporter for 'a while'." The kid started climbing over the front seat. He chuckled, shook his head. "Careful, Ken. I'm driving here." "You gonna stop and let me use the doors?" "Nope." He grinned. He would get the fighter, wouldn't he? "Then I'm coming over this way." Ken managed to come over without bumping him, settling in the seat and even putting on his seat belt without being told. Then the kid started playing with the buttons on the stereo. Simon lit another cigarette, cracked the window. "We're going to stop up ahead. You don't draw any attention to yourself. Soda, snack, piss, back in the car. Okay?" "You got cash, man?" Ken held out his hand. "Yeah." He nodded, handed the kid two twenties. Good boy. "No cards, not for anything. No ID. No record. I want a chocolate bar and a Coke. You pay for the gas." "Shouldn't you be giving me, like, a hat and a fake beard or something?" Ken's eyes twinkled, smile twitching at the corner of his mouth. "Nope. That draws attention." He met Ken's eyes, briefly. Security - 68

"They'll be looking for you. Trust me; you don't want to be found." Ken snorted. "I figured that much out myself about a half second after I heard the explosion, Red. Won't promise not to try convince you to fuck me through the floorboards, but I won't do anything stupid." "That's fair." Simon pulled into the gas station. "Chocolate and Coke. I'm filling her up." "Yeah, yeah, I heard you the first time." Ken got out and headed into the store, pointing out the car he was paying gas for and heading for the washrooms at the back. Thirty seconds after the kid disappeared, he wondered if Ken really did get it or if the kid was going to try to pull a Houdini, but it wasn't much longer before Ken was back out, picking up stuff as he made his way back to the counter. He filled the tank, rearranged the car a little, took two caffeine pills. He'd get them to Kansas, to the little farmhouse and then they'd sit tight and wait. Or sit tight and try to kill each other. *** They drove all night, and Ken managed to sleep through most of it. All he had to do was block Bay from his mind. If he didn't, he got antsy. Bay never slept well without him. Security - 69

Hell, they'd never been separated for more than a day or two and this was promising to be weeks. He also didn't think too much about how close they'd come to getting killed. If he hadn't been trying to get into Rick's pants, he and Bay'd probably both be dead by now. And if that wasn't a reason to keep on trying, he didn't know what was. He left well enough alone while they were driving, though. He did his best work when he could touch and he didn't really want to escape an explosion to take a header off the road. He frowned as they pulled up into the laneway of a dilapidated old farmhouse after sunset the second day. "Tell me this is a front for a five star hotel." "Nope. This is a safe house. It's got an air conditioning unit and electricity. Stocked fridge. It's good." Simon parked the car in a garage around the back, beside a new blue pickup. "It better have a big old bed. If we've got weeks of sitting around and waiting, I'm not planning on doing much sitting." He winked at Simon. Red was pretty sexy in his own right, not "hit you in the face with it when you first saw him" sexy, but a growly, muscle-y grows on you kind of sexy. "There are two bedrooms. Two beds. Kitchen. TV. DVD player. One bathroom." Simon grabbed the big bag and headed toward the house. He followed, keeping up, staying close. "Oh, I don't think Security - 70

we'll need two beds. Best way to get me to shut up and go to sleep is to fuck me." Simon laughed, shook his head. "You are something else, man. Have you always been this horny?" "Pretty much." He grinned at Simon. "And I'm used to having it available to me whenever I want it." "Spoiled brat." Simon opened the door. "What would you have done if Bay had been straight?" He laughed. "Bay? Straight? If either of us was going to be straight it would have been me." "Yeah? You swing both ways?" He shrugged, looking around the farmhouse as they went in. "I'll try anything once. Or twice. Girls are... complicated." The place was quiet, simple. A little dusty, but not unbearable. Sort of plain. "I wouldn't know. Men are complicated enough." "I'm not complicated, Red. I want to feel good. We should go test one of those beds -- it's been like days." Those blue-green eyes looked at him. "You always want to fuck when you're scared?" He went right up to Simon and moved against him, hands on that barrel chest. "I'm not scared, Red. I've got you to protect me." Security - 71

"That you do," Simon stepped forward, meeting him headon. "My name is Simon." He pouted, pressing against the nice, strong body, looking right into Simon's eyes. "You don't like Red?" "I'm not real big on games, Ken. Mind fucks are for work, not play." "Hey, I'm not playing games. I want to fuck you. You don't like nicknames, fine; I promise that when you make me come I'll scream 'Simon' and not 'Red'." "Kid? Quit fucking pushing so hard." Simon pulled him down into a kiss, hard and deep and strong. He made a noise, surprised, shocked and then melted against Simon, mouth opening wide to let the invading tongue in. Simon didn't play, just fucked his lips with a single-minded intensity that filled him. His arms slid around Simon's waist, hands open, sliding over the firm muscles as he rubbed his cock against Simon's hip. Simon tugged him closer, gave him more strength, more pressure. He pulled up Simon's shirt, moaning into the hot mouth as he found skin. The kiss deepened, Simon walking him back toward the wall. Oh, fuck, it was good. Hot and heavy and Simon taking control was the sexiest thing. He moaned as his back hit the wall, his hands finding Simon's ass and tugging him close. That hand on the back of his head tilted him, letting the kiss deepen even further, Simon stealing his breath. He clung, Security - 72

ready to let Simon do anything, as long as it kept feeling this good, this hot, this necessary. His jeans were unzipped, hand hard and hot on his cock, pumping him, making him buck. He wrapped one leg around Simon, bucking and humping into that hand, trusting Simon and all those glorious muscles to keep him up. Simon made his head swim, knew exactly what he was doing, how to make it feel good. 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. Security - 73

"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, Security - 74

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. Security - 75

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.

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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." Security - 77

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 Security - 78

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

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"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.

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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.

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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. Security - 82

"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. "So sensitive." Security - 83

He tugged again, moaning low. Each touch drew another sound from Bay, a shudder or shiver. He spent a good, long time, kissing and licking and laving and touching, making Bay feel. Bay touched him back, fingers random and soft, gasps and moans constant. He was hard, aching, pushing against Bay's thigh, hard as

stone. Bay's legs split, spread, hips tilting in invitation.

He groaned, panting. "I want..."

Bay whimpered, hands on his face. "Please."

"Need a rubber. Shit."

Bay slid against him, moaning. "I don't have... anything."

"I... I do. Later. This will do for now."

Bay shook his head. "Need you. Please."

"Uhn..." He caught his breath, reaching down for his pants,

his wallet.

He fumbled the rubber out, unwrapped it and held it out to

Bay. "Put it on me."

Bay's fingers slid against his and then they were sliding the

condom down over his cock, trembling and fluttering and

touching.

"Oh. Oh, Bay. Careful. Oh." He bucked up, gripping the

base of his cock.

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Bright green eyes shot to his. "I'm sorry." "No. Don't be. I want you." He grinned, winked, grabbed the lube. "Let's get you slick." Bay purred, hands going behind knees to spread the long legs for him. "Oh, you look... Damn, Bay." He slicked his fingers, carefully sliding them behind the tight balls. Bay moaned, pushing toward his fingers. He slid in, deep and easy, slicking Bay up, spreading him. Bay cried out, body jerking, taking his fingers, squeezing them and pulling them in. "Oh... So fine." He pushed deeper, fingers curling, searching. Bay's cry filled the air, his whole body jerking. "Yes." He stroked again and again, watching Bay shift, cock hard and aching. Bay's eyes rolled, head going from side to side, body bucking and bowing. "Are you ready, Bay? I need." "Please. Oh, Rick." He lined up and pressed in, hips sliding his cock into that heat in one smooth motion. Bay gave a gasping moan, the sound low. Warm fingers slid over his shoulders, held on. It Security - 85

was slow and steady, his eyes closed, sinking into Bay over and over. Bay's legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his ass as soft, breathless sounds filled the air. "So good." He arched, pushing harder. Bay was fluid beneath him, moving with him. He reached down, stroked Bay's cock, groaned at the heat around him, the pressure. "Rick!" Bay started moving like a wild thing, riding his cock, pushing into his hand, making noises. "Fuck!" Bay was beautiful. Beautiful. Bay's body rippled around his cock and then squeezed as Bay froze, eyes rolling back in his head again as he came. The come milked right out of him, pleasure zinging up along his spine. Bay's legs slid away from around him, the slender body going limp. He pulled out and trashed the rubber, then settled on the bed, letting Bay decide how much contact they had. Bay didn't even wake up, curled into him with a noise of complaint, not settling happily until he put an arm and leg over the kid. He pulled the blanket over them, holding Bay close. Well, maybe it wasn't a mistake. At least the kid went to sleep. *** Bay stretched and moaned as he woke, turning and blindly Security - 86

looking for Kenny's heat. He whimpered softly, blinking at the light when he couldn't find it. It took him a moment to remember that he wasn't with Ken, he was with Rick. In the safe house. He was surprised he'd slept, but then he remembered Rick fucking him and his cheeks pinked a little. Rick had been thorough, had made him come twice. It felt really good, being touched and licked all over like that, like Rick wanted to touch and taste him everywhere, not just get off. Between he and Ken, he was the sensualist, happy to spend ages touching his brother. Ken liked it harder, rougher, liked trying new stuff. And it wasn't that Kenny didn't satisfy him, not at all. He always got to come, Kenny always made sure he felt good. And when they picked guys up, mostly Bay watched Kenny fuck them. Sometimes he got fucked, but those were always quick and brief and... well, it had been different with Rick and he'd liked it. Liked it a lot. His stomach growled and he realized he was hungry. And he needed to pee. And he wanted Rick to touch him again. He got up and went to the bathroom and then to find Rick. Which shouldn't be hard given the place was little. Rick was pacing, on the phone. "...so we'll hang here a month and head south to meet up. Cool. Thanks man."

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He stopped short. A month. A whole month without Kenny? He whimpered, shaking. Rick hung up, looked over at him. "Hey. Hey, now. Focus. Code, remember? We're leaving in a week and not heading south." "Just a week?" He slumped against the wall. Oh, he could do a week. Even if Rick didn't want to touch him again. He could survive a week without sleeping. "Yep. A week." Rick opened his arms. "C'mere." He went into Rick's arms, burying his face in the warm chest, arms wrapping around Rick's waist and holding on. Man, he missed Ken. Hadn't thought he could make it as long as he had actually without his twin. The old man had tried to separate them once. It had been the most awful twenty-four hours of his life. Rick eased them onto a sofa, a blanket wrapping around them both. "You're doing well, Bay. You're managing." "You must think I'm a freak." "I told you, I was with Simon when Sammy died. The fallout from that ruined a love affair that was over ten years old. I don't think you're a freak." He blinked up at Rick. "Ten years? You and him? Oh man. That must have hurt." Rick nodded, cheeks heating. "Yeah." Security - 88

"Are you still working together because you can't bear to be apart?" He couldn't imagine ever leaving Ken -- look at him, a basket case after a few days. It wasn't that they didn't have their own lives. They didn't take the same classes; in fact he was much more interested in college than Kenny. And Ken went out on his own more often, but they always came together at dinner and at the end of the day and fucked and slept in each other's arms. "We were about to sell the business when your father called. We don't work together if we can help it." "Kenny and I don't always get along, but I can't imagine things being so bad we want to go our separate ways. It would kill me." "Well, Simon sort of broke down and started drinking and things got bad and then, by the time he cleaned himself up?" Rick shrugged. "I was real busy hating him." Bay nodded. "Me and Kenny never stay mad." He couldn't stay mad at Kenny. Not ever. He loved him too much. Even when he was mad and hating, he needed Ken. Rick nodded. "Neither does Simon." "But you do?" "I can, yeah." Rick shrugged. "It doesn't matter anymore." "But you guys are going to be stuck together after next week and ten years is a lot of time to throw away." Security - 89

"Yeah, but..." Rick gave him a sad little smile. "It's too late." "Not if you're both still breathing." And they were going to be stuck together for who knew how long and if he and Kenny were good and stayed out of their way... or in their way if that's what was needed. Well you never knew. His stomach growled again and he was about to say he was hungry when he smelled Rick's toast burning and before he could even process that his eyes stopped working and he started shaking and everything went black.

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Chapter Six Simon flipped the pancakes. He sort of enjoyed being out in the middle of nowhere, enjoyed the peace. The quiet. He was mostly naked, cooking, whistling -- fucking whistling. Still, it was nice to feel easy in your bones. He dug some sausage out, threw it in a skillet. Kenny wandered out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, coming out a few minutes later. "You bringing that back to bed?" "Syrup and sheets don't mix." Saucy little shit. Ken pouted and came up right behind him, rubbing, hand coming around to find his cock and pump. "Syrup and sex does though." "Aren't you hungry?" The kid pushed and pushed. Simon knew he was worried, but damn. "Uh-huh." Ken licked his ear, his neck. He turned the sausage over, teasing. "You want eggs?" "Oh yeah." Ken chuckled, hand sliding down to fondle his balls. "Of course I don't think you want me to crack them." "Hell, no. Those are the O'Neil family jewels." "Mmm... I can see why -- they're nice." Ken moved against him, prick hard and eager. "You're gonna make me burn breakfast." Security - 91

"So you'll make something else. After I fuck you." Ken

never stopped pushing.

He turned the heat off, fixed two plates. "We're going to

eat. Then talk about our plans. Then we can fuck."

Ken took the plates from him, put then on the table and

rubbed up against him. "You got the order wrong, Simon."

"Do you push your brother like this?" He stroked Ken's

spine, petting.

Ken purred and pressed back against his hand, moving like

a cat. "Bay's not here."

"You're a brilliant boy." Simon shook his head, grinned.

"Eat. Talk. Fuck."

Ken pouted, but sat. "That's all there is to do here and only

one of them's any fun."

"I know, but I can't go on no food like you can." He

grabbed the syrup and the butter. "Besides, I cooked."

Ken laughed. "That earns you a blowjob. Doesn't mean we

have to actually eat."

"You need to eat." He winked. "And I'll take the blowjob

after."

"Can I pour syrup on your dick?" "If you lick it off." Security - 92

"That's the plan." Ken grinned at him, pouring syrup liberally over his pancakes. One finger ran through the syrup and Ken started sucking on it. Simon chuckled, dug right in. Ken amused the hell out of him, drove him mad, but amused. "Eat your pancakes." "You do get off on giving orders, don't you?" Ken gave him a cocky little smile and started eating, making it a sexy experience. "Actually, not really. I just don't get off on backing off." "Me neither." Ken picked up his sausage, nibbling at one end. "No..." He let their knees bump together, chuckling. Ken laughed, foot sliding against his leg. "Flirt." He reached over, stole a sausage. "So, news -- your father's fine, the house was damaged pretty bad, got hit three more times." Ken's face closed up and he put his fork down, pushing his plate away. "What's the point of hitting the house once we were gone? Pretty stupid if you ask me." "Well, it means they didn't know you were gone, mainly. In fact, your father's gone pretty public with the 'poor me, I lost my sons' thing. It's buying us time." "Time for what? Screwing? I appreciate the concern for my Security - 93

love life, but if that's all this is, the least you could have done is make sure Bay and I were together." "Fuck off. We're heading off to meet them at the end of the week." Ken relaxed, smile back. "Yeah? Sweet." Ken's foot was back, too, moving up along his leg. "Yeah. We're going to the mountains. See some snow." "Sounds like the perfect setting for snuggling under the covers and getting busy." Ken got up and came around the table, pushing into his lap. "Yeah." He grabbed his last sausage, ate it, and then wrapped his hands around Ken's waist. Ken purred and wriggled, mouth closing on his, eager tongue pushing in. He let Ken in, fingers sliding over the smooth spine, touching and tickling. He couldn't fault Ken's responsiveness; the kid writhed, pushed into his touches and moaned. He kept kissing, kept the touches going, and enjoyed the way their bellies rubbed together. Ken groaned. "You gonna fuck me today, Simon?" "Maybe." He cupped Ken's ass, squeezed, pinched a little. Ken bucked, gasped. "Oh, Simon. Do it again." He pinched harder, letting his nails scrape. A low moan came from Ken, the cock against his belly jerking hard. "You like that." He pushed a little, scratching hard. Security - 94

"Fuck yes!" Ken attacked his mouth, kissing him hard. He met that hunger, pushing back hard, refusing to give any quarter. "Fuck me, Simon. Make me scream." "Pushy, pushy." He tugged Ken closer. "So push back, Simon, you're a big boy." The green eyes

sparkled at him.

Little prick. Simon chuckled, swatted that tight ass.

"Spoiled."

Ken half laughed, half gasped. "Oh, do it again!"

"Ask nicely." He swatted harder.

Ken gasped again, eyes wide. "Will that get me more than

being a brat will?"

"You ought to try and see." He growled a little, kissing

hard enough to make it ache.

Ken shuddered. "Please."

His hand flew, smacking into that fine ass.

Another shudder and Ken's face buried in his throat, breath

hot. "Please."

He struck, popping hard and fast, heating that pretty little

ass. Ken held on tight, sobbing into his neck.

"More?"

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Ken nodded, clinging harder.

He growled, nibbling, nipping, hand burning, blazing on

that skin. Ken clung and rubbed, soft sobs sounding, body

starting to shake.

"Want you to ride me."

"Simon!" Ken shuddered, heat shooting between them.

He groaned, licking at Ken's shoulder. "Yeah."

Ken's head dropped back, the kid moaning softly. "Gonna

ride that fat prick."

"Yes. You'll ride until you make us both come." He leaned up, biting Ken's throat. Ken's prick was still hard and it throbbed against him at his bite. "Fuck yes."

Simon leaned back, watching. "Want you."

"Yeah. Now. Fuck, you're so fucking hot."

Ken shifted, sliding his abused ass against Simon's legs,

moaning and shuddering.

He spread his thighs, nodding, pushing his sweats down.

“Condom,” he managed to get out.

Ken reached back, pushing his plate aside and revealing the

little condom packet hidden there. Cheeky brat. The glove

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slid onto him and Ken shifted again, hand taking his cock and guiding it to that hot little hole. "Fuck, yes." His head rolled, hands landing on Ken's hips. Ken sank right down until his cock was completely engulfed, the kid's hot ass rippling around his cock. The long, slender hands wrapped around his shoulders and Ken started moving, riding him. He leaned in, lips catching the little ring in Ken's nipple, tugging. Ken jerked, cried out and started riding harder, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. The ripples of that fine body milked at his cock and he tugged again, harder. That earned him a scream, the hands holding his shoulders going tight, fingers digging into his skin. Ken moved wildly, ass snapping against him, making the green eyes go wide every time Ken came down. He let one hand slide back, nails scraping along the hot skin. Ken screamed again, breath coming in short gasps, body rippling like crazy around his cock. "That's it. Fucking let go." He scratched again, biting at Ken's nipple, fucking close. Another scream sounded, Ken's eyes rolling back in his head and the kid came hard, squeezing his cock hard enough to almost hurt. He rocked and thrust a few more times, letting go, cock pulsing. Ken collapsed against him, breath coming in quick, sharp gasps against his neck. The kid clung, cuddling and not a smart remark out of his mouth at all. He got rid of the Security - 97

rubber without dislodging his clinging one, then set to stroking and petting, relaxing Ken. Ken was soon purring, melted against him like some huge cat. Oh, now, this was much better. He'd heat up that ass over and over for a few minutes of this. Ken nuzzled into his neck and if he wasn't mistaken, that might have been a 'thank you' murmured inaudibly against his skin. Simon didn't push it, rocking and holding and waiting for the shit to start again. *** Ken was curled up on the couch while Simon watched some movie on the tube. He wasn't really paying attention, just making his presence known anytime Simon's hand stopped touching. He felt fucking fantastic. He hadn't had it rough like that in... well too damned long and it felt good. This of course made him feel guilty. He shouldn't feel this good and relaxed and... languid and sated, not without Bay around. Bay was probably freaking out, and what was Ken doing? Getting the daylights fucked out of him and in a deeply satisfying way at that. He sighed and shifted, his thoughts bumming him out. He was obviously thinking too damned much. He popped up and put his face in between Simon and the Security - 98

television. It was his turn to do a little fucking. "Hey, Simon." "Hey, Ken." Simon gave him a raised eyebrow. "I think it's more than time you let me fuck you." "You do, huh? That kind of thinking's bad for you." "Exactly. So let me do it and we can both not think." He leaned in and licked Simon's lips, lowering his voice. "I'm fucking good at it." "Are you?" Simon pulled and twisted, tugging until they were resting together. He wrapped one leg around Simon's waist, and slid his hands through the fiery curls. "Yep." This time he took a real kiss, the taste of Simon growing more familiar under his lips. He'd never been with anyone but Bay long enough to know what they tasted like. The kiss was long, deep, lazy, Simon's hand heavy on him. He moved slowly, cock growing hard as his need built. Yeah. Yeah, no more thinking, just fucking. "You're like the Energizer bunny." He laughed, rubbing harder. "Hey, I'm going to do all the work this time!" "You're assuming I'll let you fuck me." Simon winked, goosed him. He moaned as Simon's hand on his recovering ass sent fire Security - 99

licking through him. "Of course you're going to let me fuck you, Simon." His voice wasn't nearly as steady as he'd have liked. "I am?" Simon chuckled, nails scraping so lightly. He jerked hard, eyes rolling as the fire flared high. "Uhhuh." "Are you sure?" Simon's teeth slid along his collarbone. "Oh yeah." Eventually. If Simon stopped blowing his fucking mind. He made a noise that might have been a whimper and dropped his head back, ass pushing back into Simon's hand. Simon smiled against his shoulder, fingers sliding into his crease. He whimpered, rubbing his cock against Simon's belly and his ass back against Simon's teasing fingers. "Mmm... hungry, aren't you?" "Fucking starving, Simon." And without Bay to scratch his itch... well. Simon was better at scratching a particular itch now, too, wasn't he?' A finger tapped his hole, popping it with tiny little thumps. He jerked with each one, moaning, cock throbbing, his balls hard against his body and aching. "Fuck... Simon." "Mmm... You're a fucking firecracker, Ken." Simon smiled at him and the look was warm, wanting.

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He laughed breathlessly. "Gonna let me go off on your ass?" "Pop, crackle, snap." Simon chuckled, kissed the breath from him. It got so he didn't care who fucked who as long as the breathless, dizzy, on fire sensations didn't stop. Simon was driving him mad -- teeth and body and words and hands, pushing him higher and higher. "Please," he begged, having learned from this morning. "Fuck, please." "Such a fucking beautiful boy." Simon growled and sat up, draping him over the strong lap, the sound of a bottle snapping open and three slick fingers pushing in deep. He screamed, humping hard up into that invasion. His cock slid against Simon's legs, aching, making him start to shake. "That's it. Let it go." Those fingers pegged his gland, pushing hard. Ken shouted out Simon's name, wailed it as he shot all over Simon's legs, body going limp as he shook and rippled around those thick fingers. Simon kept stroking, kept touching him, easing him down. "Better?" "You're a sneak," he accused, curling around Simon's waist, not at all unhappy. Security - 101

Simon chuckled, patted his ass. "Yup."

He hissed at the residual burn and snuggled in closer, eyes

growing heavy. All he seemed to do here was sleep, eat and

fuck.

If Bay were here? It would be perfect.

***

Rick paced, the doctor checking Bay out. Damn it. They

were going to have to move sooner than he'd thought. Damn kid had a seizure on him and as soon as the Doc gave him the go ahead? He was going to beat Bay to death. "Is he going to be okay?"

The doctor nodded. "He needs his meds. What was he on?"

"I don't know. Hold on." He grabbed the phone, dialed

Mike. "This is Pat. Get me Alan."

They'd be using each others' middle names as pseudonyms

for a while, he didn't even hesitate, pacing, waiting for

Mike to patch him through.

"Yeah?"

"You ask that son of a bitch with you what meds his

brother was on."

"What?"

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"Primary Two is in serious condition, seizing. I need fucking information." "Hold up." He heard Simon's growl and then the phone changed hands. "Bay?" "No. What was he on?" He didn't have time to play. "What? What do you mean was? Where the hell is Bay?" "He's in with the doctor. He had a grand mal seizure. What meds was he on?" "Jesus fuck." Ken made a small noise. "Is he okay? He needs me. Dammit, you assholes had no business separating us!" "Ken. What. Meds. Was. Your. Mother-fucking. Brother. On." He could growl, too. "I don't know!" "You don't know?" He slammed his fist into the wall. "I am going to have to take him to the hospital, Ken, and those assholes looking will find him." There was a half sob on the phone. "I don't know, Rick. Swear to God. It's Fenny something. I think. They kept changing it and I stopped paying attention. Fennytalk or fennytoe or something." He looked at the doc. "Fenny something?" Security - 103

The doc nodded. "Phenytek."

"Phenytek." He shook his head. "It's not on your med file.

Why?"

"What med file? I thought doctor's records were supposed

to be confidential!"

"Your father gave them to us in case we needed them."

Like now. Asshole.

Ken snorted. "He doesn't have access to anything after we

turned eighteen."

"Are there any other surprises waiting for me?"

"No. Is... is he gonna be okay?"

"I've got a doctor here for him. Let me talk to O'Neal."

"I wanna talk to him first."

"O'Neal?"

"No. Bay! Let me fucking talk to my brother!"

"He's not conscious." The kid looked pale, sweaty,

exhausted.

Ken whimpered. "He needs me. You can't keep keeping us

separate."

"Let me talk to O'Neal." Now. He was getting tired,

worried.

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"You listen to me, Rick. You take care of him and if anything happens to him I'm going to make your life so fucking miserable. You and Simon both." "You can't keep us separated!" The last was shouted, like Ken wasn't talking into the phone anymore. "Hey. Everything on track?"

Simon sounded unflappable, calm, and he smiled. "No. I'm

moving things up."

"Three?"

"Two. Can you?"

"Yep."

"You'll beat us. You're in charge of supplies."

Simon chuckled. "Sure. I'm not buying beer."

"Smokes aren't on the budget either, then." Prick.

"I'm shopping, not you. See you, Pat-baby." The phone

went dead.

Bay moaned softly shifting.

"When can I move him, Doc?"

"He's going to be a bit out of it the next couple of days

while his body adjusts back to the meds. As long as you're

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prepared in case he has another seizure, you can move him anytime." The doctor wrote out a prescription. "It'll take a couple days for the Phenytek to kick in, but he may not have another seizure before it does. Keep him fed, make sure he gets enough sleep and isn't stressed and that'll help the chances of that not happening." "Okay. I'll handle it." He handed over three hundred dollars. "Thanks for stopping by." "Anytime." The doctor left without so much as a backward glance at the kid. Rick went over, looked down at Bay. "Hey, you awake, kiddo?" Dark lids dragged up, Bay's eyes dull, sad. The kid frowned. "Where's Kenny?" "He's with Simon, remember?" He sat down, hand sliding on Bay's arm. "The doctor was here. You had a seizure." Tears filled Bay's eyes before they closed, Bay curling up. "Fuck." "You have to tell me if you need meds, Bay." "I'm sorry." Bay's voice was small, scared. "I want Kenny." "We're going to go to him." Rick nodded. Security was already breeched; they needed to move. Security - 106

"Was it bad?" Bay asked softly, those green eyes opening again. "It was unexpected and a little unnerving, yeah."

"I need Ken to hold me." Bay shook a little. "My skin is

crawling."

"Well, I'm not Ken, but I'm here." Fuck, but it was hard to

be mad at the kid. He held his arms open, offering.

Bay pushed into his arms with a whimper. "I hate them. I

hate them so much."

"Yeah, I bet. Doc said no stress, though, and I need you easy for the drive." "We're really going to see Kenny?"

"Have I lied to you yet, Bay?" He rocked Bay nice and

slow, keeping them close.

"No."

Bay rested against him, hands sliding under his T-shirt,

stilling again as soon as they found skin.

He leaned close. "We're taking a big SUV, going up into

the mountains. Simon and Ken will be there when we get

there."

Bay smiled. "I miss him."

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One thin hand reached up to stroke his face. "Nothing against you, Rick, but I feel... part of me is missing." "Bay, I couldn't compete with my One True Thing's twin's ghost. I'm not hurt." "So sad," murmured Bay, tugging him down and touching their lips together softly. He didn't deepen the kiss, just kept the contact steady, strong. Bay seemed content with that, pulling away after a moment or two, cuddling in, eyes drooping. "I like you, Rick. You almost feel as good as Ken." "I'm glad to be a surrogate for a couple days." "Not using you," Bay murmured, growing heavy in his arms. "Like you." "I like you, too." The weird part was: it was the truth.

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Chapter Seven When Bay woke up the apartment was dark and he was alone. And he had to pee. He stumbled out of bed, holding onto the wall as he made his way to the bathroom. He relieved himself and went looking for Rick, panicking when he couldn't find the bodyguard. He called Rick's name out a couple of times and went to the front door, tripping over the top step as he headed down. Rick wouldn't have abandoned him, he wouldn't have. Warm hands grabbed him. "Bay? What did I tell you? You have to stay inside." He wrapped his hands around Rick's arms, pressing against the tall, warm body. "I couldn't find you." "I was getting your medicine." Rick walked him inside, petting him. "So you'll feel better." "Eventually." He hated the pills, especially the first few days. "Did you get Phenytek? 'Cause the generic makes me sick." "I did. I got a twelve-month supply, just in case." That derailed him and he looked up into Rick's dark eyes. "A year?" "Your father's telling everyone you've died. I don't think it will be that long, but I'm being safe." Bay shivered, a ghost walking across his grave. He felt like Security - 109

he should cross himself or something -- it didn't seem right saying he was dead when he wasn't really. "Hey. I'll keep you safe, Bay. I will." He nodded and buried his face in Rick's chest again, holding on. He felt safe in Rick's arms, knew Rick wouldn't let anything happen to him, not anything at all. "When are we going?" he finally asked. "Tonight, when it's dark." Rick settled them down on the sofa. "It'll take us two days, give or take." "Are you driving straight through?" he asked, curling automatically into Rick. "No. We'll stop to sleep tomorrow." So strong, so sure -Rick's voice relaxed him. "Yeah? Cool." Maybe he'd feel good enough to make love tomorrow when they stopped. The pills made him feel wrong the first couple of days. Ken always made sure he didn't care. "Should I take a pill now?" He hated taking them, but the seizures were worse. "Yeah. I brought some soup and sandwiches and sodas, so you can eat, too." "Not supposed to eat with them. So I'll take it and wait an hour, okay? If you start taking them with food you always have to." He rubbed against Rick, skin crawling. "Think I should have one real soon." Security - 110

Rick opened a bottle, handed one over. "You want your drink?" He nodded, taking it and holding his hand out for a pill. The drink was cold against his palm. "Take your pill and we'll take a nap. Then we'll pack and go." He almost snorted. Pack. They each had two sets of clothes. He dutifully took his pill. He wasn't sure he could sleep though, he was all jittery, like he'd been when they first got there, needing Ken, needing that touch, that presence. He pressed close to Rick, sliding his cheek against Rick's arm. Rick leaned back, settling him against the long body, cradling him. He burrowed under Rick's T-shirt, hands stroking over the muscled belly. "Pills make me stupid, k? Just for a couple of days. I'm not, though." "I'll help. You'll be okay. Before you know it? You'll be with Ken." He nodded and pushed Rick's T-shirt up and off, rubbing his cheek against the warm skin. Rick's nipple peaked up and he slid his head back, finger stroking it idly. "You're not well enough, pretty one." "Want to touch you. Get touched," he murmured. He wasn't broken. Just tired. And he smiled as Rick's word's sank in. He turned and kissed Rick's nipple. Security - 111

"Mmm..." Rick shivered, fingers stroking in his hair. "I like your skin. Soft, warm." He rubbed his cheek against Rick again, hand sliding down to stroke the amazing belly. "Thank you. You smell so good." He sniffed himself, but didn't smell anything special. "What do I smell like?" "Sex. Man." Rick shrugged. "You smell good." He laughed softly and leaned up to kiss Rick. He was tired and he felt stiff and sore, but he wanted to feel good and Rick made him feel good. Rick's hands slid over his body, massaging, easing his aches. It felt like they kissed forever, tongues sliding slowly together, lips soft and warm against lips. They touched, Rick's fingers sliding over him, his exploring that chocolate skin. Rick was warm, moaning, moving against him so slowly. His hand found Rick's cock, explored it, moved over it with dancing fingertips and then he wrapped his hand around it and started tugging, slowly, almost lazily. "You need to rest..." Rick was purring, pushing into his hand. "Okay." He kept tugging, hand moving a little faster as Rick's hips sped up. It made his breath catch, made heat slide along his spine, the look on Rick's face. His own cock throbbed, the back of his hand moving against the bulge in his pants. Security - 112

"Oh. Oh, Bay. Pretty one. Damn." The words were moaned, whispered. He kept watching Rick's face, kept stroking, hand wrapped around that long cock, his own hot and hard. "Oh, fuck. Bay. I'm close." He nodded. "Gonna watch you come." "Oh..." Rick arched, throat working, so beautiful. He slid his free hand down into his own pants, tugging as he stroked Rick off, eyes wide so he didn't miss a moment of Rick's orgasm when it came. Heat splashed over his fingers, Rick moaning low, eyes so dark. He watched for a moment longer, pleasure soft and insistent along his own spine and then he was coming, with no effort at all. It was a warm, pleasurable feeling going through him. His eyes closed and he fell asleep, both hands still wrapped around Rick's heat. *** Simon moved through the farmhouse, packing, smoking, ranting. Goddamn. Those kids kept keeping secrets, complicating things. And damn it, he'd been enjoying playing with Ken. He shoved clothes into bags, taking the odds and ends they needed. "If you want to take any of those movies, grab them." Security - 113

Ken had been quiet since the call, moping, curled up on a chair and staring out the window. "Where are we going? Bay needs me." "North. Mountains. Get off your ass and help." If the kids had let them know Bay was sick... Ken got up, hands on his hips. "And Bay? Is Bay going to be there? 'Cause he doesn't sleep when I'm not there, he doesn't eat well and even with the meds, he tends to be off without me. You're the fucking assholes who insisted on separating us." "We'll get there a day before they will. And if he's not well it's your fucking fault for not letting anyone know." He really didn't have time for this shit. "It's nobody's fucking business! Nobody asked us what we wanted to bring along, we were taken. Fucking kidnapped!" He stopped, looked over. "Do you or do you not remember the explosion that hit your bedroom?" Ken gave him a pout, voice petulant when he answered. "You had a bag with all your stuff in it all ready to go." "And were there clothes in it that fit you?" They made their bug-out bags special for each job. "Nothing I would have chosen." Which might explain why the kid went naked most of the time. He rolled his eyes and kept packing. Little shit. Security - 114

Ken started pacing, walking around the room, stopping to pick things up and put them back down again. "I hate this. I fucking hate it and if anything happens to Bay I'm killing you and Rick and then dealing with the old man myself." "I'd like to see you try." "Anything happens to Bay and you will." Ken got right up in his face, green eyes bright and fierce. He grabbed Ken's wrists, backed the kid up. "You mouth is writing checks your ass can't cash." "I don't care! If he dies, I might as well be dead, too, so I don't fucking care!" Ken twisted in his grasp. "Let me go, you goon." "Ken? Rick never said Bay was dying. Get a fucking grip." "But he could! He said going to the hospital was dangerous. How am I supposed to know he's going to be okay? Rick wouldn't even let me talk to him! And I told you to let go of me!" Poor piss-scared kid. "I'm not letting go, Ken." He pulled Ken in, kissing hard, slamming them together. Ken fought him for maybe five seconds, body stiff and pulling away and then the kid was kissing back, all hard teeth and wild body. He pushed and pushed, giving Ken something to fight against. The kid rubbed and hit, biting at his lips, half screaming, half sobbing into his mouth. "That's it. Come on, let it out, Ken." They had shit to do. Security - 115

Ken growled, shoving him back until they hit the wall with a thump. "Oh, you think you can take me?" The fury was hot, exciting. Arousing. "Try and stop me," muttered Ken, mouth hard on his again as soon as the words were out. Ken's hands dragged hard down along his body, pinching his nipples as they went by. His own fingers tangled in Ken's hair, holding them together. Ken's hand found his prick, wrapping around it, squeezing him, tugging him with rough strokes. Simon bit at Ken's bottom lip, drawing blood, drawing a low cry. Ken bucked hard against him, free hand scraping nails down along his back. "Shit." He pushed against Ken, hips pushing and jerking. Ken suddenly started pushing him, trying to turn him. "You're going to have to try harder." He wasn't going to let up until the kid exhausted himself. Ken got a hold of one arm and twisted it. "You took self-defense as a kid? Or you're just lucky?" "Fuck you." "Promises, promises." Ken growled, the sound strange, coming from the slender, pretty boy, and tried to turn him so he was facing the wall. Security - 116

He reached with his free hand, cupped Ken's balls. Ken froze, eyes narrowing. Then his arm was let go and Ken backed off, pulling away. "Right. You're the big bad ass bodyguard and I'm the fucking runt you're stuck protecting. I'll still rip your heart out if anything happens to Bay." "Jesus, kid, knock the fucking chip off your shoulder." He knew all about worrying about a twin. "Screw you!" Ken took off for the bedroom. Simon sighed, rubbed his forehead. Maybe... Maybe if he was lucky Rick would keep them both in the house and he could do the perimeter work. He finished doing what he could without disturbing the kid and then headed for the bedroom to get their clothes together. Ken was curled up on the bed, back to the door, shoulders shaking the tiniest bit. He sighed, closed his eyes and counted to ten. Then he went over to sit. "We're going to get him, Ken." Ken froze and a muffled sniffle sounded. "We'd better." The belligerent words were missing their earlier force. "I'm not doing this to piss you off. We're trying to keep you alive." Ken shrugged. "Didn't seem real, 'til..." Security - 117

"Until?" He reached out, petting. "Bay." "I know how you feel, Ken, but he's fine." "Promise? Rick wouldn't let me talk to him." Ken sounded small, scared, a far cry from the cocky, pain in the ass little shit he'd been stuck with. "He was with the doctor, Ken. Rick would have told me if it was serious." Ken took a deep shaky breath. "You'd better be right, Simon." He sighed, rolled his eyes. He was fucking tired of the pushing. "Two days, okay? Try to avoid killing me that long." "Long as Bay's okay, I won't hurt you." Ken bit his lip suddenly and then the chuckle came out. "Okay, I probably can't fucking hurt you anyway, but Bay's important." Christ the kid looked vulnerable, like he was letting Simon in somewhere he never let people go. "I know, Ken. I know." He nodded, hand continuing to move. Ken shifted back a little, moving closer to him. "No you don't." "Yes, I do. My... Samuel was killed almost three years ago. A hit man thought he was me." Security - 118

"Samuel?" Ken's eyes met his.

He nodded, the pain still there, dull and cold. "My twin."

Ken went white, hand reaching out to grab onto his arm.

"Oh." The kid shuddered.

"Yeah. So I hear you. I know." Fuck, it still hurt. He stood

up, getting back to packing.

Ken followed him, launching into his arms and holding on

tight, face buried in his neck.

Simon wrapped his arms around Ken, held on. "I have you,

Ken."

"And I've got you, Simon."

A soft sound left him, almost pained. He almost shook his

head, and then settled for being quiet.

For the longest time Ken stayed in his arms, holding him,

being held. There was no pushing, no shit, no crying, just

two bodies pressed together. Simon closed his eyes, resting

for a second, letting Ken relax.

When Ken stepped away he was subdued. "I'll help you

pack."

"Thanks. We'll leave first thing in the morning."

Ken nodded and then flashed him that cocky grin again.

"Good. We'll have plenty of time for me to fuck you."

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He chuckled, popped Ken's ass. "Incorrigible."

Ken's ass wriggled. "Just the way you like me."

"Yeah." He winked at Ken. "Pack. We've got mountains

waiting on us."

"Yes, sir!" Ken snapped him a salute and then stuck out his

tongue.

He leaned, quick as a snake, caught that tongue with his

lips and sucked. Ken's hands went to his shoulders, a soft

moan filling his mouth.

They kissed for a long bit, and then Simon backed off.

"Packing. We were packing."

Ken shook his head. "No, that was definitely kissing."

He laughed, suddenly tickled. "Are you sure?"

"Fuck yes -- and if you don't know the difference, maybe

I've got the wrong guy protecting me."

"Well, you'll have Sullivan back in two days. You can switch then." Ken gave him a wicked smile. "Admitting you can't keep up with me?"

Simon chuckled. "That's right. I'm an old man."

Ken crowed, but then came close and slid against him.

"You do pretty good for an old man, Simon."

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"You know it." He gave Ken a hug, then got back to work.

"We're really gonna pack first?" Ken was pouting again.

"We are. Work before pleasure."

Ken stuck his tongue out again. He laughed and grabbed

for it.

"Hey!" Ken danced back, hands pushing his fingers away.

"Don't stick it out then."

"You sucked on it last time," Ken pointed out.

"It was tempting me." He grinned, shook his head.

"It was supposed to be tempting you the second time, too,

man." Ken bumped their hips together and grabbed his extra set of clothes, tossing them into the bug out bag. "There. Done. Lets go fuck." Simon rolled his eyes. He was going to miss the pushy little

shit.

"Come on! You were gonna let me fuck you. It'll be great!"

Maybe miss was a strong word.

***

Fuck he was bored.

They'd been driving for days and days and days.

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Well, that was what it felt like anyway. And he wasn't allowed to fuck with Simon while Simon was driving. Which was a damned shame because that muscled body was a fucking beaut and it had been days and days since he'd gotten fucked. Not to mention he still hadn't had a chance at that fine ass. And the thought that maybe Simon didn't bottom? Made him want it all the more. "Are we there yet?" he asked for what might have been the thousandth time. Maybe even millionth. "Do you see me pulling into a driveway, Ken?" Simon shook his head. "Patience is a virtue." He stuck his tongue out at Simon, made certain the man could see it, too. "Patience is for dweebs. How much longer is it going to be?" "Another half-hour, an hour tops." "Thank God -- if I don't fuck soon, I'm going to explode!" He got a sardonic look. "You know, guys don't die from blue balls." "You sure about that? 'Cause I'm hurtin'" He reached down and touched his balls, his cock through his jeans. "Absolutely positive." "Still, I know what I want to do the minute this car stops Security - 122

moving." He grinned over at Simon, wagging his eyebrows. Considering how they'd started out with Simon being such a killjoy? The guy was a lot of fun. And fucking amazing in the sack.

Simon smiled. "Go to the grocery store for supplies?"

"We're grocery shopping before we get there?" Fuck, he

really was going to explode.

"You don't like grocery shopping?"

"I'm not even sure what grocery shopping is."

"Then you can think of it as a learning experience."

Fuck, the man was serious.

Groaning, he opened his jeans, pulling out cock and

stroking. If they were going fucking grocery shopping when they stopped? He needed to come. A valium or some E wouldn't hurt either. Simon's laugh was low and sexy. "The thought of shopping turn you on that much? Or it is learning experiences?" He laughed. "I can't imagine going in there and following your ass around if I haven't choked the chicken first." Simon actually pinked. "Oh, in that case, continue on." "Talk dirty to me, Simon. Make me hot. Make me come."

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"You don't need me to make you hot, Ken. You manage fine." "Oh come on, you won't pull over and fuck me. You're making me go grocery shopping for fuck's sake and we've been stuck in this car for years. Talk dirty to me. You owe me." "Me?" Simon laughed. "Now, look. I might want to bend you over and plug your ass, but I'm not talking dirty to you so you can masturbate." "Fuck, Simon, and here I was thinking you were a fun guy." Though that reminded him of the times Simon had plugged his ass with that fine fat cock and that didn't hurt. "Not a bit fun." Simon chuckled. "Least you could do is shift a little so I can see." "Oh, I'm supposed to give you a show, but you won't talk dirty for me? Now how is that fair?" Nonetheless, he shifted, spreading his legs and putting his foot up against Simon's side. "It's not fair. Life's not fair." Simon's hand slid along his thigh. He groaned, arching a little into the touch, trying not to shift the foot on Simon too much. He was reckless, but he wasn't stupid. He stroked himself, watching Simon's face. "How about a sentence or two? Tell me what you want to do to me when we finally get to this cabin of yours." Security - 124

"I want to hear you scream, Ken. I want to fuck you nice

and hard before the house fills on up and I'm on duty."

He groaned, hips jerking. "Love it when you growl and

bruise and fuck like an animal, Simon."

That hand stroked his thigh. "I'm pretty damned fond of

how you take it, Ken."

"You aren't going to be on duty twenty-four seven..." He

could picture it, Simon fucking him hard, Bay watching, or

even beneath him, taking his cock while he took Simon's.

His body jerked and he stroked hard, fucking close now.

"You'll be busy."

"Too busy to fuck?" Oh, if he wasn't so damned close, he'd

be laughing.

"I doubt you'll be short on available partners, now."

"The more the merrier, Simon. And my Bay's a sweet lay."

"Your Bay may not be interested, Ken."

"If I'm interested? He'll be interested." He slid his thumb

across the tip, pushing it into his slit. "Don't pout, Simon."

"I never pout, kid."

He laughed softly, rippling, shaking as he came.

"You are a fine slut, Ken." Simon chuckled, shook his

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head. "We're nearing the closest town, now. Pull yourself together." "What, I can't go grocery shopping with my dick hanging out?" God, he loved baiting Simon. He rubbed his foot against Simon's side. "Hell, no." Simon gave him a patently fake look. "One of these guys might think it's sausage and try to steal a hunk." He laughed, bringing his leg back down and zipping up. "Well I can understand how anyone worth their salt would want a piece of me." "You are a commodity, stud." Simon patted his thigh. He gave Simon a look, not sure if they guy was messing with him or not. Simon smiled over, winked. "What kind of food do you like?" "Junk food." He grinned back. "I'm easy. Bay likes fruit and nuts and stuff. Can we get some fucking clothes, too? This two outfits thing sucks rocks. And booze." "I won't buy booze, but the rest? Yeah." "No booze? Come on... how about some E? Valium?" He grinned. "I mean what have we got to do to entertain ourselves but fuck?" "I won't go there. You'll have to talk to Rick." Simon's voice was hard, sure. Security - 126

"Okay, okay. No mind altering substances. I hope you're ready to keep me occupied." He nudged Simon. "If you know what I mean." God, was Simon uptight about the drugs or what? Simon pulled into the parking lot. "I'll do my best, Ken. Come on, let's shop." "It almost sounds sexy when you put it like that, Simon. You sure I shouldn’t whip my dick out?" Simon looked over, suddenly dead serious. "Don't do a thing to draw attention to yourself, Ken. Not a single thing. Our goal is for no one to remember us." The whole reason they were doing this came flooding back, making his heart thump hard. "You want me to stay in the car?" "No. I won't leave you alone. You come with me and keep it together." "Okay." He followed Simon quietly, a couple steps behind. Just because he was being good didn't mean he couldn't enjoy the view.

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Chapter Eight Rick drove up the mountain, the roads getting smaller and tighter, bumpier. It had taken them a day longer than he'd thought. Bay wasn't well and he'd picked up a possible tail in Oklahoma City, so they wandered, took their time. The air was cooler up here, autumn coming faster and faster. Hopefully they'd all be done with this shit by winter. "We're almost there, Bay. You looking forward to seeing Ken?" Bay blinked over at him, looking still half asleep. "Ken? Really? Soon?" Poor kid, the drugs were making him slow. He hoped to hell the side effects went away soon; they couldn't really afford to take him to the doctor for a different prescription. "About twenty minutes, yeah. You can't see the cabin from here, or anything, but we're close." "Cool." Bay reached out, hand wrapping around his thigh. The kid had touched him almost the entire drive, seeming to need the connection. "Yeah, the place is nice -- sort of little, but solid. Fireplace. Comfy furniture." He kept talking, describing and chattering away, the Landover eating up the road. Bay's hand moved gently, sliding up and down from the top his thigh to his knee and up again. "How soon will there be snow?" Bay asked, words slurring slightly. Security - 128

"October. We have a few weeks." He tried not to fret, not

to worry.

"Never seen snow. Ken doesn't like cold. He's gonna

whine."

"Maybe you'll be home by then."

"We don't have a home anymore, do we?" Those green

eyes blinked over at him.

"Well, I imagine your father will have somewhere for you."

They had money. They could rebuild.

"Yeah." Bay sighed. "Won't be Mom's place though. I

guess all her stuff is gone now."

"I don't know, Bay. I don't think the whole house was

destroyed, but I don't know."

"The old man wouldn't have known what we wanted

saved." Bay shrugged. "It doesn't matter, right?" "Not right now. You can worry about it later." He reached out, hugged Bay tight with one arm. "You have to admit the mountains are fine." "It's pretty," Bay agreed, leaning against him now, hand stroking his belly. "Be good to get out off the road." "Yeah and you'll have someone waiting on you."

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Bay nodded and grinned. "You'll still be there though,

right?" Those sweet fingers kept petting.

"I will." And so will Simon. He tried not to sigh.

"Cool. I like you." Bay's cheek moved against his shoulder.

"Mmm... I'm pretty fond of you, sweet one."

Too fond.

"Cool." They rounded a corner and then another, getting further away from civilization and then up a long drive and there was the cabin, Simon's ride in the open garage. Bay sat up straight. "Oh, wow." "Yep. We're here." He and Simon had purchased this place together years ago, before they had ever left the police force. Bay undid his seatbelt, hand on the door, practically vibrating. Those green eyes turned to him. "Am I allowed?"

He looked, saw the curtain open and stay that way, Simon's

all-clear. "Sure, go on up."

Bay leaned in and gave him a quick kiss. "Thanks."

Bay let himself out and headed for the front stairs at a run

and promptly tripped over his own feet, going down hard.

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"Shit!" He barreled out of the car about the same time

Simon burst out the front door.

Bay was trying to sit up, hand and face scraped up, tears

starting.

He and Simon each grabbed one arm and moved, getting

him inside and safe. Simon gave him a look. "He okay?"

"Dopey."

"Cool."

"The pills make me stupid," said Bay, tears still falling.

Ken came bursting out of the bedroom, stopping in front of

Bay, hand reaching out to ghost over the scrapped up face.

"Shit, what did you do to him!"

"Kenny."

Ken grinned and suddenly they were hugging, arms

wrapped around each other, faces buried in necks, Bay's shoulders shaking as he sobbed. "He was running up and fell, Ken. He's fine." He looked over at Simon. "I'm going to unload."

Simon nodded. "I'll start some coffee."

Bay's hand reached out, snagging his arm and those

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"You're welcome, Bay. See? I promised you'd be together." He was given a smile and a nod before Ken's hands framed Bay's face and turned it for a kiss. Bay's hand dropped away from his arm as Ken devoured Bay's mouth. He headed out for the car to get their shit, refusing to look at Simon, to see the hooded sorrow in those blue-green eyes. *** Bay's arms wrapped around Ken and he drowned in the kiss, feeling Ken everywhere and it was so good and so missed and he wasn't ever letting go of his brother ever again. "Need to fuck you," muttered Ken and he nodded. He was so tired and felt wrong -- part of it was the pills, but part of it was missing Ken. He wanted to feel Ken inside him and then sleep forever. Ken pulled him over to a stuffed chair and bent him over the back of it, hands undoing his jeans. He moaned, pressing back. He probably wasn't going to get to come, not if Ken didn't take a long time, but he'd be able to sleep, knowing he had Ken inside him again. "You got anything?" Ken asked him. "Not on me, Kenny. It's okay." Ken whimpered. "You sure?" Security - 132

He nodded and gasped as one of Ken's fingers pushed into him. The next one was spit-slicked and he moaned as the burn gave away to good, Ken knowing how to crook those fingers to hit his gland. "Oh, fuck, I can't wait, Bay. Please?" He nodded again, heart pounding, hands opening and closing. He screamed as Ken pushed in, not because it hurt but because it was Ken. Oh, his Ken, inside him, filling him, pounding into him. He started crying, something inside him breaking open. He'd been so scared he'd never see Ken again, never see the one person he couldn't live without. Ken fucked him long and hard, pounding into him, making the chair rattle on the floor and it felt so good, so there and solid and real. Ken shouted out his name, jerking into him and filling him with heat before collapsing onto his back. He moaned, hand finding Ken's, twisting their fingers together and holding on tight. He wasn't ever going to let go. Ken pulled out and helped him up and he felt like his legs were going to go out from under him. "Bay? You okay?" "Tired. Can't sleep right without you." Ken nodded and helped him to the sofa. He curled up with his head on Ken's thigh, Ken's fingers sliding through his hair. His own hand was wrapped around Ken's leg. Security - 133

Nope. Never ever letting go.

His eyes closed and everything slowly went black.

***

Simon was proud of himself.

He'd lasted six hours in the cabin with Rick before he

grabbed his stuff and moved to the barn loft. He had a little lantern and a cold weather sleeping bag and a thermos of coffee and his binocs. This was doable. Way more doable than staying inside with an ex-lover and the twins, even if it was cold. If there weren't any problems in two weeks, he was gone. He turned the lantern on low, opened his book -- some murder mystery -- and started reading.

Around page twenty, the barn door creaked.

He grabbed his pistol, shifted back into the shadows and

watched. If it was Simon, he was going to shoot the man.

It wasn't Rick's voice that called for him though. It was

Ken's. "Simon? I know you're in here somewhere."

"Ken? What's wrong?" He holstered his pistol.

Ken came up the ladder to the loft, wide smile on his face.

"Hey, Simon. Wanna fuck?"

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"Aren't you supposed to be with your brother?" He shook his head, grinned. Ken rolled his eyes. "Bay's still asleep. Probably going to sleep all night and into tomorrow. Rick said 'cept for dozing in the car he hardly slept the whole time." Ken stood next to his makeshift bed. "Gonna let me in before something freezes off?" He lifted one edge of the blankets, let Ken in. "Does Rick know where you are?" "Told him I was coming to see you." Ken stepped out of his sneakers and scooted in with him, wriggling and pulling off the T-shirt and sweatpants as soon as he was under the blankets. "Gonna let me fuck you tonight?" "Do you ever give up?" Simon chuckled, shook his head. "You're something else." "I'm eventually going to wear you down, baby!" Ken grinned and rubbed up against him, the move growing more and more familiar. He laughed, pulled Ken closer. "Be careful or I'll make you go grocery shopping again." Ken shuddered dramatically. "Couldn't you beat me instead?" They both laughed together as their lips met, his tongue Security - 135

pushing into Ken's mouth. Ken moaned, hands sliding into his hair and tilting his head, sucking on his tongue. The passion was still there, the panic faded. Desperation gone. It was good. Damned good. Ken moaned and lay back, tugging him so he was on top, weight pushing Ken into the floor. Sweet noises poured from Ken, the slender fingers moving over his back. "You got any rubbers? 'Cause I don't." He thrust, hips rocking. Ken gave him a wide smile. "I slipped the box I bought into your bag when we put the groceries in the trunk." He swatted Ken's ass, the sound sweet and sharp. "You little perv." Ken gasped and laughed a little breathlessly. "Oh fuck, do it again, Simon." "You need your ass heated?" He leaned down, tugging the ring in Ken's nipple with his teeth. Ken jerked, hips going wild against him. "Simon. Fuck. Make me feel it." He slicked two fingers in his mouth, pushing them deep into Ken's body. "Like this?" "Yes!" Ken bucked and started moving, riding his fingers.

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"Fucking hot, Ken." He added another finger, free hand

opening his jeans.

Ken moaned and rode him harder, fingernails scrapping as

he grabbed at Simon's shoulders.

He pushed deep, curled his fingers, cock rubbing against

Ken's thigh.

Ken cried out. "There! Oh fuck, again!"

Simon nodded, pegged the kid's gland over and over.

Ken was wild, writhing on his fingers, sliding the hot,

sweet cock along his belly, making all sorts of noises.

His own cock was stroking along one smooth thigh, leaving a wet trail. "Come on, Simon. Fuck me. Please?"

"Grab for the rubbers." His teeth found one nipple, nipped

hard.

Ken bucked again and stretched out, reaching for his bag and rummaging through it with one hand. He kept biting, fingers moving steadily.

A condom was shoved at him, Ken's eyes glazed with

pleasure.

"My hands are busy. Put it on."

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Ken whimpered, hands trembling as they opened the

package and slid it onto his cock.

"Oh. Oh, fuck." He nodded, traded fingers for cock,

pushing in deep, a low groan filling the cold air, the old

barn creaking.

Ken's legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into the

small of his back. "Fuck me."

"Yeah." He did, deep and hard, pulling Ken into it. their

bodies slamming together.

Ken got louder and louder, screaming by the time the kid's

tight little ass started milking his cock, heat spraying

between them.

He arched, hips thrusting as he pumped, entire body

shaking.

"Fucking sexy," Ken told him, gasping.

"Yeah, I am."

Ken laughed, hands sliding on his skin. "Yeah, you're a

fucking stud, Simon."

He rolled his eyes. "I meant that I? Was fucking you, sexy."

Ken laughed harder, body sliding beneath him.

He chuckled, took a kiss. "You are a nut. Cute, but a nut."

"Long as you keep cracking me, Simon."

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Ken's arms wrapped around his neck, tugging him down for

another, longer kiss.

He settled, their tongues soft and hard and slick together.

Ken purred and hummed, sliding slowly against him.

"Mmm... Feels good." He relaxed, settled, warm all

through.

Ken's hands pet him, fingers tweaking his nipples. "Feels great. Except that you're way out here and Bay's all the way in the house. He's cool, you know. He'd be fine with you sharing the bed with us." He shook his head. "It's better if I stay out here."

Ken pouted. "Please, Simon. You hear me? Please."

He reached up and cupped Ken's jaw. "I hear you. You

don't understand -- Rick and I were... for long time and I

can't. I won't have him riding my ass for this."

"Lovers? You and Rick? We could do a foursome! It would

be fun!"

Simon closed his eyes. "No. That's not an option."

"I asked nicely." Ken rolled away from him.

"You did." Simon gave the kid a grin. "But that doesn't

change the fact that Rick doesn't want me in there."

Ken sighed and curled back into him. "But I want you

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there. And Bay will, too -- he'll want to watch my face

while you fuck me."

He pulled Ken into the curve of his body, kissing the back

of Ken's neck. "That sounds hot."

"Uh-huh." Ken moved against him. "The hottest."

"Mmm... You glad to be back with Bay?"

"Yeah. Not itching anymore, you know? And he needs me - I know he's going to be okay now." Ken gave him a kiss. "Want you, too. I'll talk to Rick, tell him me and Bay want you." "And if Bay wants you and Rick?" He'd seen the kid's eyes.

Ken looked taken aback. "Bay and Rick?"

"Uh. Yes. Bay and Rick."

"Huh. You think? 'Cause Bay doesn't pick guys up, he goes

with whoever I choose."

"I saw Rick. I know."

"Well see -- it's perfect then. You can fuck me while Rick

does Bay and we'll each have someone to keep our backs

warm."

He shook his head. "You don't get it. Rick hates me, Ken.

Hates me."

"It's not fair." Ken was almost whining.

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"Tell me about it."

"Is he why you won't let me fuck you?"

"Nobody ever has but him."

"If you let me, it would erase the ghost of him."

He chuckled, swatted Ken's ass. "Try sounding more

sincere."

"Hey, I sincerely want to fuck you, Simon." Ken's ass

wriggled back toward his hand.

"And I'm sincerely going to beat your butt."

"Oh, promise?" Ken wriggled again. "I'll remember to say

please."

He chuckled, pinching hard. "Smartass."

Ken gave him one of those sweet, satisfying gasps.

He licked the sound off Ken's lips.

That earned him another one and Ken was pressing close

again, cock growing against him

"Insatiable. How many times have you come today?"

Ken shrugged, nipping at his jaw. "Does it matter?"

"It can't be normal." He winked, tugging them together.

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Ken giggled and rubbed, fingers finding his nipples and

tugging on them. "Normal's overrated."

"Oh, I don't know... There's something to be said for peace

and quiet."

Ken gave him a look. "You're in the wrong business if you want peace and quiet." "I was retiring before your father called me, you know." "That sounds like the old man. He always gets what he wants. He doesn't care who it inconveniences." "It's definitely a personality type." He grinned and looked at the twin who was like Jonas, through and through. Ken's eyes narrowed, the kid backing away. "Are you saying I'm like him? Because I'm nothing like him." "I said it's his personality. He's always been like that. I've known Jonas a long time." Oh. Sore spot. "Yeah? Did you know our mother?"

"I met her a few times, yes." She had been beautiful.

Delicate. Doomed from the beginning.

"We don't remember her," Ken admitted, looking down at

his nipples, fingers still idly playing with them.

"She was very fine, very gentle. She laughed a lot. Your

father adored her."

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"I hope he loved her more than he loves us."

"He was devastated when she died."

"Yeah, yeah. Threw himself into his work. Left his fucking

twin boys with a goddamned nanny because he couldn't stand to look at them." "Would you have wanted him looking after little kids?" "Yeah, it might have been nice to see him more than at Christmas and birthdays." There was a wealth of bitterness in Ken's voice. He nodded. "I hear that. My Pop? Was a cop. It seemed like he missed everything." "Yeah? So how come you went into the same business?" "It was the only thing I wanted to do and I'm really good at it." And Rick had been in the Academy and he'd wanted to impress the man so bad. "You know what else you're really good at?"

"Shooting and making hamburgers."

"Uh-huh. And fucking me. You're really, really good at

that."

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up. Simon pushed, taking that sweet fucking mouth, tongue fucking deep. Ken started writhing again, rubbing against him eagerly. He moved, gave Ken something to feel, to rub against. The kid was a firecracker, humping away, licking and kissing, nipping at his mouth. Simon settled with one hand on Ken's ass, encouraging,

kissing, enjoying the kid's passion.

"Gonna let me fuck you, Simon?"

"Do you ever give up, Ken?"

"Do you?"

He stilled, Rick suddenly sharp and sure in his mind, the

hurt fresh and raw. "Eventually, yeah."

"I haven't yet," murmured Ken, still moving.

"You're young."

Ken laughed, head thrown back, body writhing like a sylph.

"Beautiful." He licked and bit at Ken's neck.

"Oh fuck! Harder!"

He bit down hard, growling low.

Ken screamed, come splashing between them, hot against

his belly.

Humming, Simon pet Ken's back, slow and easy.

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Ken slid against the touches, coming down with a moan.

"Come back to bed with me, Simon, I don't want to leave

you here all by yourself."

Oh.

He nuzzled in, tasting Ken's salt.

Ken's fingers found his hair, sliding through it, holding his

head against Ken's skin.

Oh. Oh, fuck, this felt too fine...

Ken made sweet noises and pet him, mouth open, body

moving gently.

Relaxing, Simon eased, letting Ken hold him.

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Chapter Nine Ken cuddled with Simon. It was an interesting experience, cuddling with someone not Bay and Simon was really the only other person he'd done it with. He liked Simon. He liked Simon a lot. And not just because Simon could fuck him like an animal and come back and do it again. And damn it, he wanted Simon to come back to the house and sleep with him and Bay. Ken didn't want to have to choose. Not that it would really be a choice, Bay needed him and he needed Bay. But he wanted Simon, too. And he had no objections to Rick joining them either if that's what Bay wanted so he was more than a little ticked Simon was being stubborn about this. He tugged on Simon's bottom lip with his. Okay, more than a little. "Come on, Simon," he wheedled when the itch to get back to Bay started at the back of his head. "Come with me." "You never give up." Simon looked tired, worn out. Security - 146

"I told you I didn't." He stroked his fingers beneath Simon's eyes. "You look tired. Come to bed." "Okay, but if Rick gives me shit, I'm coming back out." "He gives you shit, I'm going to give him shit right back!" Rick might be the boss of Simon, but the man wasn't the boss of him. "Okay, let me grab my pants." Simon stood, pulled on his sweats and a sweater, pistol strapped on. "Cool." Ken popped up and hustled into his own clothes. He didn't want to give Simon a chance to change his mind again. "Want help carrying your shit?" "I'll leave it out here." Simon turned off the lantern. He grabbed Simon's hand and tugged him toward the ladder, eager to get settled in with Simon and Bay and get some sleep so they could play in the morning when Bay finally came to. Rick's eyebrow rose when they walked in, his lip curling. He went right up to the man, pushed into Rick's personal space. "I'm going to bed and Simon's coming with me. If you have a problem with that, I don't want to hear about it." "You won't be the one to hear about sleeping with our clients, Kendrick." Security - 147

"You telling me you didn't sleep with Bay?" He decided to

trust Simon's instincts.

Those coffee and cream cheeks turned a deep pink.

"What?"

Score one for Simon.

"You slept with Bay, so I don't see as how you could have

anything to say about Simon sleeping with me."

"This is between O'Neal and me." Rick looked at him, then

at Simon.

"Oh, I don't think so. I'm the one who wants Simon in bed

with us -- it's got nothing to do with you."

"And your brother? Have you asked him what he wants?"

"What's it to you?" Bay would go along with whatever he

wanted. Bay always did.

Him being happy made Bay happy.

"I happen to think Bay deserves to get what he wants."

Rick sniffed, wrinkled his nose. "You might try thinking about it." "Christ, lay off the kid, Rick. I'll go back out."

"No, stay right where you are, Simon. You're coming to

bed with me."

He glared and got right up in Rick's face. "I don't like your

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implications. I love Bay and you don't know anything about us. So back the fuck off." "And if Bay wants me in bed with him?" "Then you can fucking join us! I told Simon that." He rolled his eyes. "Come on, let's go fuck." "Jesus, you are a one note song, aren't you?" Rick growled, shook his head. "I said lay off the kid, Rick." Simon's growl was lower, sharper. "Go fuck yourself, O'Neal." "No! I want him to go fuck me! And the only person who's having a problem with that is you and given that you fucked my brother, I don't see where you get off being such a fucking asshole!" "Ken? What the fuck?" Bay stood by the door to the bedroom, wrapped in a white sheet and blinking at the light. Rick turned toward Bay. "Hey, Bay. You're awake." "Yeah, there was yelling." Bay looked at him and Ken went over and gave him a kiss. "Sorry, that was Rick's fault." Rick walked over to Simon, bending low and whispering, dark hand on Simon's arm. Security - 149

He sent a glare their way. "Simon was sleeping out in the barn. I want him to sleep with us. He's a really hot fuck. Rick's being an asshole about it." "Oh." "What? You have a problem all of a sudden with someone

fucking me? You like watching."

"It's not that. Rick and Simon have a past."

"So?"

Bay rolled his eyes. "So, maybe it would be awkward for

them."

"They're big boys. They'll get over it. He's warm and he's

hot and he makes me feel good, Bay. You could watch us,

it'll be so fucking hot."

Bay smiled at him. "Whatever you want, Ken. But don't

push them into something they don't want."

He rolled his eyes. God, Bay could be so, so, so fucking

sweet.

Rick and Simon were heading outside, rumbling quietly.

"Hey!" He chased them down, Bay trailing him, hand on

his arm.

"I thought you were coming to bed, Simon."

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Simon opened his mouth, but Rick spoke. "O'Neal and I have some business to discuss, Ken. We won't be long." He was gonna complain, but Bay squeezed his arm and tugged. "Let them talk, Ken. It's important." "Fine." He glared until they left and then turned to give Bay a piece of his mind. His twin looked tired though and so he sighed and put his arm around Bay's shoulders. "Okay, lets go sit and neck on the couch until they come back in." Bay beamed at him and he leaned in to kiss his sweet mouth. He sat down on the sofa and pulled Bay against him, touching and licking, making Bay feel good. Bay was relaxed and easy against him, eyes soft and unfocused. "You doing okay, Bay? Rick treat you all right?" Bay gave him a sweet little smile. "Yeah. He took care of me. Made me feel okay, helped me get to sleep." "So he did fuck you?" "We made love, yeah." "Simon was right!" he crowed. "And that asshole is giving Simon shit for sleeping with clients while he slept with you!" Security - 151

Bay bopped him. "They used to be lovers."

"Yeah, so everyone keeps saying."

"It ended badly."

He shrugged. "So?"

"Geez, Ken, how about a little empathy?"

"You and I fight all the time, we always kiss and make up

after."

"Yeah well I don't think they did."

"Well then they should. A foursome would be fucking hot."

Bay gave him a small smile. "It would be. But not if they're

not happy."

He sighed. "Okay, okay. You'd think they'd kiss and make

up already so we could get it on though."

A funny sound came from outside and Bay looked toward

the door. "You think they're okay?"

"Come on, maybe they've already gotten to the kiss and

make up part and we don't want to miss that."

He tugged Bay up and toward the window.

The guys were fighting, one hard blow landing after

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Bay gasped, sheet dropping as he hurried out the door. Fuck, Bay was going to catch his death. "Stop it. Stop it!" shouted Bay, going to Rick and grabbing his arm. Ken rolled his eyes and grabbed Bay around the waist, trying to pull his twin away -- you never got in between two grown men who were throwing punches. "Get your asses inside, boys. This isn't about you." Simon was bleeding, panting, Rick in as bad shape. "Stop it," yelled Bay, struggling in his arms. "You're supposed to be talking things out, not having a slug fest." Bay was getting close to hysterics and Ken knew it was lack of sleep and the fucking pills which always took Bay a week to get used to, no matter how much the doctor insisted the side effects would only last a day to two, but it still grated on his nerves. He wanted to get in bed and curl up with Bay and Simon and Rick if the man wanted it. And if Bay didn't stop he was going to make himself sick between the cold and damned epilepsy. "Okay. Okay. Christ, Bay, calm the fuck down." Rick spat blood, stumbling a little. "Are you okay? It's blood. You." Bay started shaking in his arms, almost unnoticeable at first and then the seizure went to town and Ken cradled his brother's body. Fuck. Shit. He hated this. It fucking scared the shit out of him when Bay seized. Security - 153

Simon picked Bay up without a word, managing to carry Bay inside and get him on the sofa. Rick followed close behind, getting him inside. The fit didn't last long, Bay stilling quickly and Ken pushed past Rick and Simon to kneel at Bay's side, hands sliding on the lax face. "Bay? Come on, Bay, come back to me." Bay's eyes blinked open and he whimpered softly. "It happened again?" "Yeah." He stroked Bay's cheek and managed a cocky grin for his Bay. "You got them to work together though." Simon brought over a damp cloth, Rick in the kitchen getting Bay a drink. "Here, Ken. Wipe his forehead off." Bay's eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry." "Not your fault." He glared at Rick as the man came back in. "I'm so tired," murmured Bay, eyes closing. "Everything hurts." "Yeah, that's the seizure. Remember how you told me it's like getting zapped by electricity, so I found someone to do that to me? So I'd know?" Bay smiled for him. Simon chuckled softly and he glared over. "No. No offense. Security - 154

When Sammy broke his arm when we were eight, I got a cast too, so I hear you." Ken was somewhat mollified. He liked Simon. He took the glass from Rick when it was delivered, holding it to Bay's lips. "Come on, just a bit." More tears slipped from beneath Bay's eyelids. "It's all too much, Ken. I can't keep doing it." The words were slurred softly. "Sure you can. In a few more days you'll be used to the drugs and the seizures will stop and you won't be so fucking emotional." Well, maybe he would, Bay was the feeler between the two of them. "You haven't had a chance to try my pancakes, Bay." Simon winked down, one eye starting to swell shut. "You can't give up 'til then." "Better be really good pancakes," Bay murmured, eyes blinking slowly open again. "Rick? Aches. Hands felt good." "You want me to rub your back, Bay?" Rick was washing his face, cleaning up. "Please." "I can do it, Bay." "'S'okay. Like it when Rick does it." Security - 155

"How do you know? I've never done it before."

Bay laughed softly. "Don't pout, Kenny. Need you most."

"Simon, turn him over for me?"

Simon nodded to Rick. "Sure. Come on, buddy, let's move

you now."

Ken watched as Simon got Bay onto his belly without

breaking a sweat, those big muscles coming in handy. He

settled on the floor next to Bay's head, but not after

reaching out to slide his hand over Simon's arm.

Simon gave him a smile, wincing at the motion.

He grinned, thinking the rough and tumble look was pretty

fucking hot.

"Be good, Ken." The words were whispered, Simon giving

him a look.

He rolled his eyes. Man, these two were fucked up.

Simon chuckled, swatting his butt before wandering off.

He pouted, watching Simon go before turning back to Bay

with a sigh. His twin's eyes were closed, hands twitching

now and then.

Rick was working on Bay's back, hands moving in circles,

making Bay moan.

"You never asked me to give you a massage after a

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seizure," he noted, pouting at his brother and the man who

was making his Bay moan like that.

"You never offered."

He snorted.

Rick looked at him. "He's all tense, I figure relaxing him

can't hurt."

"I could fuck him -- that always relaxes him."

"And get yourself off, too. I'm stunned." Rick's tone was

dry as the desert.

"That's usually how it works, big guy." Geez, what the fuck

was Rick's problem?

He rubbed Bay's cheek. "Hey, Bay? Wanna fuck?"

"If you wanna, Kenny." Bay's words were slurred and soft

as if he were already mostly asleep.

"Christ. Let the boy rest, Ken."

"Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?" He bristled.

"Don' fight," Bay murmured, green eyes looking into his

own.

"I'm not telling you what to do, Ken. He's exhausted. Love

on him. Don't be a selfish prick."

"Fuck you!"

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He glared at Rick and got up, stomping off, looking for Simon. At least there was someone around here who appreciated him. *** Rick rubbed and stroked until Bay was asleep, relaxed and

quiet. Then he went to clean up.

Fighting.

Fuck.

Simon was right -- one of them had to go.

They'd snapped and snarled, both of them pissed, both of

them hurt and angry and looking for an excuse to beat the shit out of each other. Lucky them, they had two.

One of whom was in the kitchen, humping against Simon

like there was no fucking tomorrow.

"Jesus, you're like a fuck-starved rabbit." The words

escaped him before he even thought.

Simon glared, sparing him a glance. "Fuck off."

Ken glared at him, too. "I still can't figure out what your

problem is. Maybe a good fuck would get that stick out of

your ass."

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"My problem is that you think with your dick and you're a selfish little shit." "Christ, Rick. Leave the kid alone. You're pissed at me." Damned straight he was pissed. "Nobody fucking asked you, Rick. Simon's not complaining about fucking me. Neither is Bay. Oh!" Ken grinned suddenly and the kid came toward him, hair mussed, lips swollen, half dressed. "You're wanting in on the action too, aren't you?" He shook his head, rolled his eyes. "Is that all you do?" "It sure beats standing around looking like I'm constipated all the time." Simon snorted, then started chuckling, catching his eyes. He wasn't going to smile. He wasn't. Ken's eyes narrowed and he turned to Simon. "What's so damned funny?" "The idea of standing around looking constipated." Simon looked like he'd been through the wringer. "It was supposed to be an insult." Ken looked so put out, making it even more comical. Rick lost it, laughing hard enough that it hurt, Simon chuckling along. God, that was the best sound in the fucking world. Security - 159

Ken actually stamped his foot. "Screw you both!" The kid

took off, feet loud on the wood floor.

He looked over at Simon. "He's something else."

Simon nodded. "He is."

He heard soft giggles from the living room, Bay's sweet

voice sounding. "Kenny! That tickles."

"They sound happy." Rick sighed, shook his head. "Could

this be more fucked up?"

Simon grinned at him. "They could be girls."

Ken's head popped in. "I'm taking Bay to bed. He says you

were great Rick. You both know where the bedroom is and

you're both welcome. You know you want to."

With that the kid was gone.

Simon shook his head. "Lord. You sure you can handle

them both on your own, Rick?"

He nodded, heart aching. "They'll settle down. They're

together. You heading for Alaska?"

"I think so, yeah." Simon shook his head. "You look like

shit, but I bet I look worse."

"Yep. Damned pale skin." Simon was already turning black

and blue.

"Yeah." God, he'd loved this man once.

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Rick sighed. He needed a shot of whiskey. Right now. "I'll send you your part of the take." "Keep it. I don't need it." Simon shook his head. "I'll get over you, babe. Wait and see." "Yeah. You can go fuck Eskimos." He didn't bother reminding Simon not to call him babe anymore. "Do they make gay Eskimos?" "Go?" Ken came into the kitchen, hands on his hips. " You're leaving?" "Weren't you going to bed?" Simon gave Ken a sweet, sad smile. "Bay wanted to make sure the two of you weren't beating the crap out of each other again. And a damned good thing, too, or you would have been gone, wouldn't you? Without even a fucking good-bye." Ken's eyes got suspiciously bright and he punched Simon in the arm. "Fuck you!" Then the kid fled. Bay's eyes were sad. "I was hoping you guys could work it out." Simon looked at Bay. "Yeah, me, too. I need to go speak with your brother." Security - 161

Then Simon was gone, following in Ken's footsteps. Bay came up and wrapped the slender arms around his waist. "I'm sorry, Rick." He surprised himself by sobbing once. "I loved him so much." "He still loves you. You can see it in his eyes when he thinks you aren't looking." "I know." That was the worst of it. He knew. Simon had told him, offered over and over. Done everything he'd asked and... "It doesn't matter." "Are you sure? Are you sure you won't turn around one day and wish you made a different choice? 'Cause you look sad, Rick. Like your heart is breaking." "I..." He shook his head. What did this sweet boy know about the horror of watching your lover destroy himself, of not being able to help, to heal? Soft hands slid over his cheeks. "No matter what he does? I still love Ken. And Ken? Is a stupid ass a lot." "Yeah? You'd never know to talk to him." He winked, trying to smile. Bay leaned up and pressed their lips together, the touch soft and sweet. Security - 162

He opened, relaxing, tongues sliding together.

Bay moaned softly, melting against him.

Oh, sweet boy. Rick purred, deepening the kiss.

Bay opened right up, hands soft and sliding over his back.

It felt good, hot, easy. He held Bay easily, hands sliding

nice and slow.

"Oh, your hands."

Bay pushed harder against him, rubbing.

"So warm. You feeling okay, sweet boy?"

Bay nodded. "Tired. And Kenny made me all horny and

then got all pouty." Bay sighed. "He likes Simon a lot."

"Simon seems to be fond of him, too." He walked Bay back towards the sofa so they could stretch out. "Then why's he leaving?" Bay shook his head. "I know you guys have problems -- I don't understand how come you can't make it work. I'd do anything to fix it if me and Kenny were broken." "You and Kenny are brothers." And he couldn't compete. Bay nodded, cheek sliding against his chest as they sat. "You look so sad, Rick. And Simon looks sad. And now Kenny is sad, too." Security - 163

He stroked Bay's hair, humming low. "I know. I'm sorry."

"I want to make it better."

"I don't know that you can." He didn't know if he could.

Bay nodded and sniffed and kissed him again, mouth

sweet, hot.

He dove into the kiss, not wanting to think anymore, just wanting to feel. Bay's mouth opened to his, hands warm and soft as they moved on his skin.

Moaning, he rocked into Bay, holding him close.

"Will you make love to me and Ken if Simon leaves?" Bay

asked against his lips.

"I don't think your brother would want that."

"He thinks you’re hot, but he thinks you don't like him. I

told him that wasn't true, but he won't listen."

"He's a self-absorbed person, Bay. That makes it hard to deal with him sometimes." "He doesn't mean to be. He just... we never had anyone but us to look out for us, you know?"

Rick nodded. "I can understand that. I'm here for you now."

Bay smiled at that. "And making Simon leave -- which so

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isn't convincing Ken either of you care." Bay shrugged. "Everything's been so jumbled up since you guys came to the house." "Tell me about it." He backed away, sighing. Bay's face fell. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you." The kid burrowed against his chest. "Oh, you didn't. All this did." He sighed again. "I don't know if I can handle not being enough." "So, after all I've done, it boils down to the fact that because I had a breakdown after Sammy died, you don't want me anymore?" Simon was standing in the doorway, bruised and swollen. Bay stayed pressed against him, quiet, waiting for his answer. "Don't go there, Simon." It wasn't a breakdown; it was a destruction and he couldn't do anything about it. Simon looked at him, stared for a long time, and then nodded. "Okay." Bay squeezed him. "You know if you stopped being so damned stoic you could maybe fix this." "Stoic? What am I supposed to say?" He shook his head, swallowed hard. "You could listen to him," Bay pointed out, voice... reasonable. Security - 165

He looked over, Simon still standing, watching him. "So? Talk." Simon flushed. "What do you want, babe? You want to hear that I was broken? You want to hear I was a drunk and a stoner and did some stupid shit? I've apologized ten thousand times. I'm sorry. I am. I'm just a man, Rick. Just a fucked-up, normal man." "I..." Rick closed his eyes, fists clenching. "How come you won't forgive him, Rick?" Bay asked softly. Ken's voice piped up from next to Simon, but Bay shot him down. "Keep out of it, Kenny." The air felt heavy, thick. He wasn't going to do this, not in front of clients and with Simon staring at him, heart on his fucking sleeve. "He can't." Simon shook his head. "We're not all perfect, right Rick?" "If I'd been perfect, I could have helped you." "No you couldn't have." It was Ken who answered. Shushing Bay when Bay tried to shut Ken down again. "Because you couldn't bring his brother back. Who knows maybe the only reason he didn't kill himself outright is because of you. 'Cause anything happens to Bay? I'm not going to find a bottle, I'm going to find a gun. Maybe you're all that kept Simon from doing the same thing." "Simon wouldn't." Security - 166

Simon snorted. "No, I didn't, there's a difference." "Oh, fuck this," muttered Ken. "If you're too scared to forgive Simon and try again, then screw you. Bay and me are going with him." "What?" Bay raised his head. "Rick hates my guts, I'm not staying here with just him. Simon's a good guy though and he likes you as well as me." "Kenny..." "I don't hate you." He blinked, more than a little dazed. "You sure as hell don't like me much. And if you can't loosen the fuck up, the feeling is mutual." Bay's head was back against his chest, a line of tension down the boy's spine. Simon sighed. "It's late. I'm tired. Bay's tired. We're all fucking tired. Can we fight tomorrow?" "We all sleeping in the house?" Ken asked, bottom lip jutting out, hands on his hips. "Rick can sleep on the other side of Bay and Simon on the other side of me and you guys don't even have to look at each other." Simon's hand slid over Ken's hip, petting and stroking, lips whispering against Ken's ear, saying something that made Ken relax. Bay's green eyes turned up to him, waiting for his answer. Security - 167

He nodded, too tired to fight anymore. "That works."

Bay beamed at him, hugging him tight. "It'll be okay, Rick.

You'll see. Ken'll be good."

He nodded. "Come on. Bed."

Bay got up and held out his hand, smiling. He let the twins

lead the way to bed.

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Chapter Ten Bay was floating, happy and warm and not quite awake and not really wanting to get there either. Rick was solid behind him, Kenny warm and soft against his front, his twin's breath sliding across his chest, the blond tipped hair tickling his chin. He could feel Ken's morning wood pressed up against his own, nestled between them. Rick was hard, too, like he had been every day they'd been on the road and they'd woken up together. He sighed happily, eyes blinking open to find Simon looking at him. Oh, he'd almost forgotten about Simon. The beefy bodyguard intimidated him some. Okay, a lot. And he bet that had been what had first attracted Kenny to the guy. He smiled shyly. Simon smiled back, winked with the not-swollen eye. He felt himself blush, Simon suddenly less intimidating, but still making him shy. He wasn't the flamboyant flower Ken was, no matter how much they looked alike. Ken was the one everyone wanted. "Good morning." The words were mouthed, soft. "Hi," he mouthed back, reaching out to gently touch Simon's swollen eye. It should have had ice on it last night. The skin flinched under his touch. "Tender. You okay?" He jerked his hand back and nodded. He felt better than he Security - 169

had in a long time. Still felt a bit stupid and not himself, but he was almost there. Simon reached out and brushed the hair from his eyes. "Good." "You're not quite so scary close up." "Don't tell the bad guys." He laughed softly and Kenny muttered, shifting. Bay stroked Ken's side, whispered 'shh' and his twin settled again. Ken's face was so young when he was asleep, so different from when he was awake and trying to make everyone think he was tough. Simon settled back into the pillows, fingers sliding on Ken's skin. Bay watched, pushing away the jealousy that flared, that always flared when they shared their bed with one of Kenny's lovers. They were always drawn to Ken, liked him to watch, but never seemed to want him like they wanted Ken. He had the solid warmth of Rick against his back though today. Then Simon's fingers slid to his arm, callused, but warm. He gasped, eyes flying to Simon's in surprise. "This okay?" He nodded. Yeah. Yeah, it was okay. "You surprised me," he whispered. Simon nodded, hand easing him, stroking him. He smiled Security - 170

and risked touching Simon again, hand sliding on one thickly muscled arm. Simon gave a soft purr, the sound satisfied. Simon felt different from Rick. Skin a little rougher, more hairy than Rick's smoothness and the muscles beneath his skin gave the illusion of hardness where Rick's skin seemed silky soft. Simon smiled at him, winked. "I'm a beast." He giggled softly, hand sliding up to Simon's broad shoulder, petting, enjoying the sensation of the warm skin under his fingertips. Simon leaned, nibbling his fingers. "Oh..." He gasped softly, hips moving restlessly. The touch was incredibly gentle, surprisingly so. Oh, he'd misjudged Simon, thought he was all muscles and hardness. Though to be fair, that tended to be what Ken liked. He moaned softly, rubbing between Ken and Rick. He got a smile, and then Rick's hand landed on his belly, soft and warm. He moaned again, trying to catch his breath as they both touched him. Oh, it was... magical. Rick kissed the back of his neck, nuzzling. He got a little louder, moving into the touches. He didn't want to wake Ken, not yet, but he couldn't keep his moans to himself. Simon backed off a little, watching him, watching Rick. He reached out for Simon, selfishly wanting the surprisingly gentle touches back. Simon's hand slid over his arm, fingers stroking. It was strange, different, to have two different sets of hands sliding on his skin. Arousing. Security - 171

Bay kept moving against Ken, almost floating in the sensations as they slowly built. Simon purred as Rick's hand brushed against Simon's. Oh. Oh, he could feel the heat between them, even if Rick didn't want to admit it was there. Bay wondered how he could get them to keep touching, to touch more. For one thing, he had to keep Ken asleep. Simon's eyes closed, the look of pure need painful. He tilted his head, looked up to see if Rick had noticed, reacted. Rick's face was buried in his back, breath harsh and quick. The cock against his ass was still hard though and he took hope in that, rubbed against Rick to encourage the pleasure. He turned back to Simon and tugged, head lifting for a kiss. Simon moved, lips warm and soft, tongue sliding in to taste him. He opened up, letting Simon have his mouth, sucking gently on Simon's tongue. Then he broke the kiss and reached up for Rick's head, tugging him down to kiss. Rick's kiss was more familiar, more sure, and he felt the soft sob Simon gave, lips on his shoulder. He took Simon's chin in his hand, tugging again, trying to bring Simon's mouth to his and Rick's. Simon moved, slow, reluctant, eyes looking up at Rick. He didn't force them, just licked at Rick's mouth and then at Simon's, touching his tongue to their lips and hoping. It was Rick who moved, pushing against him and taking Simon's mouth, hand pulling Simon in close. He held his breath, not moving, not blinking, frozen still as he watched.

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The kiss wasn't gentle at all. It was hard and brutal, almost a fight, both of them so hungry. He heard a sound and saw Ken's eyes blink open. Working on instinct, he brought his lips to Ken's silencing his twin as he wriggled them halfway down the bed to give Rick and Simon room. Of course that brought them right to two hard pricks and he gave Ken his best wicked look, waggling his eyebrows. Ken laughed and turned his head, mouth latching onto the head of Simon's cock. Oh, sometimes Ken made him so happy. He turned and took Rick into his mouth, tongue pushing into the hot slit. Two cries sounded, muffled and lost in the kisses. He reached his hand down to stroke Ken off, so happy his brother was playing along. Rick was pushing hard, fast, taking his mouth with a desperation he'd never seen. Rick was bigger than Ken, but he was used to Kenny taking him hard and so he wrapped his free hand around Rick's hip and encouraged the motions. He looked up along Rick's body. Rick's hand was wrapped around Simon's nape, the kiss deep, breathless serious. Oh, they were beautiful together in a fierce, wild way. Like two stags locking horns, only a lot sexier. He could feel Rick's cock throbbing, swelling in his lips. He sucked harder, helping Rick as much as he could. Rick cried out, spunk filling his mouth, hot and bitter. He drank Security - 173

it down and then slowly let Rick's prick go, nuzzling the hot, damp flesh. Rick was still kissing, licking and lapping at Simon, both of them whispering. He gave Rick's cock one last kiss and turned back to Ken, silencing his twin's mouth with his own. Rick pulled and tugged, getting Simon to the same side of the bed, both of them pushing close. He rolled to the other side with Ken, giving them room. "Hey, what?" "Shut up and fuck me, Ken." And for once, Ken did what he wanted. And it was something Ken wanted, too. *** If he was dreaming, he'd stay asleep, thanks. Rick was holding him, the smells, the sensation familiar and missed. Simon kept his eyes closed, rested, went with it. His lips were in Rick's shoulder, the skin warm and salty and smooth. Just like he'd remembered. A long, warm body snuggled up against his back. "You gonna let me fuck you now, Simon?" "Leave them alone, Ken." That was Bay, voice gentler, softer than his twin’s. Security - 174

Ken shifted slightly away from him. "Why?"

"Because maybe they need some time together."

"Why?"

"Because they've got stuff to talk about."

"They weren't talking."

Bay must have thumped Ken because there was the sound

of flesh on flesh and Ken jumped and said "Ow!"

"Grow up, Ken. Let's go make breakfast or something."

"We don't know how to cook."

"So let's go burn toast. Come on!"

He started chuckling. "Don't you two burn the house

down."

Ken was back, plastered against his back, cock rubbing

along his ass. "You could make sure we don't."

"Ken..." Bay's voice was soft, but there was a warning in it,

too.

"Ken, go help your brother." Rick's hand slid down, cupped

his ass, tugging him closer.

"You know, I think I liked it better when you were

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Ken finally peeled himself away, the boys' voices fading as they left. "You want to talk, Simon?" Rick's lips brushed his throat. "No." He lifted his face and took another kiss, hard and deep, tongue pushing into Rick's mouth. Rick rolled on top of him, hard and hot, hands sliding over his skin. He spread his legs, cradling Rick against his body, rocking. God, he wanted this, needed it. They knew each other and it was surprisingly easy to find those hot spots, the bundles of nerves that made Rick jerk and moan for him. Rick's kisses grew harder, felt close to desperation, the same need there in the thrusts that slid their cocks together. He had one hand behind Rick's head, holding them close, tongue fucking Rick's sweet fucking lips. Fuck, he wanted this, wanted them back. If only Rick wasn't so fucking stubborn, so unforgiving. Rick made a sound that was half groan, half sob, hips pushing harder, faster. One more time, huh? Once. One more time to remember because he knew that as soon as Rick came, that dull hatred would be back. He wasn't strong enough to say no, though, so he didn't bother trying. They slapped together, each glide of flesh good, right. Their bodies remembered how to do this, how to love on each other. He held off, trying to keep it going, trying not Security - 176

to let it end. Baseball stats -- Nolan Ryan's rookie year. 172 record. 313 strikeouts. 2.81 ERA. "Fuck. Fuck." Rick muttered, hands curled into fists next to his head, eyes meeting his and boring into him. "It's okay, babe." It was. "I got you." "Simon." His name was little more than a whisper, Rick shuddering and shooting all between them. He closed his eyes tight, held on with all he was. Fuck him. Rick collapsed against him, breath panting and hot against his neck. Simon ran one hand down Rick's back, petting in a low motion. There was a soft sound from the doorway and he looked over, finding Bay watching, a soft smile on his lips. Rick went stiff and still and Simon bit back his sigh. Right. Right. This didn't change anything. Okay, then. Rick slid off him, heading for Bay, and he went to clean himself off, maybe jack himself off in the bathroom. Ken met him at the bathroom door and grinned at the sight of his boner. "You need a little help with that?" He looked at the kid, cuffed him gently on the shoulder. "Your brother needs you, man." Ken shrugged, the move followed by eye-rolling. "He's talking feelings with Rick. He thinks the two of you belong together or something." "Yeah." Simon didn't have anything to say. He'd done it all, Security - 177

said it all. He couldn't be a better man; he couldn't make it work. "I'm going to hop in the shower and then I'll make breakfast. Pancakes." "I can do a shower. I do great shower blowjobs. Just ask Bay." God, the kid was the Energizer Bunny and cocky as hell. "Back off, kid." Rick's voice slid through the air. "Why? You gonna give him the blowjob instead?" Simon didn't wait around to hear the answer; he knew what it was going to be. He slipped into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. Then he stood in front of the mirror, staring at the come drying on his belly until his erection died. *** Ken glared at Rick, putting his hands on Rick’s chest and pushing him. "Thanks a lot, man!" Dark eyes landed on him. "What?" "I was about to get laid! Asshole." He pushed at Rick again. Fuck the man was surprisingly solid. Or maybe not so surprisingly. "No, you weren't." Rick pushed back a little, scowling. "He's not available." "Excuse me?" What the fuck? He tried to push again, but Rick didn’t budge an inch. Security - 178

"He's not available, Ken. I'm sorry, but that's how it is." "I don't get it -- you don't want him, why do you care if I have him or not?" "I care." Rick stood there, immovable. He glared, all but stamping his foot. "Ken." Bay's hands slid over his arms, his twin pushing up against his back. "Rick's a good guy. He and Simon need to work some things out." God, Bay was such an optimist. The water started in the bathroom and they all stared at each other, silent. Bay moved passed him and reached out for Rick. "Go talk to him? He needs you, Rick. You need him, too." The asshole stroked Bay's arm like he had a fucking right to touch. "When'd you get smart, lovely one?" Ken went over and jerked Bay away from Rick. "Get off him, he's not available either." "Ken!" "Look, kid. I'm not trying to fuck with you. I just... this is complicated, huh? And me and O'Neal, we have to fix it between us." Bay pressed up against him, sexy and sweet. "Come on, Kenny. Let them work it out." He got a quiet smile. "Take me to bed, Kenny -- I'm tired." Security - 179

He frowned. "Still?" "It's been a long time, Kenny. Weeks. I've missed you." Bay's hands moved over his face, stroking him. "So bad." He knew Bay didn't sleep well without him and the fucking pills... he hated them almost as much as Bay did, but the seizures scared them both. "Okay. Okay, Bay." He glared at Rick for good measure, and then dragged Bay back to the bedroom, switching gears fairly easily. Bay giggled and they hit the bed together, bodies rubbing. Bay pushed in close, humming for him, holding on tight. "You're here. Did you know we might be here in the boonies for a year?" "What?" He sat up, staring down at Bay. "A year?" "Dad's told everyone we're dead." He gaped at Bay. "The fucker!" "I think it's to keep the killers away, Ken." "Oh." He thought about that a moment. "Yeah, okay. I guess that makes sense. Figures the old man would find a way to get rid of us, though, huh?" Bay sat up with him, arms wrapping around him. "We got each other." "Yeah, we do." God, he loved Bay. He turned and pounced Security - 180

his twin. "And if we're stuck here for a year, so are our bodyguards and Simon? He's a real good fuck." "I think we're going to have let them... get together first, you know?" God, Bay was such a dork. "Your ass is gonna get sore if we have to wait for Rick to get that stick out of his." "He's sweet. He's just... stupid in love with Simon." "You like him a lot." He pouted. Bay didn't usually like other people like that unless he liked them first. "I do. You like Simon." "Yeah, he's a stud." He smiled and slid against Bay, their cocks rubbing in all the best ways. "Come on, let's make like bunnies." Bay chuckled, arms wrapping around him, squeezing him tight. "Missed you. So damn bad." "Me, too." He covered Bay's mouth, humping hard against his twin. Bay's hands wrapped around his hips, encouraging him to move faster, harder, letting him know Bay wanted him, too. Everything else kind of disappeared as he rubbed off with Bay. It didn't matter -- not Dad or Simon or Rick. Nothing but the happy little sounds in his ear, the way Bay needed him, loved him. His scraped his thumbnails across Bay's nipples. Security - 181

"Kenny." He smiled at the gasp, nodded. He pressed down

harder, grinding against his brother.

Bay pushed a hand down between them, grabbing their

cocks and working them hard.

"Bay!" He cried out, eyes and mouth wide as he looked

down at Bay. He cried out again, coming hard.

"Love." He got a blissful smile, Bay coming close on his

heels, adding to his heat.

"Yeah." Nobody could make Bay look like that. No one.

Just him.

He collapsed onto Bay, touching his twin all over.

"Missed you. So glad you're here." Bay sounded perfectly

happy with the world.

"Yeah, me, too." He snuggled in, tugging the covers up

over them. "Not gonna make it a year, though, Bay. I need

to go out -- party."

"We can go out here, right?"

"You think our prison guards will let us?" Oh, prison

guards... that could be a lot of fun. Simon might even go for

it. Rick would have to be the warden, though. Bay chuckled. "I think we could have picnics. I think we could have snowball fights." Security - 182

"Snowball fights? Picnics? God. You're just like Mom..." He kissed Bay suddenly. He could feel the way that that made Bay smile, hold on tight. Burying his neck in Bay's throat, he whispered. "Love you." "I know. Sleep, huh? You and me? Sleep." "Okay, Bay." He could do that for Bay. In fact, it had been awhile since it had been just the two of them, and he thought maybe he could do that for himself, too. With his legs tangled around Bay's, and their arms around each other, they merged together as best they could and he relaxed in the best place to be he knew.

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Chapter Eleven Rick made a quick sweep of the perimeter. Quick, but thorough; he wasn't going to have anything happen to the primaries because he and Simon had their heads up their asses. They were solid, though. He imagined they could stay here years if they had to keep the boys on ice that long. Not that they wouldn't all kill each other if they had to live together that long. He barked out a laugh, bitter and twisted. The bathroom door was still locked when he got in and he set himself up leaning against the wall opposite it. He could wait as long as he had to. It took another half hour, but Simon came out eventually, hair wet, jeans hanging on that amazing body. Simon looked like a fallen angel. Now that the man was in front of him, he didn't have a damn clue what to say. "Hey." "Hey." Simon's eyes looked bruised. "I told the boys I'd make pancakes for them." "The boys are good. You and me... we need to talk." "Okay. Here or..." "The kitchen." It was neutral territory. "Lead the way." Simon reached back into the bathroom, came back with a shirt and tugged it on. Rick made his way to the kitchen, hyper-aware of Simon following him. Fuck, what a mess. Security - 184

Simon went to the coffeemaker, poured out two cups, the motion easy, simple. The kitchen was bright, almost mockingly so as he took the offered cup and sat at the little table, looking down into the black liquid. Simon sat, stared at him. "So, is this the 'this was all a terrible mistake' talk, the 'don't think anything's changed' talk or the 'get your ass back out into the barn' talk?" "Are those my only choices?" He could tell the stubborn son of a bitch wasn't going to make this easy, not for a second. "No. No. There's the 'I love you and I want you back' choice, but you never liked that one." "No. You were never ready to hear that one." He'd never been enough, not after Simon's twin had died. He'd fucking tried. "Okay, fine. It's all my fault. You were a fucking saint. I was a weak bastard. I get it. You've made me pay. I'll be paying for the rest of my life." The words were dead, empty, not even angry. "I made you, pay? What the hell, Simon? You pushed me away, and you kept pushing. You made it clear I wasn't good enough to help." "Help with what, babe? He died, he died because of me, and nobody can fix that." "Help with the grieving. With dealing with it. All you did was push me away. Over and over." It had hurt, seeing Security - 185

Simon being torn apart and not being able to do a damn thing about it. "I'm not going to be able to deal with it any better than I have. I stopped drinking. I stopped fucking up. I did my best." "Looks like you've done really well, actually." Without him. He didn't say the words, but they hung there. He could feel them in his throat. "I wanted to be enough to have you love me again." Simon stood up, dumped his coffee out. "And on that particularly pathetic note, I'm going to head to the barn. There's room for me there, and I'll keep watch on the entrances." "So that's it? You're telling me 'fuck you' and taking off again?" He stood and went over, turning Simon and glaring. "What is it that makes you hate me so much? Because I didn't die instead of him? Is that it? Would that make you happy?" "God, no. No. It should have been me." Simon grabbed his arms, shook him hard. "Hate you. I begged for you to come back, you asshole! I got on my fucking knees and begged you! I would give anything for it to have been me instead." "Don't say that! I'm glad it wasn't. I know that makes me a monster, but I'm glad it wasn't you. Do you know what it was like, looking at his body and seeing you?" That sick feeling was back in his belly at the memory. "No. No, I don't. All I could think was that he was gone. He'd been half of me my whole life and he was dead and I'd never be complete again." Security - 186

"And you tried to drink yourself to death. I know, babe. I was there. And I couldn't keep watching you as you slowly killed yourself." Rick took a shaky breath. "That day you begged me there was alcohol on your breath and I couldn't do it. I couldn't come back and watch you drown." Simon nodded. "I know. And I can't fix any more. I can't be a better man than I am. So here we are. I still love you. You still think I'm fucked up beyond redemption and we've got the twins to watch." "No. No, I don't still think you're fucked up beyond redemption. You don't listen worth a damn, but I can see you're not fucked up like you were." He wanted to shake Simon until the man saw he was trying to hold out an olive branch here. "Then what do you want, Rick? What the fuck do you need from me?" "Where the hell were you this morning? I fucking need you." He grabbed Simon's shirt and pulled him in, kissing the man hard. Simon groaned, pulling back for a second and then slamming back into him, kissing him back like the world depended on it. He held on tight to Simon's shirt, refusing to let go as he opened up and let Simon in. Simon's hands cradled his head, tilting him, pushing the kiss deeper, that tongue fucking his mouth like his life depended on it. His knuckles were aching he was holding Simon's shirt so tightly. Nothing else ever was like kissing Simon. Security - 187

He could feel Simon shuddering against him, soft, sobbing moans sliding into his mouth. He pushed Simon up against the counter, sliding them together. He could feel that thick, heavy need against his thigh, that hard cock needing him, needing this. "Missed this," he managed to mutter as they broke for a quick breath. "I'm right here." Simon took his mouth again, the need crashing all around him. Yeah, Simon was. And so was he. He tugged Simon's shirt open, a button popping off and hitting the floor with a small ping. "Bedroom?" Simon's eyes were burning into him, searching his. "Yeah. The small one." Bay and Ken were in the main room and he wasn't ready to have to deal with either of them yet. What was going on with him and Simon right now: it was too fresh, too raw. It was... he didn't know what it was, which meant it had to be just them. "Okay." Simon checked the kitchen door, making sure it was locked. "Come on." He watched Simon moving, his body thrumming with anticipation. He knew they still had things to sort out, but he was hard enough and wanted Simon badly enough he was more than willing to let it wait until after. He followed Simon into the second bedroom. Security - 188

Simon sat on the edge of the bed, staring at him, hands on his hips, keeping them separated. "I have to know, is this just right now? Or is this something you want more of?" "I'm not using you, Simon. I want you. I want more of you." "You're sure?" He put his hands on Simon's shoulders, looking down at him. "I'm sure." Simon had changed, had cleaned himself up. And maybe, he'd changed, too. "I can't lose you again, Rick." Simon dragged him in, dragged him along that broad, muscled chest. "I don't think I could go again." Even if the drinking started again. If Simon was going to go down, it would have to be with him. He didn't have the strength to walk away this time. "Good. Now, touch me. I need you, right here." He didn't need to be told twice, not where Simon was concerned. His hands slid from Simon's shoulders to the dark little nipples, using his nails on them. "Fuck." Simon leaned back, bringing him along, stretching them both out. "Yeah, I want to do that, too." He wanted to feel Simon's hot body squeezing around him.

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Simon chuckled, the sounds a little desperate. He stopped the sounds with his mouth. He got them naked quickly, but then he took his time, hands trailing down Simon's chest, mapping muscles and hair. It was familiar and new at the same time, and it felt right. God, he'd missed this. Simon moaned, the strong body arching under his touch, lifting them both off the mattress. He pressed back down against Simon, fighting against the strength here. "Stubborn." Simon smiled at him, grinned wildly. He grinned back, feeling wild deep down in his bones. "Takes one to know one." Simon laughed for him, hand popping his butt. "I missed you." "Yeah. Yeah, I missed you, too." He bit Simon's lower lip, tugging on it. He sucked Simon's moan in, then groaned low himself, his cock throbbing. Finding one of Simon's nipples, he twisted it, the gasp opening Simon's mouth for him. The things he could do to this amazing body... He fucked Simon's mouth with his tongue and worked both nipples. He'd always loved making Simon squirm beneath him; it looked like he hadn't lost his touch. Simon started humping, hips rocking up, pushing into his body, reminding him that Simon hadn't come yet. He pushed back against Simon, giving him something solid to rock against as he bit at Simon's neck. Security - 190

"Damn it. I want you. I want you in me."

He wanted that, too. So badly. "You got stuff, Simon?"

"No. Everything's in the barn in my bug-out bag."

He slapped Simon's thigh. "Figures."

Simon growled at him, eyes flashing. "What about you?"

He jerked his head. "In with the primaries."

"Did you... without?"

"You know better than that. Never." It dawned on him

suddenly where Simon was going with that. "You?"

"No." Those eyes were deadly serious. "I never did."

"Well, then." He bit at Simon's lips. "All we need is some

lubrication."

"You've got a tongue, babe."

His smile was slow, but he could feel it, tugging the corners

of his lips up. "I do."

Simon was grinning right back, leaning up to lick the

corners of his lips.

"I'll get you wet," he whispered, slowly sliding down.

"Oh, please. Tell me I'm not fucking dreaming."

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"This feel like a dream, Simon?" He took one ball into his mouth, sucked hard. "Fuck!" Yes. Yes, those sounds were his. He took in the other ball, tongue lapping at it. The sounds kept coming, getting louder and louder, more and more desperate. He let Simon's ball go and licked the hot, smooth skin of Simon's perineum. "Rick. Oh, Christ. Rick." Mmmhmm. Simon still liked it. Rick tongued Simon's perineum over and over, making them both wait for the rimming. Simon jerked a few times, then relaxed, letting him have his way. Yeah, he was in charge right now. In charge of making Simon lose his mind with pleasure. He teased on down to Simon's hole, circling it with his tongue. He wasn't sure if the word that burst out of Simon was 'want' or 'love.' It didn't matter, either, he wanted to make it happen again. He tapped the tight little hole with the tip of his tongue. Definitely love. He groaned, spreading Simon with his thumbs. Lapping at Simon's hole a few times, he pointed his tongue and stabbed it into Simon. Simon pushed into the touch, begging without words, so hot for him. He pressed his face against Simon's ass, tongue fucking Simon's hole. He heard the slap of Simon's hand as the man reached for that heavy cock. Security - 192

"That mean you're ready?" he asked, looking up along

Simon's powerful, compact body.

"Fuck yes. In me."

Rick took one last lick and then moved up onto position,

kneeling between Simon's legs. He pushed slowly inside.

Simon stared at him, not moving. The look in those eyes

was stunned. He stared right back, every part of him

focused on Simon, on the way that tight hole felt around his

cock.

"Rick." The sound was raw. Broken. Lost. "Simon." He held Simon's gaze, pushing in small increments. He pulled back and went forward again, hips

working until he was all the way in.

"Tell me." How many times had Simon had him like this,

deep inside, needing to know how he felt.

"You're hot. And tight. And all I can feel."

"Good." Those eyes snapped at him. "You're mine and I'm

yours. That's it."

He thrust once. Hard. "You sure?"

"I'm fucking sure." Fuck, Simon's body held him tight.

"Yeah, me, too." He thrust again.

"Harder. Make me believe it."

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"You stubborn ass." He punctuated each word with a thrust, letting Simon have it. "Yours. Your. Stubborn. Ass." He laughed, the sound wild, maybe a touch hysterical. And he started pounding into Simon, doing it fast and hard like it was his last chance. It wasn't, though. Not this time. Simon had come back from the edge, come back and let him in again. He smiled down at Simon, watching Simon's face as the pleasure started working through him. "Oh. Oh, fuck, man. I can't wait." "So don't wait." He wasn't going to need to even touch Simon's cock. He did move, though, changing his angle to find Simon's prostate. Simon barked out a sharp cry, entire body convulsing on his cock. He kept moving through it, watching as each punch into Simon's body brought another shudder and cry. He felt it around his cock, the instant before Simon shot, spunk spraying between them. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" He kept thrusting as he shouted the word. "Babe." Simon raised one hand, touched his lips, the caress gentle compared to the slamming of their lower bodies. He nuzzled into the touch, pounding into Simon's body. Security - 194

There was no where else he wanted to be. Simon's smile was all he needed, the look filling him with heat. "Babe." He only whispered the word. His body jerked and he came. "Yeah. Yeah." Simon nodded, eyes glinting on the sunlight.

He collapsed down onto Simon, panting.

"Got you." Those strong arms wrapped around him.

"Yeah, Simon. I do believe you do."

"Good." The word was firm. Steady.

He looked Simon in the eye. "It is."

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Chapter Twelve It was still light when Bay woke up, Ken drooling next to him. Well, okay, there was only a little bit of drool, but it meant Ken was sleeping hard and deep. Bay kissed his brother's nose and slipped out of bed, wondering where Rick and Simon had gotten to. He pulled on a pair of sweats and closed the bedroom door behind him, listening hard. It was all quiet. Bay sure hoped that was a "good, we made up" thing and not a bad "one of us left" thing. The door to the other bedroom was closed, so he went over to it and knocked softly before poking his head in. Rick and Simon were curled together, wrapped tight, holding on like the world was coming to an end. Bay slipped inside the room and watched them, smiling softly. Cool. Simon's eyes popped open, looking at him. The man didn't move, just looked over, mouthing, "Everything okay?" Bay mouthed back "Yes. You?" "Just fine." The look he got was warm, almost kind. He crept over to the bed, looking at Rick's face. Rick looked peaceful. Security - 196

"You two made up." "I hope so." Simon's hand slid over Rick's belly, under the sheet. "I intend to keep him." Bay bounced a little. "Good." He hugged himself, watching them together. A little voice at the back of his head wanted to know where this left him and Kenny, but especially Kenny. "Breathe, Bay." Rick looked at him. "We're not going to desert you boys." Simon nodded, eyes staying open. "We're here to protect you both." He crept forward until he was at the edge of their bed, and then he sat. "Yeah, the old man's paying you a ton, huh?" Rick reached out, touched the small of his back. "You know that's not the only reason." He arched into the touch, Rick's hand good, hot. It was the words that warmed him through, though. "I know." "Don't stress it, kid. We've got supplies, entertainment, each other." "Yeah." He felt his smile grow. "No more talk of anyone leaving." He leaned in, he couldn't help himself, pressing his lips softly against Rick's; he was so happy for Rick and Simon, that they'd worked through stuff.

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Rick smiled at him, the kiss slow and sweet, soft. Gentle. He moaned, something inside him untwisting. Maybe it was selfish of him, but he was glad Rick and Simon hadn't suddenly shut him and Kenny out of this. His mouth opened, his tongue touching Rick's lips. Rick let him in, both of them sharing their breath. He shifted so he was lying alongside Rick, pressing close so he didn't fall off the edge. He could feel Simon's hand, moving slowly under the blanket, touching Rick's body. He slid his own hand over Rick's chest, skin warm beneath the sheet, muscles strong and sexy. He kept his hand moving until his fingertips stroked over Simon's shoulder. Simon was broader, harder, warmer. He approved. He wriggled happily, his cock tenting his sweats and pressing against Rick's solid thigh. "Ken didn't wear you out?" Rick chuckled, let him cuddle in. "According to Kenny we don't get worn out." He gave Rick a wicked grin. "Although I don't think anybody can keep up with him." "I did fine." Simon rumbled softly. "I bet you did. He likes you. A lot." Bay reached over and touched Simon's face. "I like him."

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The words made him stop, smile. It took a certain kind of person to love Kenny, a special kind to like his twin. "I'm so glad you're staying." He leaned over Rick to press a kiss on Simon's lips. "We wouldn't desert you, man. No matter the situation. Your safety is our number one priority." Simon sounded so serious. "We all need to be safe." Rick and Simon, too. All of them. "Yes, Bay. All of us." Rick smiled at him. "Think of all the fun we'll have, this winter." "We're going to have to be creative to keep Kenny from going crazy." He could think of a thing or three. "We'll set him to making anatomically correct snowmen." Simon sounded sure. "If that doesn't work, I'll institute daily beatings." "Oh, he'll like that." And Bay meant both. He pressed in for another kiss, liking Simon more every moment. Rick's chest was solid beneath his as he slipped his tongue into Simon's mouth. Simon tasted different from Rick -- spicier, maybe, richer -- but still so good. He moaned, pushing the sound into Simon, his cock throbbing, his balls drawing up with need. Rick rolled into him, hand sliding down his belly to curl around his cock. He bucked, pushing into Rick's touch, kissing Simon harder. It was intoxicating. Security - 199

"Mmm. That's right. All we need now is Ken." Rick's fingers moved faster. "He'll be here soon. He can smell an orgasm at a hundred paces." Simon laughed against his lips, eyes warm and dancing. "Oh, that was good." "You should smile more often," he told Simon before diving in for more kisses, his tongue sliding along Simon’s, enjoying the spice. Rick's hand on his prick made it that much better, gave everything a good coating. Simon's hand moved on Rick; he could feel it bumping against his belly, nudging him. He slid his own hands through hair, touching Rick's scalp, and Simon's, tracing the shapes of their heads with his fingertips. Simon moaned, tongue starting to fuck his lips. He grabbed hold of it and sucked on it before letting go, letting Simon take his mouth. Groaning, he pushed his hips harder into Rick, his legs twitching restlessly. "Take your sweats off, now. Come under the blankets." Rick scooted back against Simon, lifted the covers. He scrambled to get the sweats off, slipping into the warmth beneath the covers. With a soft whimper, he pressed up against Rick, his cock trapped between them. "Mmm. Better?" Rick tugged him closer.

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"Yes." He gave Rick a kiss this time. Rick's mouth tasted different, and his kisses were more familiar than Simon's. He could feel Simon's hand, cupping and rubbing Rick's cock, jacking the man. Moaning, he started to hump against Rick's thigh, his fingers sliding over the muscled chest to find Rick's nipples. They were wrapped in the blankets, moving together, moaning and shifting, making the bedsprings creak. He could handle a whole winter of this. He so could. The way the snow was coming down, he thought he might get it. He switched to kissing Simon, and then back to Rick again. He felt like a kid in a candy store. Rick's cock was starting to leak, to drip against his belly, so hot against his skin. "More." He wanted more. "Mmm. C'mere." Simon moved him, and then his prick was wrapped in that big hand with Rick's. Gasping, he pushed into Simon's hand. A low, needy moan came from him. "Yeah. Yeah, Simon." Rick sounded... undone. "I got you, baby."

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Bay moaned at that, at the way they cared for each other. The way they let him in enough to see it. Rick took his mouth, stealing his breath, tongue fucking his lips in time with the strokes of Simon's hands. He clung to Rick's shoulder with one hand, to Simon's with the other as they sent him flying. Rick shot first, Simon's touch sure, strong, dragging the pleasure out of him. The feeling of Rick's spunk splashing against his skin, the smell of it, that's all Bay needed to come, too. He cried out, hips pushing his cock through Simon’s hand as he came. "Mmm... Good boys." Simon sounded pleased, voice husky. Bay smiled, pleased all through, and relaxed against Rick, feeling loose and easy. "So, can I fuck you now?" Bay whipped his head around to see Kenny, leaning in the doorway, naked as the day he was born. Simon laughed softly. "You have to ask Rick." "I don't want to fuck him, I want to fuck you." "Yeah, but Simon's mine." Rick sounded sure. "Well, Bay's mine, I didn't see anyone asking my permission." Security - 202

Bay sat up and glared at Kenny. "Don't be an asshole, Ken. A -- they didn't fuck me. B -- Nobody asks my permission to be with you so why the hell should anyone ask your permission to do me?" "Because everyone around here is getting laid, but me." Bay rolled his eyes. "You got laid like two hours ago." "Kid, come here." Simon chuckled, held up the covers. "It's cold out there." Bay had to work hard to hide his smile. Simon liked Kenny, that made him like the man a whole lot. Kenny didn't need to be asked twice or cajoled, he went right around and crawled in with Simon. "Mmm. Hey, kid." Simon kissed Kenny thoroughly, drawing him right in, not letting Kenny feel like he didn't belong at all. It was hot and it was good. Bay looked up at Rick and smiled. "I like your man." "I do, too." Rick nuzzled him, winked. "A lot." He giggled, settling against Rick to watch Simon make Kenny forget everything but kisses and heat and feeling good. Simon had rolled Kenny underneath him, pressing Kenny down into the mattress, taking one kiss after another. Kenny moaned, hands sliding over Simon's shoulders and Security - 203

holding on. Bay moaned, too. Kenny was the sexiest guy

he'd ever seen.

"Better." Simon smiled against Kenny's lips. "You taste

good."

"Yeah? Good enough to let me fuck you?" God, Kenny had

a one-track mind.

"Talk to Rick; if he says yes, then we'll talk about it."

"You're serious about that?" Kenny sighed, and then said,

"I want to fuck him."

"Kenny..." Bay would have poked his twin if he'd been

closer.

Kenny pouted, but he added, "Please."

"I'm sorry, Kenny. That's mine. Anything else is cool, but

that's mine." Rick's eyes burned into Simon's, the words so

serious.

Bay whimpered softly, a shiver going up along his back.

"Then I want you to fuck me, Simon."

"Okay, man. You know I'm not opposed to that." Simon

winked at Kenny, leaned down and bit his bottom lip. "Get yourself all slippery for me." Ken turned to him, eyes hot. "Bay? You got slick?" "Rick? Have you got some here, or do I need to go get some?" Security - 204

"We have some." Rick helped out, finding a condom for Simon, lube for Kenny. He slicked up his own fingers and then took Rick's hand, lubing it up as well. "Help me?" "Mmm." Rick moved over, slick hand on one of Kenny's hips. "This good with you?" Kenny met his eyes and Bay nodded. "All four of us together." Looking back at Rick, Ken agreed. "Yeah, it is." Rick leaned, kissed Kenny, nice and slow. Kenny's hand slid behind Rick's neck, holding him there. Bay couldn't help giggling -- Kenny did like to pretend he was in control. Even when he so clearly wasn't. Simon looked over at him, winked. Simon so had Kenny's number. He giggled a little more and then pushed his hand between Simon's body and Kenny's, teasing his twin's hole to distract him from the sounds. He pressed one finger inside, groaning at how hot Kenny was there. "You have to feel this, Rick." Rick's hand slipped into his, finger pushing in alongside. Kenny groaned into Rick's mouth, bucking up hard. He and Rick fucked Kenny with their fingers and it felt a little strange and a lot good, to be doing this together, like all four of them were connected. Simon reached for him, dragged him into a kiss and that Security - 205

was what he needed. He groaned, pushing closer, licking at the inside of Simon's mouth. Things started moving faster, fingers touching, kisses growing toothy and harsh. Someone covered Simon's cock and he helped Kenny bear down on it, Simon filling him up. Bay climbed onto Rick, staying close as Simon began to fuck Kenny. They were lovely together, Kenny so beautiful when he was making love. Kenny's hand reached out for him, fingers curling around his. Squeezing his twin's hand, he leaned in and brought their mouths together. He could taste Rick there, and Simon, too, but mostly, he tasted Kenny. Kenny kissed him hard, loving on him, loving him. He lost himself in it, hardly even realizing as his hips started moving, sliding his cock alongside Rick's. "Yeah. Yeah, honey. That's good." Bay broke off his kiss with Kenny, tongue swiping at Simon's mouth before he gave Rick a kiss. He wanted to be a part of all of them. For the first time -- maybe in his whole life, Bay felt safe. They all moved together, sharing kisses, sometimes two and two, sometimes all together in a kind of weird but sexy mishmash. "Mmm. Simon. Kiss me." Rick murmured the words, and Simon turned to him, the kiss near wild. Security - 206

Bay's hips moved in tandem with Simon's, him and Rick sliding together as Kenny and Simon fucked. It was wild. It was sexy. He was going to come any second, but he wanted to hold on until Kenny had shot first. "Soon. Soon, baby. Fuck, he's tight." Simon jerked, slamming up into his Kenny. Kenny didn't say anything at all and Bay could tell his twin was flying, Simon sending him into a place of pure pleasure. "Jack him off, Rick." Bay wanted to see Rick's big hand between Simon and Kenny's bellies. Rick's fingers wrapped tight around Kenny's prick, moving hard and fast, not giving Kenny a chance to breathe. Whimpering, Bay sped his own movements, sliding his and Rick's cocks together. Oh, he was close. So close. He wasn't sure who came first, but once it started, it was all over, all four of them shooting and grunting and groaning. Bay collapsed on Rick, his hand reaching out to lie against Simon and Kenny. He made a happy little sound. "Better?" That was Simon, patting Kenny's ass. Kenny stretched and then settled half under Simon and snugged up against Rick. "Yeah. Still wish I could fuck Security - 207

you." Kenny turned his head to give Rick a wicked smile. "I'm gonna ask you every day until you say yes." "I'm incredibly patient, kid." Rick grinned right back. "And I get to fuck him every day, so I can handle it." Kenny stuck out his tongue, but Bay could tell his twin was only playing -- being bratty, but for fun. Simon chuckled, finger stroking Kenny's tongue. "Pancakes?" Kenny licked Simon's finger before answering. "Yes, please. We have syrup, right? Oh... the things I could do with syrup." Bay laughed and took a really quick kiss from his twin. They were going to be all right.

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Chapter Thirteen Bay was in charge of the shopping cart and he bounced along behind it as Kenny, Rick and Simon slowly piled it full of food. It didn't usually take all four of them to shop; in fact, Bay thought maybe Rick and Simon kind of frowned on it, something about having both targets in a hard to defend area, but they were shopping for Thanksgiving. The first real one he and Kenny had had since Mom had died. Bay had insisted on them all being involved in all of it. From the cleaning to the cooking to the washing up and leftovers. Of course, they were lucky that Simon could cook, really. Simon added cinnamon rolls to the cart at one point. Rick added lube. Bay giggled happily at both of them, his laughter getting louder when Kenny added more lube and a whole bunch of bags of chips. "Munch and fuck, right, Bay?" Kenny looked around and then stole a quick kiss, leaving him blushing slightly as he watched his twin's ass disappear around the corner. He glanced around but nobody seemed to have noticed. "We need coffee, too." Rick plopped that in the basket. "And some steaks. We'll stay holed up for two weeks, at least." "Are we eating way too much tomorrow and going into stuffed comas and munching on leftovers all evening? And then watching the game and munching some more while Security - 209

we watch the game on Friday?" He knew how Thanksgivings usually went, when you weren't rich assholes who were too busy to spend the day with your family. Kenny usually found a party or three for them to forget all about what Thanksgiving really meant. "Absofuckinglutely." Simon looked pleased as hell, like that was the perfect plan. "And then we're going to stay holed up for at least two weeks, huh?" That sounded like fun, the four of them could explore, stay warm and busy. "I think so. Food, movies, popcorn, strip Scrabble." Rick winked at him. "Oh, I'm good at words." Bay laughed and bumped hips with Rick. "We're still missing the turkey." "Oh, Kenny's somewhere close..." Bay’s jaw dropped and then he started laughing. Rick smiled at him, and it was a good, easy look. Comfortable. They turned a corner and Kenny pounced on the cart, piling in a bunch of soft drinks. "Just what you need, kid. Caffeine." Simon grabbed two six packs of root beer. "Nah, I like 'em for the sugar." Kenny was checking out Simon's ass. His twin had a one track mind. Rick's hand passed over Simon's ass, casually. Bay bit back his smile. Security - 210

Kenny stuck out his tongue. "I'm going to go get some donuts." "Oh, get me some powdered ones." Simon winked at Kenny. "Am I gonna get anything for it?" "I'll share with you." "Yeah, okay." Kenny's eyes swept over Simon and then he was gone again. "I've never seen anyone derail him like you can." Bay was pretty impressed, actually. Most people were bowled over by Kenny, but not Rick and Simon. "You probably don't know a lot of people who like him. I like his company." "I do, too, but you're right; we're in the minority." He would always have a soft spot for Simon, for that reason alone. There were other reasons to like the man, too, though. Like the fact that he could cook and was going to make them Thanksgiving dinner. Simon chuckled, patted his shoulder and smiled. Rick watched them both fondly, and then took a deep breath. "Come on, let's go." "We haven't got the cranberry stuff in a can yet," Bay pointed out. He’d never had it before, but he’d seen plenty of TV shows and heard more than one personal account of holidays past from friends at school. Security - 211

"Or the rolls or pie crust." "Well, and the turkey. How big a one do you think we can get?" Bay was sort of fascinated by the whole cook your own bird thing. "Let's get a big one and a ham." Simon seemed excited. Bay steered toward the meat section. Kenny was already there and as soon as he saw them he started playing with the sausages. Man, that was rude. Typical Kenny, though. Simon swatted Kenny playfully, before putting ham and turkey in the cart. They didn't linger too much longer, though the cart was really full and he'd handed it over to Rick to push before they were done. He added a bunch of apples and oranges to the cart, Kenny countering every fruit addition he made with candy or chocolate of some sort. They turned it into a game and he only stopped when he was down to the weird shit like persimmons that he'd probably never eat. He'd bet no one really ate those. "Come on, guys. I want to get out of here." Rick was getting impatient. Bay ducked his head and stopped fooling around. "Sorry." Kenny popped him in the arm. "Don't apologize, Bay -- we were having fun." Security - 212

"No one's in trouble. We need to get back before it gets dark." Rick smiled. "And before we buy the whole store." "We might be too late on that last one." He and Kenny grabbed the cart away from Rick, pushing it to the cash together, and then helped put everything on the belt. Before long they were in the car, loaded down with enough groceries to last at least two weeks, if they were an army, heading back to the cabin. "So, can we help you cook?" Bay asked Simon. Kenny elbowed him. "Shh, he'll put us to work." "That's kind of the idea, Kenny." "Sure." Simon looked over at Rick, eyes warm. "It's been a while since I did Thanksgiving." "It's been a long time since me and Kenny had a real one." He couldn’t help the wistful note in his voice. It was around the holidays that he missed having a normal family, a normal upbringing. Kenny shrugged, but didn't disagree with him, which said a lot. "Well, then, we'll have fun." Simon grinned at him in the rear view mirror. He saw Rick reach out, fingers wrapped around Simon's wrist. Security - 213

"Yeah. I think we all have a lot to be thankful for." Kenny rolled his eyes at Bay, but then nodded. "Yeah, Bay. We do." *** Kenny still wasn't sure about this Thanksgiving thing. Bay had taken up residence in the kitchen with Simon, the two of them cooking up a storm. They already had cheese logs and chips and dip and all sorts of munchies made and sitting out. At least they weren’t going to starve. It had been cool, watching Bay have fun in the kitchen. For about twenty minutes, and then Kenny was done. Bored out of his mind. The problem was, that left him out here in the living room on the couch with only Rick for company as they watched the Thanksgiving parade. It wasn't that he hated Rick or anything, although he was jealous that the man wouldn't let him near Simon's ass, but he hadn't really had to spend any time with himself and Rick and he wasn't sure what to do, what to say. Rick didn't strike him as the hump like bunnies for something to do type. At least not with him. Rick leaned over, took a cracker with dip, the man's chest heavy on his thigh for a second. Kenny had to admit that Rick was hot. And good to Bay. Security - 214

He leaned against Rick, deciding maybe it was time to play. "Share?" He opened his mouth expectantly. Rick looked at him, then that mouth landed on his, tongue fucking his lips with a sudden heat that shocked him and excited him. So much better than crackers and dip. He started sucking on Rick's tongue, his hands curling around the broad shoulders. Rick pushed him over, leaning over his body and deepening the kiss. Kenny arched up into Rick's strength, wanting more, wanting to really feel the man. Rick pushed harder than Simon, let him feel all that strength. Man, that was sexy. Really sexy. He slid his hands through Rick's hair, holding him in place and letting the man devour his mouth. Yeah, he wanted more of this. One hand rubbed his stomach, pushing in hard enough that he'd feel it later. Whimpering, he spread his legs beneath Rick in an obvious invitation. That hand moved down, sliding on his crotch, driving him a little crazy. He wrapped his arms around Rick's neck, holding on as he did his best to hump into that touch. Rick had him pretty well held down, though and he wasn’t the least bit in control of this. Not one little bit. It was hot. "You like it a little rough. So does Simon." Rick groaned, biting at his lips, giving him what he wanted. Bay liked it sweet and careful. Rick could, obviously, do both.

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"Simon's a stud." Of course Rick was proving he was, too, now wasn't he? "He is." Rick ground down against him. "You're damn fine." "I am." He leaned up and took a kiss, biting at Rick's lower lip, giving as good as he got. Rick snorted and pushed harder, dragging his jeans open. He moaned for Rick, pushing into the touches. More. He wanted more, needed it. "That's it. Come on. Let's do this and relax a little." "Harder." He wanted it as hard as Rick could give it to him. "Uh-huh. Harder." Rick pushed him harder, driving him into the cushions of the couch. He moved up into Rick as much as he could, loving it every time he was forced back down into the couch. "Come on. Come on, now. Give it up." Rick bit his bottom lip, tugged it hard. He cried out, bucking hard as he came, giving it up to Rick. "Oh, such a sweet boy." Rick smiled at him, kissed him. "You smell good." He grinned up at the man, feeling easy and relaxed. "I'm not sweet -- that's Bay." Then he reached down for Rick's ass. "So what do you want?" Security - 216

"I don't suppose you like sucking men off?" He shook his head. "Nope. I like being made to suck men off." Rick leaned back, one hand cupping his nape and drawing him forward. "I want your mouth." He all but purred, shifting so Rick could push his head into the man's crotch. God, Rick smelled good. All male. Kenny scrambled at his fly. "Good boy. Come on now, they'll be in soon and I don't want to share right now." Oh, fuck him, he liked the sound of that, of Rick wanting this to be just the two of them. He got Rick's pants undone and tugged out a beautiful cock. "Nice," he murmured before going down on it. Rick's hand stayed on the back of his neck, not choking him, but keeping him moving, keeping him focused. He liked the heat of it against his scalp. It wasn't nearly as hot as Rick's cock, though. That was burning hot, with an all male scent and taste. He sucked harder as his head bobbed, wanting more. "That's right, suck me." The words were deep, rough, exciting him terribly. He slid one hand beneath Rick's balls, hefting them, squeezing a little harder. Security - 217

"Fuck." Rick's head thunked on the back of the sofa, hips bucking up, driving into him. He took everything Rick gave him and wanted more. "Sweet. That's it. Harder. Take it all." The words were growled, deep and soft, making him ache for it. He whimpered around Rick's cock, sucking for all he was worth. Rick grunted, cock throbbing, filling his mouth and splashing on his tongue. Rick tasted healthy, salty and almost sweet, definitely male. Moaning, Kenny drank it all down and then let Rick's cock slide out of his mouth. He licked his lips. "Mmm. That's a good look for you." Rick smiled at him, stroked his jaw. "Well fucked?" It certainly was a good feel for him. "Happy." Rick kissed him again, deep and hard. "Happy Thanksgiving, kid." Kenny stared up at Rick for a moment and then grinned. "Yeah. I think it might be." Then he began to casually move away. "Happy Thanksgiving. Old man."

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Chapter Fourteen Simon rolled his shoulders, stomping the snow off his boots on his way up the porch. The perimeter looked good, things looked safe. Less than a week to Christmas and he thought they might all make it to New Years without killing each other. He walked into the house, the smells of cinnamon and ginger strong and good. Maybe they'd even have fun. Bay and Ken were circling the couch, Ken covered in what looked like flour, Bay in cinnamon. Though Rick was on the couch with the paper, it looked like they were after each other with whatever was still in their hands. "Having fun, boys?" He shrugged his coat off. "Uh-huh." Ken's eyes never left his twin. "Bay's teaching me how to make cookies." Bay's hand went back and he nodded and suddenly Simon and Rick were their targets instead of each other. "If you throw that, I will turn you over my knee, now." Simon loved when Rick got growly. "Oh, God, you promise?" Ken didn't even wait for an answer before launching himself and his flour at Rick. Laughing, Bay tossed the cinnamon toward him, not really close enough to do too much damage. Unless you counted the carpet.

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He busted out laughing, clapping as Rick grabbed Ken, dragged the skinny body over and started whacking on him. Bay was laughing, too, pushing against him, eyes bright. Simon wrapped his arms around Bay, chuckling. "Hey there. Having a good day?" "Uh-huh." Bay wriggled against him as Ken started shouting. Which no one was taking seriously, given the way the kid's ass pushed up for each swat. "Kenny's feeling a little cooped up, I think." "Maybe this'll help. Are there really cookies?" "There are!" Bay laughed again as Ken's shrieks rose in volume. Bay bounced and goosed him before half-running toward the kitchen, clearly expecting to be chased. He took off, feet pounding on the floor, giving chase. "Gonna get you!" Laughing, Bay zigged, and then zagged, and then his feet flew out from under him and he went down hard, hitting his cheek on the coffee table. "Fuck! Rick!" He bent, scooped Bay up and cradled him close. "You okay, honey?" Bay's eyes went glassy and then they started to roll back in his head. "Rick! Rick, get your ass over here!" Security - 220

Bay started to seize, shaking like crazy.

"Where the fuck are you!"

Rick came running. "Shit. Shit, okay."

"No, leave him be." Ken was right behind Rick, pushing

past them both. He sat next to Bay's head. "We have to make sure he doesn't choke." "Okay. Is the wooden spoon thing a myth or real?"

"It's crap." Ken stroked Bay's head. "Come on, Bay. Come

on. Come back. He must have forgotten to take his pills."

"I'll go get them. Water, too, right? He was thirsty

afterward." Rick stood as he spoke, already heading out.

"Water. Yeah." Ken was focused on his twin, rubbing

Bay’s head, his chest.

It felt like forever, but Rick hadn't come back yet when Bay

finally stilled, eyelids fluttering.

"What do I do, man?"

"We need to take care of him. Tell him he's okay. Hold

him." Ken looked up at him. "After my mom died it was

only ever him and me when this happened."

"Well, honey, you're good at taking care of him." "You're probably the first person to ever think so." Security - 221

"At least the second." Bay was relaxing already, easing in Ken's arms. Ken looked down into Bay's face, stroking his cheek. "It's okay, Bay. Rick's bringing your pills and some water. Can you understand me?" Bay blinked up at Ken. "Wha...?" Rick came in, pills and a plastic cup in hand. "Here you go, Ken." Ken got the pills into Bay, followed by the water. "It's okay, Bay. You had a little seizure. You haven't been taking your pills, have you?" Bay shrugged. "I might have forgotten a time or two." "No forgetting, Bay. We're too far out to get you medical care." Rick stared down, lips tight. "I'm sorry," Bay whispered, looking pale and sad. Sorry. "Yeah, well, I'm going to set the alarm every day and make sure you take them." Ken looked almost fierce for a moment. "It's important. You're important, Bay." A smile pulled the corners of Bay's mouth up, and he reached for his brother. Rick met Simon's eyes, a warmth there that eased the oily, dull panic that he'd felt since Bay started seizing. Better. Security - 222

Ken wrapped Bay up in his arms and the twins hugged each other tight. "Can I get off the floor?" Bay asked plaintively a few moments later. "Why don't we move you both to the couch?" Simon held his hand out to help. "Yeah, that would be good." Ken grabbed his hand and the two of them helped Bay up, got him moved to the couch where Bay sat with a sigh. "Better?" Bay nodded, looking pale, but there, and he headed to the kitchen to wash his hands, breathe a second. Ken followed, grabbed juice from the fridge and drank out of the bottle. "You okay, Simon? This didn't freak you out, did it?" He could hear the 'you're not going to leave' that was right beneath the question. "Scared me a little. I was afraid he'd really hurt himself." He smiled at Ken, tapped the end of the bottle. "That gross, you know that, right?" "What? How can this be more gross than licking my ass or sucking my cock?" Ken gave him a wink, all that bluster coming back, covering up the worry. Simon chuckled, and then opened up his arms, offering Ken a hug. Ken practically flew into his arms, holding on tight. "I'm here. I have you." He rocked Ken gently, holding on. Security - 223

"And you're not leaving." Ken sounded kind of amazed. "After everything I've done, after Bay seized out on you." "No. No, baby. Not leaving. We're right here." He nuzzled Ken's jaw. "You're my friend, Ken. I like you." Ken stopped and looked at him at that, a slow smile spreading across his face. "I like you, too. I even like Rick." "Yeah, well, I might kick Rick's ass every so often." He grinned at his lover, who was wandering into the kitchen, and winked. "Bay's asking for you, Kenny." Ken didn't even hesitate. "Okay." Simon found himself on the receiving end of a quick, heartfelt kiss, and then Ken hightailed it into the living room. "Hey, babe. He okay?" He put the juice back into the fridge, not quite sure how he'd ended up with it. "Yeah, he's fine. He 'forgot' his pills over the last few days. I explained the importance of not forgetting." Rick's hand slid across his ass. "You're good at that." Rick smiled at him. "What this?" He was given another ass pat. "I meant explaining things, but that, too." Security - 224

"Kenny looked pretty upset, I'm guessing he'll make sure that Bay takes them regularly." Rick muscled up into his personal space. "Uh-huh." He was having a fucking hard time focusing. And didn't Rick know that? He sure did. One big hand landed on his ass and tugged him close. "Fuck, babe. Kiss me." Hard. Deep. Now would be good. Rick did. Their lips pressed together and Rick's tongue slid through his mouth. He moaned, opened up, licked at Rick's mouth. Rick backed him up against the fridge, pressing him against it. Oh, damn. He loved that hunger, that raw need. The kiss nearly bent him backward now as Rick ground against him. He spread, balancing for Rick, taking everything he was being given. One of Rick's hands pushed between them, sliding into his pants. "Rick. Babe." He fucking wanted, so badly. Suddenly. Rick's hand jacked him good and hard. "Come on, gimme." "Rick. Rick, fuck." His head fell back and whacked the fridge. That didn't slow Rick down any, he kept stroking Simon like there was no tomorrow. Like Simon coming was all he wanted. "Love you, babe." Simon moaned the words and shot. Security - 225

Rick smiled, the look smug as hell. Then he started licking Simon's come from his fingers. "Don't make me beat you." Beautiful asshole.

"Like you could." Rick took a quick kiss. "We should go

see if the boys are okay."

"We should. Thanks, babe." He felt good, loose in his

bones. Like he could take on the world.

Rick put an arm around his shoulders and they wandered

back into the living room.

Bay and Ken were cuddled together, holding hands and

kissing.

"Better boys?" He smiled over. Bay looked less terrifying

now.

Bay nodded. "Yeah. Almost human."

Ken cuddled Bay close. "We were going to watch Speed.

Come sit with us?"

"That sounds like one hell of a plan." He checked the front

door while Rick grabbed some blankets. The four of them settled together to watch the movie, close and warm and quiet while the wind picked up outside, howling around the cabin. *** Security - 226

Bay bounced through the snow, laughing and happy despite the fact that it had to be a bazillion degrees below zero. He felt a hundred percent better now and life was so good. At the moment, they were going to chop down a tree for Christmas. Simon had the ax, Rick had rope and Ken was making snarky comments. It was awesome. Their own tree that they picked by themselves. It really didn’t get much better than that. Rick had bought decorations and lights on the last trek into town, Simon promised hot buttered rum and movies and popcorn. "Man, this is designed to freeze all our balls off, isn't it?" complained Kenny. Bay laughed and bumped into Kenny, sending his twin into the snow. "You did that on purpose!" "I did!" Kenny's eyes narrowed and Bay ran. "The puppies are playing in the snow, Rick." Simon's voice rang out. "I noticed. It's adorable." Bay ran for Rick, hiding behind him as Kenny tried to get to him. Rick chuckled, booting him right back into play. Security - 227

He shouted as Kenny tackled him. "Simon! Help me!" "I have an axe, kiddo. Tickle him." Oh, good idea! Bay went for Kenny's ribs, knowing exactly which ones to attack. Of course that was a two way street and they were soon both tickled out, covered in snow and panting hard and freezing half to death. "Come on, you two. Up. Let's pick our tree and get it chopped." Rick helped them up, brushing them both off. Bay made sure to lean into Rick's hand. He couldn't help but notice Kenny doing the same. He looked at Kenny and Kenny looked at him and they nodded together. They launched themselves at Rick, bringing him down. Simon's laugh rang out, and Rick kissed him silly, the man's mouth pure heat in a world of cold. Bay went with it, breathless when their lips finally parted. He smiled down at Rick and wriggled a little, but they were wearing far too many layers. "Save that for when we're back home, murdered tree triumphantly displayed," Kenny teased. "Here's a nice looking one, guys." Simon was standing near a mid-sized tree; it was dark and full. They all turned to look and Bay jumped up to walk around it and make sure it looked good from all angles. Security - 228

Kenny wandered over to Simon, looking for mischief, but Simon grabbed him, kissed him hard and long and deep. Bay stopped where he was so he could watch. Simon was good for Kenny, and good to him. "This one is good," he finally said when their mouths

parted.

Rick nodded. "Looks great."

Simon grinned. "Move back, boys."

Bay laughed and he and Kenny joined hands and watched

as Simon got to work.

Kenny nudged his shoulder. "He's hot, isn't he?"

Bay giggled and nodded.

Rick smiled over. "Incredibly."

"You are, too." Bay smiled at Rick. Man, he and Kenny

were lucky.

Rick reached out one hand. "Happy, man?"

He nodded, leaning against Rick, holding both Rick and

Kenny's hands as Simon cut down their own Christmas

tree.

"Yeah, I am."

"Good."

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"Okay, guys. It's coming down." Simon stepped away after a particularly loud crack. Bay laughed and stepped out of the way along with Kenny and Rick. The tree fell, making the snow poof up in a big cloud. "Ta da!" Simon stood, arms open wide. Bay ran over to him and wrapped his arms around Simon's middle. "Thank you." Kenny was there a second later, adding his own hugs. "You deserve something special for that -- I could fuck you!" He heard the smack of Rick's hand on Kenny's ass. "That doesn't belong to you." Kenny pushed his ass back toward Rick. "You could let me do him." "Not a chance." Rick swatted Kenny again, playfully. "Pushy boy." Kenny moaned a little and started leaning against Rick. "I'm not going to give up, you know." "I know." Rick grinned over. "I'm not either." Simon chuckled, tossed a snowball over. "I'm right here, you two." "I say we pounce him," Kenny suggested, including Bay as well as Rick in the suggestion. Security - 230

"I say that I still have an axe, Kenny." Kenny stuck his tongue out at Simon. Simon chuckled, waggled his tongue at Kenny. Kenny pounced and stole more kisses. Bay leaned against Rick, trying to stay warm now that they weren't moving, and watched. The kisses didn't last too long, because Simon got them moving. "Come on. Grab the tree. Let's go in and play." "I thought you and Rick were gonna deal with the tree." Kenny patted Simon's pecs. "I cut it down. Come on, kiddo. Let's go." "No way. Me and Bay aren't studs like you and Rick." "We'll do it," Bay interrupted Kenny before he could get himself worked up. "But it would be awesome if you and Rick could help." "Well, of course. I didn't expect anyone to do all the work." Simon grabbed the trunk, Rick staring Kenny down until he went to help. Bay did his part, helping, and it wasn't bad with all four of them carrying it. To forget how cold it was, he started singing carols. The problem was, he and Kenny only knew pretty much just half a verse of each one, so they jumped from one to the next to the next. Security - 231

Rick finally kept singing one, his low voice ringing out as the reached the house. They managed to get the tree inside without bringing too much snow or losing too many of the needles. "Did someone say hot buttered rum?" Kenny asked. "Yeah. I'll do that and the popcorn, if you help get the tree in the stand." Simon pulled his coat off, his mitts. "You keep singing, Rick." Bay gave the big man a kiss and grabbed the Christmas tree stand. So far this was shaping up to be the best Christmas they'd had in a long time. *** The tree was lit up, presents underneath. The twins were asleep -- not in that visions of sugarplums way, but in that loud, furious monkey-sex way. Those two could tie it up. Simon leaned back against the couch, blinking slow, checking the camera feeds from outside every half an hour or so. He'd had worse Christmases. Rick came in from the kitchen with a plate of cookies and two mugs of something steaming. Hot chocolate by the smell of it. "Want some company?" Security - 232

"I do." He scooted over, patted the couch. "Have a seat." "Everything secure?" Rick asked as he sat, their bodies touching from shoulders to thighs to knees. "No one coming down the chimney?" "Nothing. Not a reindeer in sight. I even checked for elves."

"Good. It should be a nice quiet Christmas, then." Rick's

arm wrapped around his shoulder. "Unless you count the

noise the boys make."

He leaned in, smiled. "They're dear and I love them, but...

well, you know how I am."

Rick's nose rubbed his own and then their lips met. "I do,

do I?"

"Yeah, baby. You so do." Fuck, he was brutally in love.

"Yeah, maybe I do." Rick's mouth closed over his.

He opened up, their tongues sliding together. God, Rick

tasted good.

"When'd you last check the perimeter?"

"In person? Before Ken's third orgasm."

"Then we have time." Rick pushed him back against the

couch.

"Oh." Merry Christmas to him. "Yeah. We got time."

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Rick's smile was part sweet, part feral and the kiss was all need. He wrapped around Rick, humped up into the kiss. "Sexy little fucker, aren't you?" Rick was hard as they ground together; he could feel it through their jeans. "Not that little." He reached down, cupped Rick's balls. Rick grunted and pushed into his hands. "You're shorter than me." "I'm shorter than most guys, but I'm broad." "You're just right, actually. Sure fit good against me." Rick kept moving. He pushed one hand between them, tugging at their top buttons. "Fuck. Tell me I'm not dreaming." It was still so fucking new. "If you are, I'm right there with you." Rick sucked on his tongue and nipped at his nose and finally got the stupid buttons undone. Which meant he was now fighting their zippers, fingers bumping his cock over and over. Once their cocks were bared, it was worth it. Rick was wet at the tip, stroking against his, leaving a trail. Rick didn't say a word. There was grunting and groaning and moaning which told him everything he needed to know. They found a rhythm, strong and steady, not too fast, not Security - 234

too slow. Rick's kisses filled his mouth with heat, and then

slid over to his jaw, his neck as Rick tasted his skin.

"Babe." Oh, fuck. That was hot.

"Gonna be soon." Rick's growl made his balls ache.

"Uh-huh. Come on." They knew what they needed.

"You first."

"Pushy." He loved it.

Rick laughed at that. The sound was husky and sexy and

pushed him right over the edge.

He shot so hard his muscles burned, his balls tight.

"That's it!" Rick nodded and his hips bucked, more heat

splashing between them.

"I love you." He whispered the words against Rick's jaw.

"Love you, Simon. Always have. Always will."

"Good." Thank God.

There was a sound at the door and when he looked, Bay

and Ken padded further into the room, naked but for the quilt they had wrapped around themselves, shared between them. "Hey boys." Simon waved lazily, covering Rick's ass with an afghan. Rick shifted, hand resting possessively on his hip. Security - 235

"Can we open gifts now?" Kenny asked, bouncing, the quilt slipping to give them glimpses of his cock and balls jiggling. "One each. We can't sleep," Bay added. "After all those orgasms, you can't sleep?" Rick looked

over, lips twisting.

"It's Christmas." Kenny said it like that explained

everything.

"That it is." Simon stripped off his shirt, cleaning him and

Rick off. "Well, grab a gift, kid, and come sit."

They could celebrate.

Hell, they had been all evening. He looked over at Rick.

Smiled.

Merry Christmas.

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Chapter Fifteen Ken watched the snow come down. God, winter was a bitch up here. It kept snowing and snowing and snowing. There was nowhere to go and nothing to do. Simon went by the house, doing rounds and Ken grinned, grabbed his boots and coat and jogged after the stud. "Hey! Hey, Simon. Hold up." Simon slowed, offered him a slow smile. "Hey. You good?" "No." He went ahead of Simon, walking backward so he could watch the man move. "Are we really going to be here all winter?" "Yeah, looks like. Have you two finished all your video games already?" "I'm tired of playing video games." He bounced along. "You could let me fuck you." "Could I?" Simon chuckled, smiled at him. "You could! It would be good. Something new, something different, something awesome!" He was not giving up, he didn't care how many times Simon and Rick said no, he'd keep asking. Eventually they'd decide to go for it -- no one could resist him forever. "Sorry, Kenny. I told you, that was up to Rick." "So let's go ask him!" He grabbed hold of Simon’s hand and tried to head him back toward the cabin. Security - 237

"Kenny, honey, I have to check the perimeter." "That's all everyone does around here is check the damn perimeter!" He knew he sounded childish, hell, he knew it was childish, but damn it, he'd been good for weeks, months. "You want to come with me? I could use the company." "Yeah, okay." He kicked at the snow with his feet. It was something to do. Besides, he actually liked Simon. "Have you ever done cross country skiing? I found the equipment in the barn." Simon's arm wrapped around his waist. He cuddled into Simon's side, as well as he could with their winter coats on, anyway. "Downhill yes, cross-country, never. Isn't it boring?" "It's damn hard work, good exercise, and we could explore a little bit." "Yeah?" He shrugged. "Okay, if you say it's worth it then let's do it." It would be something different, anyway. "We'll have to try it tomorrow, huh?" Simon's eyes twinkled, the look pure mischief. "Yeah, yeah, okay." Man, he bet Simon could make watching paint dry seem interesting. "Cool." Simon headed toward some trees, leaned back against one and dragged him close, kissed him hard. Security - 238

He opened up right away for Simon, loving that take charge attitude. His arms slid around Simon's middle. Simon kissed him like no one else, tongue fucking his lips, eyes heated and focused. He looked right back, his cock hard already, from kisses. Simon was hot. "You look less bored." Simon kissed him again, hard. "You have that kind of effect on me." He tried to rub them

together, but warm winter coats were thick.

"We could go to the barn..." Oh, that worked.

"Yes, please." He nodded, pushing up for another kiss.

Simon walked him around, hand splayed over his ass.

"Are you going to let me fuck you?" he asked as they went

inside the barn.

"Nope." Simon wasn't budging.

"One of these days you'll cave." And even if Simon didn't,

it was fun bugging him about it. "Are you gonna fuck me?"

"I was considering fucking your mouth, actually."

His dick got even harder and his mouth started to water.

"Oh, God. Okay."

Simon leaned back against the door, legs spread. "On your

knees, sweet boy."

Pulling off his coat, he went to his knees and looked up at

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Simon. Simon smiled at him, the look warm, fond, one finger traced his mouth. He opened up, trying to capture Simon's finger between his lips. "Pretty mouth." Ken moaned and nipped at Simon's fingertip. "Take out my cock." He pushed Simon's winter coat out of the way and reached for the zipper in the man's jeans. Those square fingers pushed into his hair, petted him. "Good. I want in." "Uh-huh. Gonna suck you off good." He got the zipper down, and reached in to tug Simon's cock out. It was so hot in his hand. Simon arched and pushed against his hand, prick bumping his lips. He opened his mouth for it and lapped at the head. Salt teased his tongue, made him hungry for more and he flicked the slit, pushed in a little. Simon grunted, hand wrapping around the back of his head and drawing him in close. He loved that. He loved a hard hand in his hair. He went down slowly. "Good boy." He heard Simon's groan, Simon’s hand encouraging him to sink deeper. He breathed in hard through his nose and went right to the base. He swallowed around the tip and pulled off again. Security - 240

"Damn. Do it again." If his mouth hadn't been full of cock, he would have given Simon a shit-eating grin. Instead, he went down all the way again. "Yeah." Simon's hips rolled, thighs rock hard under his hands. He sucked even harder, Simon's obvious pleasure making it all that much better. "So fucking sweet. Don't stop. Don't stop, Ken." That prick slid over his tongue, over and over, pushing into him. Like he was going to stop. He wanted more of that pleading, though, so he bobbed his head and took Simon in deep, over and over. "Good. Good." Simon's hand moved him, drew him closer. He pressed close against Simon's legs, his arms wrapped around Simon's ass. Simon started moving, fucking his lips, harder and faster. He opened right up and let Simon do what he wanted. He loved the way Simon's fat cock hit the back of his throat over and over again. Simon growled, muttering down at him, telling him that he was hot and that he was fine and not to stop. Every word made him suck harder, try to make it better for Simon. He wasn't sure when Simon stopped letting him suck and started fucking his mouth. All of a sudden it was happening, prick spreading his lips wide, pushing into his Security - 241

mouth. He wrapped his hands around Simon's ass and opened wide; he'd let Simon do whatever he wanted. "Yes." Simon took him, eyes fastened on him, hips slamming that cock into him, over and over. His own cock pressed against his jeans zipper, wanting out, but he concentrated on Simon's pleasure first. "Close." The single word was growled out. That had him sucking harder, eager to make Simon shoot. Simon jerked, hands tugging his hair as ropes of salty spunk poured into his lips. Some he swallowed, some he let drip down his lips and chin; he hoped Simon would want to lick him clean. Simon dragged him up, mouth crashing down on his, hand tugging at his waistband. He kissed Simon wildly as his hips pushed blindly. That strong hand wrapped around his cock, jacking him hard and fast. "Simon." He whimpered and gasped. Simon had such a good touch. "Yeah. Come on. You're so fucking hot." "I know." He laughed and came, heat spurting from his cock. Simon's hand kept moving, rubbing the spunk in. God, that was sexy. He clung to the broad shoulders and took another kiss. "Sweet." Simon smiled, held on a little. Security - 242

Panting, he smiled at Simon. "Now that wasn't boring."

"No. No, I wouldn't say that was boring at all."

"Mmm, you wanna do it again?"

"Inside, where it's warmer, yes."

"Cool!" He bounced up and gave Simon a quick kiss. "You

gonna let me fuck you this time?"

***

Bay watched Kenny go outside to bug Simon and he

sighed. He knew his twin was getting bored, going a little stir crazy. Simon seemed to be good for that, though. He hoped between the three of them they could continue to keep Kenny from losing it. With Kenny occupied by Simon, Bay wandered back to the back bedroom, looking for Rick. Rick was at a computer, typing away.

"Whatcha doing?" Having let Rick know he was there, he

went over and slid his hands over Rick's shoulders.

"Making notes." Rick's muscles were tight.

He started massaging them automatically. "Is something

wrong?"

"Mmm. No, slept crooked. That feels good."

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"Then I'll keep doing it." He liked touching Rick and giving him a massage was the perfect excuse to keep doing it. Rick grunted, head falling forward. "This would be even better without your shirt on." "You don't think it's too cold?" Rick was teasing; he could tell. He laughed softly and bent to kiss the small patch of skin on Rick's neck right above his shirt. "My hands are nice and warm." "They are." Rick raised his arms, letting him pull the heavy sweater off. The shirt was next and then he had Rick's muscled back and shoulders. Humming happily, he continued massaging. The computer clicked shut. Oh, Rick was going to play. Bay let himself sink into what he was doing, his body responding to the heat and scent of Rick's. "You feeling good?" Rick's voice had gone husky, a bit harsh. "If we moved this to the bedroom, I could massage the rest of you, too." Or do whatever else Rick wanted. "And then we could nap, hmm?" Rick was becoming a champion napper. There was nothing like smuggling up Security - 244

with the big man either. Unless it was a four way nap, of course. He nodded eagerly and held out his hand. "Come on. The bed's even made." A sure sign of Kenny's boredom -- his twin was helping him make the bed! "You two must be bored..." Rick stood and wrapped one arm around his waist. "I don't mind so much, but not going out is grating on Kenny." Not that Kenny was being awful or anything, more restless. Bay let his fingers drift along Rick's waist. "Simon found skis. He'll occupy Kenny." Rick kept them moving. "We ought to find you a hobby." Bay giggled. "Is that a euphemism?" They got to the bedroom and he turned to start working on Rick's jeans. "No, I was serious. Do you like whittling?" That cock pushed out, right into his hand. "Whittling?" He wrapped around Rick's dick and began stroking. "Wha..." Rick's eyes rolled. He leaned up and kissed Rick, gently touching their lips together. Rick smiled at him, tongue flicking out to lick his lips. He smiled back and opened up, inviting Rick in. Rick Security - 245

moaned, dragged him closer. He slid his free hand up along Rick's chest to wrap around his shoulder. His other hand kept moving, sliding along the thick, perfect heat. "Don't stop, man. That's fine." Smiling, he pressed their lips back together and kept jacking Rick's cock. Rick's hand cupped his ass, fingers splayed wide. He gasped happily into Rick's mouth and pushed his ass back. "Pretty." That rumbling growl made him shudder, made him gasp and shake. His own cock was hard and he slid it against Rick's thigh. He loved the hard muscles. All of them. He swallowed and moaned and tightened his hand around Rick's cock. Rick kissed him and kissed him and then kissed him some more, tongue plunging into his lips, fucking his mouth good and hard. Soon his hand was moving by rote more than anything else and he was so close. Rick was going to make him come without even touching his cock, or even baring it. Again. Rick's eyes held his -- the pleasure and happiness in them right there at the surface. "Rick." He moaned the name as he shuddered. Pleasure took over his body and he came. "Uh-huh. Keep touching. Close." He squeezed hard, then Rick grunted and shot, entire body shivering with it. Security - 246

Bay made a happy little noise and leaned against Rick, his cheek against the warm skin of Rick's chest. His hand was still wrapped around Rick's heat and he moved it slowly, the way slick now with Rick's come. "Mmm. You're tempting. Want to have a nap? Rest for a bit?" "Yeah, that sounds nice." Like he was going to say no to being wrapped up with Rick. He helped Rick get the rest of the way undressed. Rick's skin felt good beneath his fingertips. Rick worked on his clothes and then, there they were, curled together, warm and naked and dozing under the covers. Them here, and Kenny and Simon probably in the barn, but close anyway; it was almost perfect. If only they weren't here because someone was trying to kill them.

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Chapter Sixteen Bay watched Simon and Rick as they sat at the laptop, heads close together. It was one of his favorite activities -they were so hot together. Today, though, they were talking in low voices and neither of them looked happy. On top of that, this morning he'd overheard them discussing doing drills with him and Kenneth in case they needed to 'bug out'. Bay didn't think that could mean anything good. He nudged Kenny as his twin played House of the Dead, but Kenny only grunted at him and kept playing. Biting his lip, Bay watched the guys for few minutes longer and then finally went over to Simon and Rick. "Hey." Two sets of worried eyes met his, then Rick smiled. "Hey, you. What's up?" "That's what I was going to ask you guys." "The FBI is closing in on the group after your father. They've moved him to a safe house." On the surface what they'd said sounded good, but he'd seen their faces today, when they thought him and Kenny weren't looking. "Why do you guys look so worried, then?" "If they've moved your father, then you two are bigger targets, honey. And we've been in the same place a long time." Security - 248

Simon smiled at him, nodded. "It's the most dangerous section, right before the end, huh?" "Oh." He shivered and nodded, hugged himself. "Does it mean we have to move?" "Not yet. Possibly not at all." Rick tugged him close. "We have to be ready." He pressed into Rick's strength; he felt safe when Rick held him, like nothing could get to him. "So, what does 'be ready' mean?" Simon shrugged. "Training on how to get out, how to use the snowmobiles. Where to meet up. You need to make sure the bug-out bags are ready." "We wouldn't be separated like last time, would we?" He didn't want to be somewhere Kenny wasn't. Or Simon or Rick. He felt safest with all four of them together. "If we are, we'll meet in town, at the back of the sporting goods store." "Okay. Am I with you or Simon?" "You're with me." Rick took his hand, squeezed his fingers. "Okay. Good." His eyes flew to Simon's. "I didn't mean anything bad by that. I'm just... used to Rick if Kenny's not around." Simon chuckled. "You're cool, kid. Ken and me, we get along fine." Security - 249

He nodded. It was true; in fact it made him happy how good Simon and Kenny got along. "What's this thing about drills?" "Practice, honey. Just in case."

"Did I hear somebody say drills?" Kenny leaned over his

shoulder. "Are you finally gonna let me have Simon's ass,

Rick?"

Rick looked over at Kenny, shook his head. "Never. Never

going to happen."

"Damn. So what was this about drilling, then?" Kenny

rubbed up against him.

"Practice, kid. Practicing getting out."

Kenny stiffened, suddenly not playing anymore. "Is there a

problem?"

"Your pop's been taken to a safe house."

He felt Kenny relax a little and shrug behind him. "So?"

"So, we'll need to make sure you two are ready, in case

they find you."

"So the old man is still ruining our lives."

Bay elbowed his brother. "You're bored here, Kenny."

"So? I'm happy here, too." He could hear the pout in

Kenny's voice.

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"We're not leaving unless we have to." Rick gave them a sure smile. "You guys are gonna take care of us, right?" Bay nodded at Kenny's question. Simon and Rick would; he knew it, but also knew Kenny had to ask. "Have we ever not taken care of you, Ken?" Simon held Kenny's eyes. Kenny looked right back. "No. Since you got hired you've done your job." "I'd take care of you if your pop called and fired me right now, Ken." Kenny's chin jutted out. "Yeah? You sure about that?" "Yes." Bay loved how Simon didn't play games, stared Kenny down, calm and sure. Kenny kept staring for a long minute and then he threw himself at Simon. Simon caught his brother, kissed Kenny hard. Bay leaned against Rick, smiled. God, they hadn't been this happy in a long, long time. He hoped it wasn’t about to be ripped away from them. Rick's arm came around his waist, fingers moving slowly. He leaned harder, nuzzling into Rick's neck. Security - 251

"You're okay, man. I got you." Rick rocked them together. "I don't want to lose this." He whispered the words against Rick's skin. Kenny would roll his eyes if he heard and call him Emo-Baby or something like that, but he knew Kenny didn't want to lose this either. Rick rumbled softly, kept him close. "We're going to keep you safe." Bay nodded and tilted his head for a kiss, something to occupy his mind so he didn't ask the question he was afraid to hear the answer to: what happens when the threat is over? Rick kissed him, hard enough that everything else crumbled away. He opened right up, letting Rick in. Rick fucked his lips, making him a little dizzy. "Rick, babe. We got company." Simon's voice snapped out like a whip. "Get the boys safe. I'll run interference." Bay gasped, hearing the urgency in the words, in the way Rick's muscles all went tight like a tiger about to leap, but he was too kiss-stupid to put two and two together yet. "What?" "Move." Simon leapt over the sofa and grabbed a pistol holster before heading out the door. "Come on, boys. Get coats and shoes on, just in case. It could be nothing." Bay nodded, slowly getting it and beginning to panic. Security - 252

Kenny punched him hard in the arm. "You heard them,

Bay. Move."

He nodded again and followed Kenny to the back door

where their boots and coats were, putting them on quickly.

"What now?" he asked Rick, holding tight to Kenny's hand.

"We'll wait. Simon will give us a signal. It might be

nothing. No panicking."

"I'll try."

"We're good," Kenny added, squeezing his hand hard.

Rick nodded, watching. Simon was out there in the snow, a

black smear with another black smear.

"There's someone out there!" Kenny muttered.

Bay shivered again, eyes going wide.

"Shh." Rick was still, watching like a hawk.

He and Kevin froze. Hell, he was actually holding his

breath. He might have been praying, too.

The men outside talked for what seemed like hours -Simon not moving around too much, not letting the guy get too close. Bay could feel Kenny starting to vibrate next to him and he knew his twin wouldn't be able to stay still and silent for much longer. Security - 253

"Be still, kid. Let Simon do his job."

"Kenny doesn't do still well." Still, his twin was trying

hard, he could tell.

"Yeah. Me either." At Rick's words, Kenny blinked.

"What? That's my lover out there."

"Mine, too," murmured Kenny.

"And mine," Bay added. "We're all worried for him, for all

of us. Now hush, what are they doing?"

"Talking. That bodes pretty well. If it's one of our guys,

Simon'll be telling them that he's the decoy. If it's not,

Simon's playing stupid."

"Why wouldn't you tell one of 'our' guys the truth? Do you

think one of your guys is gonna hurt us?"

"Because you're more important than the good guys."

"You and Simon are important, too." Kenny sounded

belligerent.

"Everyone is important," Bay whispered.

"Hush." Rick frowned. "It's taking too long..."

"What do we do?" Bay asked.

"We go help him. We need to go help him." Kenny let go

of his hand.

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"No. No. We stay." Rick looked a little sick. "Rick..." Bay grabbed Rick's arm. "Me and Kenny will go hide, or run to town or anything you need us to do. You go help Simon." "I can't. This is how it works. Simon is a strong man." Rick’s voice sounded rather bleak. "Can't you like get a gun and shoot that guy? Kenny sounded angry. Bay was trying not to panic. "Ken, I don't know who the guy is and I'd have a body to get rid of." "We can't stand here and watch!" Kenny was getting agitated and Bay grabbed his hand again, holding on tight. "Kenny. Simon is a pro. He'll be fine. You relax." Rick's eyes never left the window. "Just like that? What are you -- made of stone?" Bay turned and wrapped his arms around Kenny. "Shh. Shh. Simon knows what he's doing. He's gonna be pissed if you ruin what he's doing by exposing yourself." Rick didn't answer, kept watching, staring. It was freaking him out as much as Simon being out there was. Maybe even more. "What's going on?" Kenny whispered into his ear. "I don't know. I don't know. Hold me." Security - 255

"Shh. Shh." Rick went stiff, eyes wide. "Come on, boys. Time to bug out. Go. Go. Together, the three of us. Now." "What? No!" Kenny tried to pull out of his arms. Rick grabbed Ken, slapped one hand over his mouth. "Now," Rick hissed. "Don't you fucking fight me." Bay held tight to Kenny's hand. "We're right behind you, Rick." "Okay. Come on." They hit the back door, running along the tiny path Simon and Rick kept shoveled so that no one could count their footprints. They'd hit the trees when they heard the rattle of gun fire, snapping through the air. Rick moaned, but kept pushing them. "Go. Go. Go." There was one more shot, loud and sharp, and the whole forest seemed to go still and silent.

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Chapter Seventeen Rick heard the shots and his heart dropped, but he did his motherfucking job. He took the twins and ran. His fucking heart was broken, though, because... Yeah. Damn it. Rick kept the boys moving, head down, heart slamming in his chest. They moved through the woods, snow everywhere. Bay had tears coming down his face and Ken kept repeating "this is bullshit" over and over again, sounding so angry. "Come on. Quiet. Let's go." He was going to keep it together. He was going to keep it together and get the boys to safety and then he was going to go kill something. He didn't much care what. "We should go back." Kenny stopped, Bay trying to tug his twin along. "We should go back and help him! What if he needs a doctor?" Rick winced. "You two aren't capable of defending against these men if Simon wasn't." Keep them safe. Otherwise Simon's sacrifice was for nothing.

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Kenny blinked and blinked back tears. "We can't leave him there on his own, Rick. Please." "I won't lose both of you, t..." The word caught in his throat, made him choke. Bay stepped up and hugged him tight. "Me and Kenny, we can go to the store, hide in the back until you and Simon come get us." Kenny nodded. "Yeah, that. Go. We'll be fine, we'll do exactly as you say." "I..." Rick stopped, frowned. His cell beeped again. "Hold on." He flipped the phone open and there was a text. DECOY. PLAN. REND IN II. His knees actually buckled. "That son of a bitch." "What? What?" Kenny and Bay crowded him, trying to see

the phone.

"It was a decoy. They faked it to fool the people after you.

He'll follow us."

"So he's okay?" Bay bounced.

Kenny punched him in the arm. "You could have told us!"

"He did! He did as soon as he could." Rick was going to

kill the bastard.

Bay smacked Kenny in the arm. "Rick didn't know either.

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Come on, we need to move, right? We need to get to the store so we can meet him?" "Yes. Now." He wanted the boys safe and settled. They started running along the paths again, both Kenny and Bay following easily now. There was no more trailing behind, no more crying and begging to go back. Rick heart pounded as they went, barreling through the snow. As cold as it was, by the time they'd run all the way to the store, he was hot and the twins were panting, Kenny all but dragging Bay along behind him. Still, it was easier going with his heart not breaking. "Okay, upstairs. There's a room with a padlock." The twins didn't argue for a change, they simply charged up the stairs, following his directions. The room was secure, warm, dark. The door closed firmly behind him. "Get comfortable. We'll wait." "How long do you think it'll be before he gets here?" Kenny asked. "Whenever it's safe." Not soon enough. Bay stroked his arm and rested against his chest. "I don't get what happened, Rick -- did Simon shoot someone?" "No, they would have faked a shooting so that the people watching your father's man in the group wouldn't be Security - 259

exposed." At least he hoped that's how it worked. There was a good chance Simon would have taken a non-lethal shot. "So everyone thinks Simon is dead but us?"

"Exactly."

"Cool." Bay hugged him tight.

"I hope he gets here soon," murmured Kenny. "I don't think

I'll believe it 'til he gets here."

"Yeah. Yeah, I tell you boys, I think we ought to go

somewhere warm. Somewhere with a beach and a lot of

rum." Somewhere far away from here, from everything.

Somewhere the people he cared about would be safe.

"Jamaica!" suggested Kenny.

"No, the Barbados." Bay smiled up at him. "Just the four of

us? No bodyguards and primaries? Just... us?"

It sounded good to him. "Let's get Simon and go." Tonight.

"Can we do that?" Bay looked so hopeful.

Kenny pushed up against him on the other side. "Who's

gonna stop us, Bay?"

"Your father wants you safe. Simon and I want out of the

race." If they hadn’t all cared about each other, it might not

have been the right solution, but they did so it was.

Bay's laughter was sweet. "That would be so cool, Rick.

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Me and Kenny, we could live on the beach for a long time

without getting bored."

"Yeah." Still, there was no Simon. Where the fuck was he?

"Where's Simon?" Kenny's question echoed his thoughts.

"Coming." Please, God. Let him be coming.

Without a word Kenny headed for the door.

"Ken? Where the hell are you going?" He reached out,

grabbed the lean arm.

"We gotta find him." Kenny tried tugging away from him.

"Get Simon and go, that's the plan, right?"

"Wait and go. That's the plan. You two are our biggest

priority."

Kenny pouted. "I'd rather go get him and go. I'm no good at this waiting around crap." Like they hadn't had months and months to get that. "I know, Ken." Rick nodded, squeezed the kid's arm. "I know. Simon's coming. We're the only things he's thinking about." "Well, he better be thinking about not getting seen or caught or shot, too." Bay giggled at Kenny's words.

"You know what? I concur, man. One hundred percent."

Rick gave Kenny a quick hug.

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"You guys need a distraction." Bay looked at them

speculatively.

He knew that look. "I'm not having sex right now." Rick

patted Bay's ass.

Bay shrugged. "It was a thought."

Kenny laughed. "It's a good thought."

"It's a great thought, but I need all my focus."

That sobered both of them. "You still think there might be

trouble," accused Kenny.

"There's always a chance."

"Can't you text him or something? Make sure he's okay?"

"I'll try, okay?" He wasn't sure it was a good idea, but it

was something he could do, something to...

The door opened, then closed, Simon right there. "You

guys ready? I have the truck packed."

Rick stood, held the boys back. "You're injured."

"Grazed. I'll live." There was blood and Simon was a little

pale, but he’d never looked so good.

Kenny struggled to get to Simon, trying to get away from

him.. "Let me go, Rick!"

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He held on until Simon nodded, one arm held out. "C'mere, Kenny." Kenny flew into Simon, keeping to the uninjured side. "I thought you were dead!" "Sorry, kiddo. I had to do it." Kenny buried his face in Simon's neck, his shoulders shaking suspiciously. Bay made a soft noise and pressed against him. "I got you, Kenny. We're going to go. You, me, Bay, Rick - we'll get the fuck off this merry-go-round and have lives. You want to?" "We were waiting for you so we could go escape to the Bahamas." Kenny reached up and kissed Simon. "And don't you ever scare us like that again." "I'll do my best." Simon's eyes met his, the look hot, worried. Bay vibrated next to him. "Can we go now? Go away where no one can find us again?" Rick nodded. The twins had funds, so did they, and the whole plan had been to retire anyway. Now they were retiring together. He couldn't stop looking at Simon. He wouldn't kiss the man, because he wouldn't be able to stop, and they needed to head south. Head south together and then hop a plane. Security - 263

The four of them were going to get out of here and be free.

They all deserved it.

It was Bay who got them moving, tugging his hand. "Let's

go. Let's go right now."

Simon nodded. "There's a truck. You drive, baby."

Rick nodded. "You got it, old man. As far as we can go."

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Epilogue The sun shone down on Bay, warming him, baking him. It felt so good. It was even better being able to lie here for as long as he wanted and to know that tomorrow would be more of the same. Bay flipped over onto his stomach and called out. "Hey! I need someone to rub lotion into my back." Then he closed his eyes, smiled and waited to see what pair of hands touched him. It didn’t matter, really, he was happy to have it be any of the three of them. Strong, square hands landed on his shoulders, the touches becoming a massage immediately. Simon. Bay dropped his head and moaned happily. "Feels good." "You look good, Bay. Tanned and happy." He half turned and smiled back at Simon. "Yeah. You look pretty good, too." He reached out to touch Simon’s scar. The mark was long and ragged, marring the man's shoulder. Proof that Simon loved them. All of them. He traced it gently and then shifted so he could kiss it. "Love you," he said softly, looking up into Simon's eyes. "Yeah?" Simon kissed him, slowly and thoroughly, stealing his breath. "Good." "Yeah, it is." He smiled and turned completely, pushing up against Simon's strong muscles. Their kiss deepened and Security - 265

lasted for awhile. His tongue slid alongside Simon's, the strong body pushed him into the sand. He could hear Kenny and Rick laughing, running down toward the water. The two men had found a love of snorkeling that almost was as strong as his love of basking in the sun. They spent a lot of time together in the water, coming back animated and full of stories about what they’d seen, what they’d found under the water. Bay turned to watch them for a moment, admiring their asses as they ran and then pushed back up against Simon. "We are so lucky." "Happy, kiddo?" Simon settled back with him, relaxed, warm. Things were easier here -- they left the islands to contact their father now and then and Simon and Rick had each other and them. It was the best home they'd ever had. "Yeah. More than I've ever been." He smiled. "Kenny, too. I've never seen him relax like this and enjoy it." Kenny had never been happy unless he was partying, high, driving fast cars. Here, though, Kenny had been able to relax, soften a little. "He needed it." Bay thought Simon was Kenny's biggest supporter. It meant he’d always have a soft spot in his own heart for the man. "He needed you and Rick." He and his twin were closer than any other two human beings on earth, but Kenny needed someone like Rick and Simon, too. Kenny needed men like them to love him.

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Simon nodded, one hand on his belly. "It's a good thing,

Bay. All of us."

He nodded. "I never knew I could love so many people so

much."

His hip got a quick, almost gentle pinch. "Of all of us, you

were the one I knew would have the biggest heart."

Bay jerked and then pushed back against Simon with a soft

laugh. "You mean I'm the biggest softie."

"You know it, man." Simon's chuckle wasn't mean, not at

all.

He curled in, leaning up to kiss that wonderful sound right

out of Simon's mouth.

"Don't steal all his kisses!" he heard, Kenny's voice almost

drowned out by the waves. "We'll all need some."

He smiled, loving the way Simon's mouth felt against his.

The man had more than enough kisses for all of them and

then some.

His arms wrapped around Simon's shoulders, holding onto one strong corner of home and safety and love. The sun shone down on him, on his Kenny. On their security. End. Security - 267

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