Chapter 7
The next day, Gray called one of his street contacts trying to find out the latest word on Billy Andreas. But there wasn't anything except the usual: you cross him, you die. Nothing about underage sex workers and no one was saying shit about the fact that two women connected to him had been found dead. People were too scared to talk.
Gray was still trying to find a motive. If Andreas had killed these women, or rather, had them killed—it wasn't likely he'd do his own dirty work—there had to be a reason. Did they cross him? Did they try to leave? Were there more vics the cops didn't know about? If Andreas had done it, he had to be making a statement. Who was the target audience? By the end of the day, Gray was no closer to an answer and neither was Thornton.
Jack had begged Gray to meet him at Nathan's after work since Mason was bartending that night. The last thing Gray wanted to do was socialize. There'd be cops and firefighters there who'd want to chat about what was becoming a high-profile case. The Hooker Killer, they were calling it, of all the tacky-as-fuck names. Maybe he could just growl at anyone who came near and scare them away. He had to admit a drink or six sounded good, though. Maybe he'd just have Mason bring him a bottle.
He circled the block a few times, and he was about to abuse the privilege of his police hang tag when he finally found a spot he could stuff his SUV into. When he opened the door of Nathan's, cloying warmth hit him. The bar was packed. As fucking cold as it was outside, he'd be wanting that crisp, cold air before long.
Jack waved him over to the bar. He was on a stool, but there weren't any free around him. Then the man next to Jack stood, and Gray realized it was Toby, one of Bryce's boyfriends.
"I was saving it for you," he said.
Gray forced himself to smile. "Thanks."
"Long day?" Toby asked.
"Fuck, yes."
"Looks like you need a drink and a kiss from your man. Actually, I'm sure you need more than that, but there are decency laws." He winked. "I'd better get back to Matt."
"Tell him we said hi," Jack said.
Gray gave a halfhearted wave. Toby was the one person he knew who needed to be spanked more than Jack.
Mason flashed Gray a smile from the other end of the bar. Once he'd taken care of several other customers, he set a double whiskey on the rocks on the bar. Gray loved that Mason knew exactly what Gray wanted. He was tempted to down it in one go and get an immediate refill. Instead, he took a large sip. He could be a responsible adult for at least a little while longer.
Jack leaned close, resting a hand on his shoulder. "If you need to get trashed, it's fine. Mason can drive your car home, or we can get it tomorrow."
Gray sighed. "It will only make tomorrow worse."
"We'll take care of you."
"I don't want you to have to."
Jack narrowed his eyes. "We don't have to. We want to. You don't always have to be the one in control."
Gray understood that in theory. In practice, not so much.
Before Jack could say more, Huck came over to talk to them. He'd been assigned to be Jack's partner after Gray became a detective. Jack had been nervous as hell about working with someone new, but Huck had turned out to be perfect: he needed Jack's experience to guide him, he didn't give a fuck that Jack was gay, and he got Jack's sense of humor.
"Did he con you into playing in the tournament?" Huck asked, referring to the basketball fundraiser Jack had helped organize for the youth shelter where he volunteered.
Gray shook his head. "He tried. I'll be selling tickets."
"So you'll see me humiliate myself."
"That bad, huh?" Gray asked.
Huck nodded. "My team's going to hate me. How is it that I can pass the firearms test, but I can't get a ball into a basket?"
Jack laughed. "I've wondered that myself."
"Well, you'll see me in action tomorrow."
Jack gave him an evil grin. "I'm looking forward to it."
Huck ordered a drink and waved to them as he headed toward the game room.
"I can't get wasted," Gray complained. "The fundraiser is tomorrow."
"There's nothing complicated about taking tickets."
Gray scowled at him. "I have to be able to stand up to do it."
"You're such an old man." Jack signaled to Mason. When Mason looked toward them, Jack pointed to Gray's drink and mouthed "another."
When Gray had finished his second drink, he was good and buzzed. "You feel like having me beat your ass at foosball?" he asked Jack.
"I'm thinking I've got the advantage since I've only had two beers."
"We'll see."
Jack leaned in close. "Win or lose, I'm happy. I always love for you to beat my ass."
Jack's words shot right to Gray's cock. He leaned in close, lips brushing Jack's ear. "Keep that up, and I might have to drag you out back."
Jack flashed a grin and slid from his stool. He knew Gray would never fuck him at Nathan's, but what he'd do when they got home remained to be seen.
They played several rounds of foosball ,and Gray watched while Jack and Huck played a few games of pool against Toby and Matt. Bryce was on duty, but he'd said he might join them later. At that point, the crowd had died down, the early people leaving and the truly late-night crowd not there yet. Huck headed out, saying he was going home.
"You think he's really going to bed alone, or he is cruising?" Gray asked.
"Cruising," Toby said definitively. "But is it men or women?"
Jack frowned. "I haven't figured that out yet. Maybe both."
"At the same time?" Toby asked.
"That's an interesting thought. Why not?"
"Why not indeed?" Matt concluded.
The four of them found a table and polished off a few more rounds of drinks. Toby started sharing his favorite Only Fans pages in an attempt to distract Jack and Gray from suggesting a rematch at pool. He was way too pleased with his current lead. By the time Mason got a break and was able to join them, the Only Fans discussion had led to a conversation about kinks that Gray would never have participated in sober. With nearly a bottle's worth of whiskey in him, though, he was happy to share—not all—but enough of his secrets.
Just as Mason sat down, Toby said, "So what about fisting? You ever done it?"
"Not yet," Gray answered.
Jack choked on a sip of beer, but Gray just smiled. God, he was drunk.
Gray glanced at Mason. His face was bright pink, and he was looking at his glass of water like it was the most interesting thing he'd ever seen.
"We haven't," Toby said. "But if Bryce really… Nah, I don't think I could. So you guys think you might try it sometime?" Toby seemed oblivious to how much he was embarrassing Jack and Mason. How many drinks had he had?
"I… um… I think…" Mason's face was flaming red.
Gray laid a hand on his arm. "Look at what Toby was just showing us."
Mason looked apprehensive but also fucking relieved. Gray knew he was interested, and not just a little bit, but he wasn't going to let Toby embarrass him. Teasing was fine, but this was too personal.
Mason smiled when he saw what was on Toby's screen. It was just a short video of two guys kissing, but it was incredibly hot. "Wow."
"Yeah," Toby said. "Kissing can be fucking hot."
"It sure can," Mason said. "The way those guys are touching. The obvious anticipation. I mean I like to see dirty fucking as much as the next guy, but something about that…"
Gray nodded. "Yeah. I agree."
Jack looked like he couldn't believe Gray had said that.
"What?" Gray said. "I like kissing."
Jack smiled. "You're fucking good at it too."
Heat filled Gray's face. Apparently Jack could embarrass him even when he was drunk.
Matt looked at Toby as if he'd like to indulge in some of that porn-quality kissing right then.
"You ready to go?" Toby asked.
"Uh-oh, I think someone's going to get fucked," Jack said.
"He's not the only one," Gray added, looking right at Mason.
"I think my break's over." Mason slid from the booth, but Gray grabbed his arm before he could get away.
"I'm looking forward to quitting time," Gray said, needing only a look to make sure Mason knew exactly why.
When Mason finished work at two, neither Gray nor Jack was in any shape to drive. They left Jack's car where it was since it was parked in the lot by the bar. Mason put his bike in the back of Gray's SUV, and with a lot of bitching about big trucks and how men just bought them to compensate for other lacks—which he obviously knew to be untrue since he'd had Gray's fat cock up his ass too many times to count—he maneuvered Gray's car out of the tight parking spot.
Jack was sloppy drunk, and he giggled and pawed at both of them on the way home. As soon as they got in the door, he tried to pull Mason to him for a kiss, then lost his balance, fell against the door, and had to grab Mason's coat to steady himself. "I want your mouth on me," he said in a stage whisper, obviously wanting Gray to hear.
"Get naked, then get on the bed," Gray ordered.
Jack pushed away from the wall. It took him a few tries, but finally he pulled off his shirt and flung it away from him, dissolving in a fit of giggles when it landed on a lamp.
Mason looked at Gray, who was fighting a laugh of his own. "Get your damn pants off," Gray said, barely able to keep his voice stern.
"What about you?" Jack asked. "Why are you dressed?"
Gray should reprimand him for his sass, but the whiskey flowing through his veins made it easy not to care. He started working on his shirt, but the fucking buttons wouldn't cooperate. How the hell was he supposed to get his shirt off when they wouldn't go through their damn holes?
"Need help?" Mason asked.
Gray pushed Mason's hand away. He could do this himself. Maybe he'd just rip the buttons right off.
Mason took hold of his shirt again. "Let me get this off you. I want you both naked and all over me."
Gray smiled. "Yeah, I want that too." He relaxed and let Mason strip him.
"Mmm," Mason said. "I like you like this. Pliant. Easy."
The fuck he was. Gray growled and cupped the back of his head, holding him still while he flicked his tongue across the roof of his mouth, making Mason squirm.
When he finally broke the kiss, they were both panting, and Jack was watching them, eyes wide, hand working his cock.
"Come on." Mason took both their hands. "I want to do this in bed."
The three of them fell onto the mattress in a heap. Jack turned on his back and rested against the pillows. Mason settled between his legs and took Jack's cock into his mouth. He didn't go slow, didn't tease. He just swallowed it down, and Gray fucking loved the sound his actions pulled from Jack.
"Suck him hard. I want to hear him whimper. I want him begging you." Gray had gone from loose and relaxed—at least for him—to wired and so fucking horny. He couldn't get the image of Mason blushing during the fisting conversation out of his head.
Mason hummed around Jack's cock, and Jack bucked, thrusting deep into Mason's mouth.
Mason lifted his ass invitingly. Gray had every intention of taking him up on that offer. He pulled Mason's cheeks apart and bent until Mason gasped, letting Gray know he could feel Gray's breath against his flesh.
"You like that?"
Mason whined around Jack's cock.
Gray licked him then, and Mason pushed back, begging for more with his body. "I'm going to open you up, eat you until you think you can't stand it, and then flip you over and fuck the hell out of you. Now make Jack come while my tongue's up your ass."
Jack gasped loudly, interrupting Gray. Gray smiled at him, and Jack licked his lips, his hands tightening visibly in Mason's hair.
"Don't you dare come yourself, Mason. You got that?"
Mason raised up just enough to speak. "Yes, sir."
"More," Jack demanded.
Gray slapped Mason's ass. "Give him what he wants."
Mason lowered his head until he was pressed against Jack's body. Jack bucked, and Gray grabbed his hips and pushed them back down. "Stay still and let him work you."
"Can't," Jack protested.
"Yes, you can." Gray glared at him, and Jack sank into the mattress. He wouldn't be able to hold still long, but he would try.
Gray tongue-fucked Mason until he was a quivering mess. Jack was cussing, begging, obviously fucking close to losing it. Mason was close too, Gray was sure of it. He wrapped a hand around Mason's cock, squeezing tight. Mason was going to wait for Gray.
"Mason, please! Oh fuck! Yes! Yes!" Jack shouted.
Gray sat back, wanting to watch Jack come. Jack gripped Mason's head tightly, but Mason didn't fight it. Without the stimulation from Gray, he relaxed and simply took. When Jack began to whimper, Mason pulled back.
"Sensitive?" Gray asked.
"God, yes."
"Turn over, Mason." Gray's voice was scratchy with restrained need.
Jack watched them, eager even though he'd just come. "Are you going to fuck him now?" he asked, his words slurred, as if the blowjob had made him drunker.
"Eventually," Gray answered. He felt more sober now, better able to concentrate, and he intended to spend some more time concentrating on Mason's ass. He pushed Mason's legs up and open. "Hold them there."
Mason sucked in his breath like he hadn't expected Gray to be so harsh. Gray hadn't expected it either, but the idea of Mason opening to him, letting him…
Jack handed him the lube, and Gray loved that he hadn't needed to ask. He slicked his fingers and drove two of them into Mason.
"Fuck!" Mason shouted, tipping his head back.
"You complaining, boy?"
"N-no."
"Good."
He added another finger, but he went slowly this time, letting Mason feel the stretch and get used to it with slow, easy in and out movements. Then Gray opened his fingers, pressing against the sides of Mason's passage. Mason whimpered, and Gray noticed that his knuckles were white where he held his legs. "You okay?"
"Yes, sir. Please."
"Please what?"
"More." Gray curled his fingers so they brushed Mason's prostate, and Mason gasped. "Oh my fucking God."
"Don't come. Not yet."
"I… I won't." He was so adorable, getting all flustered after expecting a simple hard fuck.
"Jack, hold his legs before he hurts himself. I want him wide open. Mason, put your hands over your head and don't hold anything in. I want to know what you're feeling."
"I… need… I need more, please."
Gray glanced at Jack, and Jack raised his brows in a question. Gray shook his head. No way was he going to fist Mason when he'd been drinking, and no way was he going to do it when they hadn't talked more about it. But he was going to make Mason think about how good it could be.
He pulled his fingers out and dribbled more lube along Mason's crack. Mason watched, uncertainty in his eyes. Gray slid both his thumbs into Mason's ass, stretching him until he was panting. This time when Gray pulled out, he asked, "You okay? I want to play a little more."
Mason nodded. "Yeah."
Gray glanced at Jack, wanting to gauge his reactions. His eyes were dark, and he held his bottom lip between his teeth. "Watching you is so… Fuck, I need to come again."
Gray looked back at Mason, assessing him, letting Mason see how turned on he was.
Mason licked his lips. "Are you… are you going to?"
Gray shook his head. "Not now. Not without talking about it, but just imagine if I were."
Mason sucked in his breath. "Yeah, I am. I… I want you to."
Gray teased Mason's hole with the tips of his fingers. "I know what you want. I know what a dirty boy you are. Soon I'm going to give you what you need. I'll have my whole hand inside you, and you'll beg for it."
Mason's cheeks reddened, but he never took his eyes off Gray. "Please."
Gray smiled. Part of him wished they could try it tonight, but the rest of him knew the anticipation would make it even better.
"Kiss him, Jack. He might need a bit of a distraction."
Gray nearly lost himself watching them. Seeing how they both surrendered so deeply into a kiss was nearly as good as kissing them himself.
Remembering why he'd told Jack to distract Mason, Gray added even more lube and then slid his fingers back into Mason's warm, tight ass. This time he tucked his pinkie tight beside his other digits and pushed deep enough to give Mason just that little bit more stretch.
Mason tensed but kept kissing Jack.
Gray gave Mason just a little bit more, sliding in until the first knuckle of his pinkie touched the stretched rim of Mason's ass. They'd gone this far once before. Mason hadn't been sure how much more he wanted then, so Gray had decided to wait until he asked for more, but his reaction to Toby's question was clear.
"More?" Gray asked. Mason's ass clenched around his hand as he pushed in just a touch more.
Mason licked his lips and wiggled like he wanted to take more, but Gray began to pull out slowly. "Later, I promise. I'll give you more."
"God yes," Jack whispered against Mason's ear. "I want to see him buried to the wrist in you."
Mason shuddered. Gray repositioned himself, teasing Mason's stretched entrance with the tip of his cock. "You want me to fuck you now? Fill you with my cock instead?"
Mason whimpered. He was so ready Gray easily slid all the way in with one stroke. "You can come anytime you're ready, boy."
"Fuck," Mason groaned. He wrapped his legs around Gray, trying to drag him even deeper, reaching up for him. "I want it! I want it all."
"Take it." Gray fucked him hard and deep while Jack reached between them and worked Mason's cock. It was almost too good, and Gray and Mason both came in no time. Jack had been stroking himself with his other hand. He glanced at Gray. Gray nodded. Jack rose up on his knees, hand moving faster until he came, shooting all over Mason's torso.
Mason grinned up at him. "You fucking love that, don't you? Making a mess of me." He forced the words out between labored breaths.
Jack winked. "It's how I like you best, covered in cum, willing, open."
"And I like you best with your ass bright red."
Jack closed his eyes and moaned. "Fuck, yes."
"Brats, both of you," Gray said, swatting Jack's ass as he stood. "Come on. Let's shower."