"Let me in, d.a.m.n you," Bennie yelled through the thick oak door.

"Just go away. Can't you take a f.u.c.king hint?" Ally yelled back.

Suddenly, there was a crash against the heavy door. And another. It shook as something powerful and angry barreled into it again and again from the other side. Bennie threw himself at it one more time, and the k.n.o.b popped loose in a spray of splinters. The door slammed open, hanging from one hinge. Bennie stood in the frame, broad shoulders encased in a tight, bright blue T-shirt. His eyes practically burned Ally's skin as he looked down at him. The impressive c.o.c.k Ally had seen earlier stood straight out, testing the boundaries of the flowered sarong tied around Bennie's waist.

The image was impressive, and it went straight to Ally's c.o.c.k. He took one hand off the sink and ran it along the length of his erection, quietly moaning as he rubbed himself. He took a few strokes over the cotton sweatpants, but it wasn't enough. With Bennie's fierce expression in his imagination, it would never be enough. Shuddering, he clumsily untied the drawstring and shoved his hand down his pants. He cupped his c.o.c.khead and spread his prec.u.m around to use it to ease the way for his palm as he fell deeper into his fantasy.

Bennie stalked into the bathroom and grabbed Ally around the back of his neck. He tightened his fingers and pulled, making Ally look up into his pa.s.sion-filled eyes.

"Come on, doughboy. You know you want it as bad as I do."

Bennie's hard c.o.c.k rubbed against Ally's waist as he ran his hand down Ally's hip to cup his d.i.c.k. Ally shivered at the touch but reached down to grab Bennie by the wrist. He glared back up at him.

Ally spun him around and shoved Bennie face-first into the shower door, pinning him there with one arm across his shoulders. "More," he whispered into Bennie's ear as he ground his erection into that model-perfect a.s.s. He took his free hand and ran it up the hard leg, under the sarong, to the c.o.c.k that had mocked him earlier. "Is this what you wanted, pretty boy?"

Ally moaned, knowing the fantasy wasn't real, but unable to stop himself. The anger he felt toward Bennie, toward Robbie, his parents, and the world in general, was coming out. He stroked himself faster, and a touch harder.

He leaned his body against Bennie's, holding him in place. When he pulled on the knot holding Bennie's sarong in place, the fabric ripped under his fingers. It fluttered to the ground like the charred paper from his latest ma.n.u.script, burned in the fireplace downstairs.

Once he had Bennie's a.s.s exposed, he took a step back. Bennie looked over his shoulder, that annoying smirk back on his face, daring Ally to finally go through with it. He'd been waiting all morning, for f.u.c.k's sake. Getting paid still, but enough was enough. He just wanted this trick over and done so he could go f.u.c.k someone who was worth his time. Ally turned around to rummage in the medicine cabinet, and Bennie started to stand up straight.

"Don't move," Ally barked out.

Bennie raised his hands and turned back to the wall, bracing himself against it. "It's your dime, Stay Puft. Can you just get on with it already?"

"I'll take as much time as I want." Ally slammed the medicine cabinet shut and turned back to Bennie. He grabbed Bennie's hips and pulled them toward himself, pushing one knee into the back of Bennie's leg, forcing Bennie to squat down. "Like you said, it's my dime."

Bennie groaned as Ally lined up his c.o.c.k and teased his hole, just playing around the outside of it for a few minutes. Every time Bennie shoved back, trying to hurry Ally along, Ally pulled away. Finally, he stood still, whimpering for Ally's c.o.c.k. Ally rubbed more lube on his sheathed c.o.c.k; then he pushed in, not stopping until he was buried b.a.l.l.s-deep in Bennie.

"Oh, f.u.c.k yes," Bennie moaned against his arm. Ally pulled almost all the way out and slammed back home, setting up a punishing rhythm. Bennie's moans echoed off the tiled walls. When Ally reached around to wrap a hand around Bennie's c.o.c.k, Bennie shouted Ally's name and came hard on the gla.s.s shower door.

Ally imagined Bennie's o.r.g.a.s.m racing through him, imagined Bennie's muscles going rigid, that heat closing tight around his c.o.c.k, and he cried out as he came on the side of the bathroom sink. His knees buckled, and he started to fall. A strong pair of hands caught him before he could hit his head on the sharp edge of the countertop. He felt a soft kiss on the back of his neck, just behind his ear.

"I would have helped you with that, you know," Bennie whispered.

Chapter Eight.

THE blush that covered Wish's head before he ran for the bathroom was endearing. Bennie chuckled to himself, delighted in getting to the shy man. At this rate, he didn't think he'd be able to resist sticking around for a good long while. Wish was just that adorable. blush that covered Wish's head before he ran for the bathroom was endearing. Bennie chuckled to himself, delighted in getting to the shy man. At this rate, he didn't think he'd be able to resist sticking around for a good long while. Wish was just that adorable.

He was also chuckling reading Wish's work again. He really needed to call his agent. This deserved a publisher. He felt around and realized he didn't have his cell phone. Back in his pants, with Harley, he supposed. He hoped, at least.

Wish had slammed the bathroom door so hard, the wooden blinds on the windows shook. He had been in there a while, and Bennie couldn't hear him doing anything. Concerned, Bennie stood and went to the door. At first, there was nothing. Not a sound. He hoped Wish hadn't pa.s.sed out or anything. He had nearly turned purple before taking off. Bennie put his ear against the door, trying to pick up any noise on the other side.

Then, there it was. Wish moaned, whispering to himself. He could imagine Wish's eyes turning bright green when he was lost in pa.s.sion. When Wish groaned a little louder, Bennie couldn't help himself. He carefully turned the k.n.o.b and opened the door. Wish stood there, in front of the sink. His hand was wrapped around a substantial erection, pumping hard and fast. Bennie couldn't make out the words he was saying. Wish's eyelids were lowered, the green of his eyes barely visible, and his full lips were parted. Spots of color were rising on his cheeks and on the back of his neck. He wondered what Wish was thinking about as he stood in front of the sink, stroking his c.o.c.k. Whatever it was, it sure was getting to Wish. As Bennie watched from the doorway, Wish curved his hand over the head of his c.o.c.k, then stroked faster. The moans got a little louder, and Wish's breath sped up.

Mesmerized by what he saw, Bennie was rooted to his spot. Sure, Wish's c.o.c.k was impressive. Bennie would love to get his hands on it, but it was Wish's face that held him captivated. Wish let out a few grunts and started nibbling on his bottom lip. Then, he was coming against the side of the sink, and Bennie heard Wish whisper his name. He panted a few times; then Bennie watched as Wish's knees buckled and he started to fall. He rushed across the room and grabbed Wish under the arms to keep him from hitting his head on the edge of the counter. With Wish in his arms, he leaned forward and placed a kiss just behind Wish's ear.

"I would have helped you with that, you know," he whispered.

Wish's body went rigid, and Bennie could feel the heat coming off him. Wish stood up straight and pulled away from Bennie. "What are you doing in here?" He backed up against the wall, his hands held up in front of himself in protection. Bennie noticed the slick, thick c.u.m still covering the fingers on one hand.

"I was just checking on you," Bennie said. "You rushed in here so fast I just wanted to make sure you were all right."

Wish leaned against the wall and slid down to sit on the floor. He lifted a hand to cover his face. c.u.m smeared on his cheek, and he jerked his head away. He sighed heavily, crossed his arms on his raised knees, and buried his face against his forearms. His spent c.o.c.k still hung out of the waistband of his sweatpants.

"Why don't you just go?" he asked in a small voice. Bennie's heart broke at the defeated tone in Wish's voice. He went to the sink and ran a washcloth under the faucet. Then he went to Wish and knelt down in front of him. He took Wish's hand and wiped his fingers. Wish looked up, and Bennie just wanted to take all the pain he saw there away. He wiped the c.u.m off his cheek and offered him a sympathetic look.

"I think you can use a friend."

Wish snorted and took the rag from Bennie's hands. "I have friends." He stood up, tucking himself back into his sweatpants.

"Those aren't friends."

"Sure they are. The best money can buy." Wish leaned against the sink and shook his head. "Look, you've done your job. You can go now."

Bennie looked at Wish's reflection in the mirror. He started to say something but thought the better of it. Finally he nodded. "Tell you what, why don't you not worry about my pay anymore?"

"Look, I'm sure your manager will be looking for you. I've made you late enough for whatever you needed to do." Wish started moving around the small bathroom, gathering his toothbrush, razor, and other grooming essentials he'd need for his trip.

"Let's just pretend I'm not being paid, all right?" Bennie flashed his million-dollar smile at Wish. "Pretend I'm not here for any other reason than I want to be."

"I'm really not in the mood for role-play, all right?" Wish pushed past him on his way back to the bedroom. He dropped the items into the suitcase and turned back to his dresser.

"All right, then just accept I've been paid for the day. Let me worry about my manager." If Wish needed to believe he was being paid to be nice, then he'd use it.

Wish stopped what he was doing and turned to Bennie. "Fine."

"Great!" Bennie hopped back up on the bed, crossing his legs at the ankles. "I'm hungry. Lose your pants, and let's go."

"Go where?"

"Out. I didn't get breakfast this morning. Let me take you out for lunch."

Wish stared at Bennie. "Why not? I've probably paid for it already." He started for the door.

"Wait," Bennie called out.

"What? I thought you wanted to go."

"I do, but it's still No Pants Day. Ditch 'em," Bennie said with a huge grin.

Wish looked down and noticed his sweatpants, the drawstring still untied, c.u.m still staining the front. He sighed and went to the bathroom. Bennie heard the water running; then Wish came out. He'd wiped the front down and tied the string, but he was still wearing the pants. At the look Bennie shot him, Wish sighed and took a fresh pair of sweatpants out of the dresser. Bennie admired his a.s.s as he bent over to change. He tied the drawstring off and spun back around, stretching his arms out wide. "Better?"

"Well, you are still wearing them."

"Look, if you want to go, this is it. I'm not going out without pants again."

Bennie laughed. "I'll take you any way I can, Wish."

Wish rolled his eyes. "You really do lay it on thick, you know."

"I just say what's on my mind."

As they started to leave the bedroom, they heard a pounding on the front door and raised voices.

"Just let me by, Otto," Robbie called out, feet pounding up the staircase. Bennie instinctively stepped forward, putting his larger body between Robbie and Wish.

"I don't think he wants to see you, pal."

"What the f.u.c.k are you doing here?" Robbie advanced on Bennie, but Bennie didn't back down.

"I came here to talk to Wish. What are you doing here?"

"Look, your professional professional services are done here. Ally, let's go shopping." Robbie looked around Bennie's shoulder at Wish. services are done here. Ally, let's go shopping." Robbie looked around Bennie's shoulder at Wish.

"Look, Robbie. Bennie and I were just going to lunch." The pride Bennie felt at Wish's tone swelled in his chest as he crossed his arms, putting his best intimidating stare on.

Robbie looked at Bennie, standing there as menacing as he could make himself, then back at Wish. "Fine, I'll go with." He turned and started down the stairs. "We leaving?"

Bennie stared at Wish for a second, but he only got a sad headshake. They both followed the jerk down the stairs to the door.

Chapter Nine.

ALLY sighed. He really wanted to spend time with Bennie, even if he was paying for it. But with Robbie around, he knew it wouldn't be pleasant. He followed the two of them out the door. sighed. He really wanted to spend time with Bennie, even if he was paying for it. But with Robbie around, he knew it wouldn't be pleasant. He followed the two of them out the door.

"I'll drive," Robbie said, walking around to the driver's side of his car. "Sorry, looks like you won't fit, buddy. Why don't you go in and call someone for a ride?"

"Wish? Mind if I squeeze in next to you?" Bennie asked with a grin.

Ally couldn't help but grin back. "Not at all."

"Look, there's no seat belt for him. We can't drive like that."

"You're right. Bennie, you ride with me. Robbie, we'll meet you at Nene's Steakhouse." Ally strode off toward his car.

Robbie slammed his door shut and followed. "We'll all fit in yours. You can just give me a ride back here when we're done."

Ally looked up as a plain black sedan pulled in the driveway. The driver got out and double-checked the address on the oversized envelope he carried. He snorted and looked at the three men. "Aloysius Theodisius? Really?"

"That's me." Ally walked up and took the package from the man after scrawling a signature across the sheet on his clipboard. The messenger drove off, and Ally heard the front door open. Otto stepped out, carrying the suitcase Ally had begun packing. Bennie followed his look.

"I got it," he said as he took off to grab it from Otto.

Ally smiled as Bennie threw the suitcase in the trunk. "You know what, Robbie? I won't be coming back here tonight. Why don't you drive yourself?" He got in the car and started it as Bennie dropped into the pa.s.senger seat. He put the car in gear and started to pull away, leaving Robbie standing there next to the empty s.p.a.ce. Ally could see his glare in the rearview mirror.

Bennie looked in the side mirror and then turned to Ally. "Wow, he's p.i.s.sed."

Ally shrugged. "Good."

They drove to the restaurant in silence. Ally had half a mind to just keep going, to not stop until he ran out of gas. But he knew that Robbie wouldn't stop either. And his car had better gas mileage than Ally's. He turned into the lot and parked in one corner, away from the door. The engine ticked and pinged as it cooled. Finally, he sighed and faced Bennie.

"Thank you."

"For what?" Bennie turned toward Ally and set one hand on Ally's thigh.

Ally looked down at the hand. It was rea.s.suring, and intimate, but he didn't feel pressured by Bennie for anything. It was weird how he could feel so at ease around the man he'd only known a few hours. He supposed these touches, these small details, were what made Bennie very good at his job. Whatever the motivation was for Bennie to still be around, Ally was glad to have him. He put his hand on top of Bennie's, and his heart lurched when Bennie flipped his over to lace their fingers together. The difference in their skin tone just made Ally smile more.

"For sticking around. For whatever it is you're doing."

"Doing? I'm not doing doing anything but sitting here." anything but sitting here."

"No, there's something." Ally shook his head. "Not sure I can explain it, but just having you around calms me. Makes me feel stronger. Makes me want to tell Robbie to f.u.c.k off."

Bennie laughed. "That's a good thing. That man isn't a friend to anybody. Trust me, I know that type. He's in it for himself, and he doesn't care who he has to use to get what he wants."

"You sound like you've seen this before."

"Trust me, I've seen more of his kind than I ever cared to."

"I imagine you have."

"Besides, that guy is an a.s.s."

"That he is," Ally said, grinning despite himself.

"I'll gladly take credit for evicting that a.s.shole from your life." Bennie squeezed Ally's hand.

"Right. Speaking of." Ally looked out the back window to see Robbie stalking their direction. "Guess we should...." He looked at Bennie's mouth and considered leaning over, just for one small kiss. Would that be crossing the line? Would that be crossing the line? he wondered. A knock on the window dragged him out of the fantasy. he wondered. A knock on the window dragged him out of the fantasy.

Robbie pulled on the door handle, but it was still locked. Ally took one more look at Bennie's smile, then opened the door.

"What the f.u.c.k, man? You left me back there," Robbie nearly shouted.

"I told you to drive yourself. What part of that didn't you get?"

Bennie snorted from the opposite side of the car. Robbie glared at him and advanced, as if he thought he could climb over the car to get to Bennie. Ally put his hand in the middle of Robbie's chest and pushed back. "Calm down, dude."