Part Two

Jimmy followed Russ's lead, watchin' him work on Dave's cock, doing his part as they brought out the want and the need from the depths of the dark eyes. Russ was good at giving head, keepin' Dave on the brink 'till his body was shakin' and he was calling out cuss words and nonsense between ragged breaths, and Jimmy's plundering of that all too eager mouth.

Russ gave him release part way through a string of, "Oh please, please, oh god please!" This to Jimmy's mind was kinda fittin', seeing how the Lord's name shouldn't be taken in vain and such.

Russ came back up on the couch, a shit-eatin' grin on his face as he watched Dave pant like he'd just scored a touchdown, sweat beading on the tanned silk of his skin. Jimmy couldn't resist takin' a taste. He looked up to find Russ's eyes on him, then a large hand moved forward, cupping the back of his head. Jimmy took it for askin', not demanding, and leaned in for the kiss, tastin' Dave on a tongue that had too much talent to be fought.

"I'm thinkin' we should move this to the other room," Russ told them as he broke the kiss, "that's if you want to?" The question was for Dave, but Jimmy wondered if his friend knew jus' what it was Russ was askin' him.

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There was a big bed in the other room, and a bottle of Jack to pass between them. Dave took the bottle from Jimmy; naked now, his slim body whipcord hard, and took a taste as he watched Russ peel off his t-shirt. As if the huge bone tattoo on his arm wasn't enough another decorated his chest, a figure, arms spread in the shape of a cross, flags hanging behind, as he turned slightly Dave saw another even larger cross on his back, skull and crossbones at its center.

"Don't it hurt havin' those things done?" Dave asked him.

Russ chuckled. "Stings a mite," he admitted, "not so much after a couple of bottles o' Jack, why, you wantin' one?"

"Thought about it." The whole football team was thinkin' about it.

"Well you see you go somewhere legit, somewhere clean if you do."

"That what you did?" Jimmy asked him.

"No, I was a stupid bastard, didn't give a shit about nothin' back then 'cept bein' top dog in the kennel."

"Kennel?" Dave asked him.

"Prison, it's where I got most o' these, thought I was some real hard ass back then, thought all that meant somethin', but it don't."

"How many times you been inside?" Jimmy asked him.

"Just the once," he slipped off his jeans, "ain't no kind of life bein' locked up, don't matter how tough you think you are there's always some other hard bastard tryin' to knock you down. Your uncle Ben talk about it much?" he asked Jimmy, coming to sit on the edge of the bed, facing the two of them.

"No, not much. He's different though, from how I remember he used to be, Vig reckons it took somethin' outta him."

Dave wanted to ask another question, wanted to keep his eyes on Russ's face, stop them from wanderin', slippin' down to the uncut cock that wasn't even fully erect yet, but was still makin' him wish he was somewhere else, anywhere else.

"Ain't gonna bite you, boy," Russ told him, leaning in to take the Jack from his unresisting hand.

Dave couldn't stop the blush from heating his face.

"Dunno Russ," Jimmy grinned, "as trouser snakes go I reckon you got some kinda anaconda there."

Russ laughed and handed the bottle back to Dave. "Take a drink, relax."

By the time they finished the bottle Dave was about as relaxed as he'd ever been in his life, couldn't stop talking, couldn't wipe the grin off his face that reappeared every time he thought about Jimmy calling Russ's dick an anaconda.

"You still laughin' at the fuckin' trouser snake joke?" Jimmy shook his head. "Weren't that funny."

"Never heard you tell a joke before."

"Never gonna hear me tell one again, way you carry on."

"Hah, least I talk!"

"Don't see no point in talkin' less you got something to say," Jimmy ran a finger over Dave's bottom lip, "better things you could be doin' with that mouth."

He watched Jimmy run his hand slowly down his body, stroke over the top of his own cock.

"Much better things."

Dave wanted to, couldn't drag his eyes away. He moistened too dry lips. "I… There's not just… What about Russ?"

Russ rubbed a hand up Dave's back then slowly kneaded his shoulder, "Show me."

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The boy was beautiful, weren't no other word to describe him, knelt there between bent and parted legs, eyes closed as he took Jimmy's shaft between slightly swollen lips, letting the other boy's hands in his hair guide his movements.

Russ moved behind Dave, met Jimmy's eyes with his own as he began to stroke the curved back, soft and slow. There was no tension there, not now; it had been soothed away by talk, soft touches, dirty jokes, hard kisses, and a third of a bottle of Jack. He'd wanted to fuck this boy from the first time he saw him, an' realised just who he was. He couldn't believe his luck when he'd turned up here today with Jimmy. Hours later he still wanted to fuck him, he just wasn't so sure of the reason anymore. He continued to stroke and knead, coaxing the boy into position as Jimmy held his focus.

There was Vaseline on the nightstand, maybe not the best thing, but he didn't want to hurt the boy. His own memories of a similar night, of patience and tenderness, were still vivid despite the passing years, so he took his time, keeping him calm, easing the boy's rings of muscle with slick fingers, letting him grow accustomed to the intrusive feel. Jimmy did his part, making Dave concentrate, fucking his mouth in slow, thick strokes before he came, gasps and hisses spilling out between spasms of pleasure.

Russ increased the pace as Jimmy kissed and teased Dave everywhere but where he wanted to be touched. He waited, 'till the boy was begging the two of them for release before lining up his cock and beginning to push.

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Dave's head hung down between trembling arms, sweat pouring off him, breathing like a marathon runner.

Jimmy stroked softly over his shoulder, moved down beside him so his mouth was almost next to Dave's ear.

"You okay?"

There was a nasal grunt and he nodded.

"Want Russ to stop?"

He shook his head then gasped, "God! Fuck don't… don't stop, please!" His arms were shaking so hard they weren't gonna hold him much longer.

A feral hiss from Russ told him they wouldn't have to.

"Bad part's over," Jimmy told him, stroking back the sweat damp hair.

Russ took him slow, slower than Jimmy would ever have had the patience for, 'till Dave was crying out for it to be harder and faster, then Jimmy wrapped his hand around the dark red of Dave's dripping cock and matched Russ, stroke for stroke, until both of them came, crying out in rapid succession. Dave's arms finally gave out and the three of them collapsed in a tangle of bodies, stayed that way 'till Russ eventually pulled out, and hauled Dave's exhausted body up between them. He barely stirred.

"You okay with this Jimmy?"

Jimmy'd never really shared anythin' before, never had much he could call his that anyone else would want. He thought about it hard, then figured maybe Russ was the one doin' most of the sharin' here, not him.

"Reckon I am."

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The next morning they dropped Jimmy off at the Buena Vista Estates with his package for Vig, before Russ headed up to ol' Bob's place to take Dave home. The boy had gone quiet, eyes on the window, but Russ was pretty certain they weren't seein' nothin'.

He turned off the road suddenly, onto the track that skirted the old Emmett place, and pulled up, knowing they wouldn't be disturbed here.

"You okay?" he asked, turning off the engine.

"Yeah." The dark eyes were telegraphing the lie to him.

"I don't want you fuckin' lyin' to me!" he snapped. "You havin' regrets, you tell me now, boy."

"I'm not," he insisted, "I don't, it's… It's not you," he sighed.

"Jimmy?" It got him a nod. "There ain't nothing you can say or do for Jimmy that's gonna change things for him, and he wouldn't thank you for tryin'. Things ain't ever gonna be the way you want them to be with him, you know that, right?"

Dave's head dropped, and Russ watched him worry a thread on his jeans before he slowly looked up again. "Yeah, I know. It's just, everyone's got this whole deal mapped out for me you know? Athletic scholarship, Sarah…"

"I'm guessin' cheerleader, blonde with perky tits, m'I right?"

At least that raised a smile. "Yeah, real perky. She's okay I guess, in small doses, but it's like she's the be all and end all to my folks, 'specially my Mom, the Gellars are…"

"King and Queen of the Country Club, the Golf Club, the PTA..."

"You know 'em?"

"Yeah sure, I'm 'round there for steak and potatoes every other week," he raised an eyebrow at the boy. "For them, people like me, like Jimmy, we don't exist, whereas your Mom, she just wishes we didn't. I don't know the Gellars but I know about them, know that old man Gellar's thinkin' of running for senate, know that he's been cheatin' on his wife for the past five years, but ain't ever gonna leave her 'cuz it's her family got all the money."

"How do you know all this?"

"Cuz he's busy fuckin' your Vice Principal Miss Stone. Next time she's givin' you any grief you jus' point to her nose, like she's got some big booger hangin' down, tell her she's got some kinda white powder under there, that don't do it jus' tell her Russ said to say hi."

The boy's grin was worth waiting for, but it vanished at his next words.

"So your Momma's got a dream an' she wants you to make it happen for her?"

He nodded. "I thought I could do it, right up until a few weeks ago I thought that maybe… but that's just shit. I can't be who she wants me to be, an' it's not just about Jimmy, I know that now."

"Do you wish it had been Jimmy, not me?"

"I'm kinda glad it weren't Jimmy the first time."

Russ nodded, then asked the question he never dreamt he'd ask when he first recognised the boy yesterday, the question he wasn't sure he wanted an answer to, "We done then?"

The boy frowned, "Is that what you want?"

"Don't mistake me for your Momma, kid, I'm askin' you what you want, truth now, I'll know if you're lyin'."

"I don't want us to be done." It was no lie, the boy's eyes didn't hide a damn thing from him.

"Then we're not, and you know where I am if you want me, for anythin', 'kay?"

Dave smiled, "Okay."

Russ leaned over to the boy, pleased when he was met half way. It was a good kiss, deep, honest, and hungry. He was the one to break it, but couldn't resist brushing a thumb over the slightly swollen lips. "C'mon, let's get you home."

He could have dropped him off on the road, but instead he swung the truck up the drive to park out front of the house. Couldn't resist getting out of the truck either.

"Ol' Bob gonna give you grief for stayin' out all night?"

"No, a hard time over the ankle maybe," he shrugged.

Russ grinned. "You gonna throw them fuckin' boots away?"

The boy's head dipped, coming up with a kinda shy smile, "Was thinkin' of callin' 'em my lucky boots."

He laughed, was still laughing when ol' Bob slipped out of the door, ambled over slow. "Take care of the ankle, huh?"

Dave nodded, made his way over to his Dad. Russ leant against the side of the truck, lit a cigarette while father and son exchanged words, the boy no doubt telling the story they'd prepared, he got a pat on the back before he limped inside.

"Wanted to thank you…" Bob said loudly, doing a fair imitation of his own used car ads, as he walked over.

Russ took a drag on the cigarette, looked up at him. "Did you now?"

It was the closest the two of them had been in quite a while, and Russ took the time to study the man up close. There were a lot of similarities between the boy and his father, though the good life was tellin' on the older man.

The voice dropped. "What are you doing here Russ?"

"Brought your boy back, been on a bender with some of them football buddies I reckon, found him in my woods. Lucky you didn't get him back with an ass full o' buck-shot, would-a, if the face hadn't struck me. He looks like you Bob, least the way you used to."

"Russell don't."

"What, don't look at him an' remember?" He raised an eyebrow at the older man. "I was round about his age you know, maybe a year or so younger that summer, or have you forgotten?"

"No I haven't forgotten. I've always tried to do right by you Russell, I put regular work your way after…"

"Oh yeah, the repo and the debt collecting, how could I forget? Maybe if you spared me a glance once in a while when I come on the lot I might be more fuckin' grateful, maybe if you could look me in the eyes now, I might just be convinced that you gave me work cuz you gave a shit, an' not 'cuz you just want me to keep my fuckin' mouth shut!"

"Is that what you think?" The eyes met his, but all Russ saw was the used car salesman.

"Fuck you," he laughed suddenly, "never did get that privilege did I Bob?"

"If you've touched my son…"

"Touched him? You mean fucked him, made him love me so much that he thinks the sun rises and sets on me?" It was both more and less than he had wanted to say. "Forgettin' something ain't you, your boy's got himself a girl so he tells me, a Gellar no less. That's quite a coup for someone whose Daddy hails from the wrong side of the tracks, but then you married above yourself too, ain't that right ol' Bob? You reckon Dave's set to follow in your footsteps, or is he maybe in love?"

"Is that was this is about Russell, is it blackmail?"

He shook his head. "You don't think a whole lot of me, do you Bob? There was a time when that might have bothered, but not any more." He took a last drag on his cigarette then ground it out beneath the heel of his boot before opening the door of his truck, and climbing inside.

"Don't forget to give my love to the missus now," he told Bob through the window. He drove off without a backward glance, turnin' the radio on and up, truth was, he felt like singing.

The End.

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