COLLATERAL (BL18+)

Chapter 4

Like a petulant child, Jake shook his head and squeezed his eyes closed even more.

“If you don’t, I won’t finish,” the gorgeous man issued the casual blackmail with a small chuckle.

Surprised, Jake opened his eyes and blinked in confusion.

“Don’t, please,” he begged, although he no longer had the slightest idea what he was asking for. It was for the first time in his life that another man was touching his c**k, and it felt too amazing to think straight anymore.

A hand smelling of expensive cologne and tobacco closed over his mouth, hushing him. The other started to pump him harder, and he could no longer protest, even if he wanted to. His hands grabbed helplessly at the seat fabric, as he tensed and came, his eyes locked with sapphire blues staring at him with a mix of mockery and interest he could not make any sense of. The hand over his mouth moved away, letting him express his pleasure by moaning loudly.

He closed his eyes again, his lips parted, breathing heavily. Deft fingers were pushed through his lips.

“Lick,” came the short command, and he did as told, too spent to fight such a simple order.

He tasted himself on the man’s hand, along with a scent he was certain he was forever to associate with having another orgasm facilitated by another guy. At least it was not the first time he had eaten his c*m, so he was familiar with the taste. The fingers moved against his tongue, erotically, and it felt like s*x. Too bad he could not get it up again so soon after the best climax in his short life.

“You can dress up,” the man eventually withdrew, and Jake quickly grabbed his clothes.

Shame and humiliation washed over him, as he was back to reality. He was quickly done while keeping his eyes cast down. He heard the man knocking softly against the screen separating them from the chauffeur, and he could tell the car was slowing down. That was his cue.

“See you around, Jake,” Klaus spoke to him, as Jake hurriedly opened the door to get out.

He said nothing as he almost ran away. He had no idea what that meant. But he could feel fear, coiling deep in his gut. Someone, living in the same city as he and his brother, now knew his secret. The last thing he wanted was to meet the man again.

“How did you get that?” Diaz examined his bruised shoulder.

“I got into a fight with some Wanderers,” Jake mumbled, while trying hard not to wince as his brother poked his arm.

“No s**t. I bet the others look worse,” his brother’s face lit up with a smile.

Jake fell silent. He wasn’t going to tell Diaz he got saved by a gorgeous man named Klaus who had jerked him off and made him see heaven for the first time in his 21 years of life.

“So,” Diaz insisted. “Did you beat them up?”

“No,” Jake said softly while pulling his t-shirt over his head. “I ran away.”

“You did what?” his brother’s voice sounded flat and dangerous. “An Outsider does not f*****g run away!”

Diaz slammed his palm against the table, making even the old china in the single cabinet in the kitchen rattle.

“They were five, I was one. What the hell could I have done?” Jake yelled back, his hands curled into fists.

“I don’t care how f*****g many they were! We stand our ground! How about we all run away, huh? How about we all leave the city and go live in the woods, like monkeys? How would you like that?” his brother pushed him back into the chair, while looking him square in the eye.

Of course his brother was right. And even if he wasn’t right, and Jake had been entitled to save his ass, there was no way he could tell Diaz otherwise.

“Sorry, Diaz,” he murmured while looking down.

He had never been tough like his brother. He could not take five guys and live to tell the story.

“I taught you how to fight, didn’t I? You finally put on some muscles, use them for f**k’s sake!”

Jake let his brother scold him, casting his eyes down like a kid. What was he to do? Diaz moved and fiddled with something outside his field of view. Jake didn’t dare to look up. A plate filled with food was soon slammed on the table in front of him. A smack upside the head followed. Ah, well, that was to be expected, but Jake felt relieved. It meant the scolding was over.

“Eat up, puss,” his brother spoke with something between affection and disappointment in his voice.

Jake knew that. He knew he wasn’t how Diaz wanted him to be. And his older brother didn’t even know the half of it.

“We’re going to meet someone later,” Diaz added, and Jake didn’t question the decision. His brother knew best when it came to business. Jake had to be present, just because he was family, and family was one of the values Diaz always said he held in high esteem.

***

The old building downtown had been renovated to accommodate new offices. Jake was pretty sure that he hadn’t seen that happening, but he hadn’t been downtown for a while. He feared he and his brother looked like total punks dressed in their regular t-shirts, jeans, and sneakers. As they stopped on the third floor and walked inside a large hallway, his feeling of inadequacy only deepened. He stole a glance in Diaz’s direction. His brother didn’t seem to care, although the tension in his shoulders could tell him that Diaz was apprehensive of the surroundings as well.

A woman in her late 20s with impeccable hair, wearing thin-rimmed glasses looked at them as they stopped by her desk. Jake felt ready for the floor to open up, swallow him and his brother, although the woman did not seem to judge them, but just observe them. She rose gracefully from her desk and greeted them.

“I will let my boss know you are here,” she spoke and walked away, after Diaz told her his name.

The woman was attired in a white blouse and a black pencil skirt, cut right above the knee. Her heels were just the right height to be both sexy and business-like, without going over the top in either direction.

Diaz stared after her.

“Do you see that, Jake?” he whispered. “That’s a golden p***y for you, right there. If you score with someone like her, you can just die and go to heaven,” he added. “Not that you would notice. I sometimes doubt you have a d**k, although I saw it. You just don’t know how to use it, do you?”

Jake knew he was now expected to comment on the secretary’s charms. “I do know how to use it,” he said in his defense. “And yeah, she is very …”

As the woman walked back with a tall man in tow, Jake felt his breath hitching in his chest. “… beautiful,” he eventually finished his sentence, as his eyes met amused sapphire blues.

Again, he was f****d. What was with this guy appearing in all the places he happened to be?

“Hello, I am Klaus Metzger,” the man shook Diaz’s hand, then Jake’s. “Please, gentlemen, follow me to the meeting room. Martha, would you be so kind to bring some coffee and pastries? Just to sweeten our deal.”

“Yes, sir,” Jake heard the woman’s musical voice.

He threaded behind Klaus and his brother, feeling like walking the plank in a bad pirates’ movie. Klaus didn’t show any other sign that he was recognizing Jake, which was good. For now, at least.

They were invited to take a seat at a round table.

“So, what’s this all about?” Diaz questioned.

“Mr. Lopez, I believe that you agree with me that gang wars are not a good thing for the town,” Klaus began, as Martha moved in and about gracefully while placing cups of coffee in front of them and a plate filled with something that looked delicious.

Jake took one cookie in his mouth and had to hold back a sound of pure delight. He was so nervous that he was sure he could eat the entire plate then puke at home.

“You want us out?” Diaz asked aggressively.