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He didn’t like that Gage shoved him to his knees though, even though this was the thing he liked above all. He wanted this, didn’t he? Wanted to be forced with that hand on his head, shoving him down, making him choke? How many men had done this to him and how many times had he relived it after with tears running down his face and his throat sore? What exactly was there to enjoy about it? Why did he crave it? He looked up as Gage unfastened his jeans and pulled his cock free. Not so big. Something Holden could manage and wouldn’t hurt him too much. He felt relief. But when Gage gripped his neck and aimed that cock between his lips, Holden resisted. Suddenly he didn’t want it anymore. He didn’t want the morning feeling of regret masked as the thrill of being dominated. The addiction controlling him, telling him what he wanted and how to feel. What he didn’t want tonight, on his birthday, was this man’s dick down his throat.
He stumbled to his feet, knocking against Gage. “No, man,” he said.
“What?” Gage asked, sounding baffled.
“Not tonight. I drank too much.” Holden staggered around the kitchen table and nearly fell. For a moment he thought he might puke. He negotiated the hallway with difficulty and opened the front door.
Gage followed him. He stepped outside, squinting at Holden. “Are you really serious?”
Holden nodded. “Sorry, man.”
Gage grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him from the house. He laughed and swept Holden into his arms, dancing around the yard. “Come on, you prick tease, give me a kiss.”
Once more Holden turned his face away. He tried to squirm free from Gage’s grip. Gage was laughing and stumbling and the situation seemed non-threatening, but still, they were right outside Tyler’s window and they were being loud. “Listen, how about we do it again next week?”
Gage glowered at him. “Hey, you wanted to hook up. Tonight. That was the deal.”
Holden pulled free and steadied himself against the trunk of his car. “Not tonight,” he mumbled and pushed off, trying to weave his way back to the house.
Gage grabbed him by both shoulders. “Yes, tonight.” He slammed him against the trunk of the car with force.
“What the fuck, man?” Holden tried to jerk free and Gage forced him face down, one hand on the back of his head, the other on his spine.
“We both know how this goes,” Gage said, pressing his hard groin against Holden’s ass. “Stop playing hard to get. A man can only take so much teasing.”
“Hey, I didn’t fucking tease you!”
Holden bucked back and Gage shoved him down again. Then he reached around Holden and unfastened his belt.
Holden slapped his hands. “Get the fuck off.”
A fist collided with his cheek from nowhere and he almost saw stars. He fell against the car, stunned, and felt Gage unfastening his jeans and pulling them down.
“Stop, no, stop!” He was too drunk and too stunned to be effective against Gage’s weight. The guy was strong as an ox and he had his cock free now and pressing against Holden’s naked ass, pushing.
Holden cried out. At that moment he heard the door to the annex opening.
Chapter Eleven
Tyler
Laughing voices woke Tyler from a deep sleep. They started far away, then grew closer and closer until he realized they were right outside. He heard giggling and stiffened as he recognized Holden’s voice. He had company. Tyler gritted his teeth and turned over in bed as he heard a door slam. Great, just fucking great. It looked like he had missed his chance with the silver fox. Anger and regret warred within him. His stomach churned so much he couldn’t go back to sleep.
He slid to the edge of the bed and found his liner, rolling it up his leg. As he did, he heard voices again.
“Are you really serious?” Some guy’s voice.
Then Holden. “Sorry, man.”
The sound of feet on gravel and laughing, getting closer to Tyler’s window. “Come on, you prick tease, give me a kiss.”
Tyler bit his lip hard and reached for his stump sock, hurrying to roll it on.
“Listen, how about we do it again next week?”
The guy. “Hey, you wanted to hook up. Tonight. That was the deal.”
More feet on gravel. “Not tonight.” Holden was drunk, but his voice sounded firm enough. He meant no all right.
