Page 22 of Troy

“Shall we shower?” Troy whispers.

“Damn right. C’mon, baby, let’s see what trouble we can get up to.” I laugh and haul him from his bed.

“I’m not sure my legs are working yet, that really was something else, Raff. Thank you.” Troy peers shyly at me.

“Hell, baby, you don’t need to thank me. But I’ll hold on to you, you’re safe with me.” I chuckle.

“Yes, I really think I am.” Again, in a hushed voice, Troy shows his trust in me and my heart swells.

We have spent the late afternoon idly in the back yard, I can’t remember the last time I felt so relaxed and content. Drake was such hard work, a complete diva who made sure it was always about him being in the right place, at the right time. Desperate for attention and recognition, he would drag me to any club or party that had the ‘right’ people inside. I hate any sort of attention; I have kept myself out of as many photographs as possible. A few have hit the tabloid rags when I was caught out. These don’t worry me too much, there’s no way my family would look at those papers. Being on the other side of the camera is how I get my kicks. I don’t want my ex-family finding me: my name change has been successful so far, and the change in my appearance in over ten years is enough camouflage to keep me hidden. Long hair and a beard is enough to send my father into a rage, so, add the tattoos and the cigarettes, he would bust a gut. Well, hopefully.

As I recline on a lounger, I watch Troy splashing the dog with water from the pool. Boss loves it and wags his tail, barking when Troy stops. Roaring with laughter, Troy looks up at me, threatening to splash me.

“Not a chance, baby; don’t start something you won’t like the end of.” I pretend to scowl but push myself off the comfortable chair. A cigarette dangles from my lip and I love the flash of desire crossing his features when he focuses on my mouth.

“You said something like that before and I don’t seem to regret anything yet.” His laughter is infectious and I swagger down to him, but he cups his hands and scoops up water before dowsing me. Bounding up, he runs further down the garden, giggling as he glances over his shoulder. This is game on!

“Oh, baby, I’m gonna catch you, no matter how far you run.” Stopping to stub out the cigarette, I give him time to flee. Then I set off at a sprint. Nearing him, Troy holds up his hands in surrender but continues to laugh and step backwards, trying to get away. As I prowl closer, I catch Troy’s eyes widen and his lips part, allowing his tongue to sweep across them. Oh yeah, he’s playing, too.

“So, you don’t play well with water, huh? Who’d have thought a big, tough guy like you doesn’t like to get wet?” His eyes scour my body. Only a few drops of water cling to my chest but Troy focuses on them. “Come here, honey, let me dry you off.”

“Nope, that’s not how it works. Give yourself up and accept the consequences of your actions.” I reach him and throw him over my shoulder before racing back up the garden. A barking Boss chases us but he doesn’t get in my way.

“Put me down! You’re such a bully!” Troy shrieks and slaps my back and butt. Bent over my shoulder, I have access to his divine backside and give it a hard smack. He only laughs harder but when we reach the edge of the pool Troy stops laughing. “Oh no, no. NO!”

“Hell yeah, baby, hold on!” I bark out a laugh and jump.

Going under, I let go of Troy and we emerge spluttering but with huge grins on our faces. I swim the short distance to him and wrap my arms around him. Kissing him hard, I drag him to the edge and pin him against the pool wall, devouring his mouth. Pushing my hips against his, I feel we have matching hard-ons.

“I want you, Troy.” I pant as I pull away from his mouth.

“Yes, hell, Raff, take me.” Troy’s arms drape over my shoulders, clutching my head and neck.

“Here, I want you here.” Tugging his shorts off his hips and shoving them down his legs, I feel him wriggle out of them. I repeat the action with my own. “Wrap your legs around my waist, baby.”

He complies and, with my hands gripping his ass to spread his cheeks, my dick jabs his hole. He bears down, allowing me to slip past the first ring of muscle, then the second, and I slide deep inside his hot channel.

“Oh God, Raff, yes!” Troy chants before attacking my mouth. As we thrust against each other, I can feel my climax building rapidly, “I’m not going to last, Troy; you feel so damn good.”

“Quick, keep going, harder, Raff, harder.” Troy gasps and, with a loud growl, Troy squeezes around me and comes.

“Yesyesyesyes!” My balls tighten and draw up into my body as I find my release. Holding still as I pulse inside Troy, he continues to milk my dick.

Breathing deeply, we smirk, quickly becoming a fit of the giggles. We cling to each other and, as I slither out of his body, I embrace the eruption of pure joy. I search for our shorts and spot them floating beside us. Grabbing both pairs, I hand Troy his. As we don them, Boss lets out a deep bark and races towards the house.

Clambering out of the pool, we head up to find the source of Boss’ interest when Nico and Ryan saunter out through the large, open kitchen doors. Troy looks at me and we set each other off again; I’m laughing so hard, I’m bent over holding on to my sides. Troy pulls himself together before me and walks up to greet the men he considers his family. I shake my head at the timing of their arrival. As I follow my lover, an overwhelming sensation of happiness, total contentment engulfs me.

When I get to the three men, their expressions mimic mine, a certain glimmer of knowledge in their eyes. They know exactly what happened moments before. Nico raises one brow sardonically and my eyes narrow, a small warning to keep out of our private life. But then I realize I don’t care; I love Troy and I’m not ashamed to show them, I’m only waiting for the perfect moment to tell him.

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