Motorbike

The inside of the bike house looked an awful lot like a stable, Alex decided. Corbette’s motorcycle took up residence in what looked to be a box stall. The sliding door protecting the bike had a big metal holder for a padlock on the outside, and metal bars reminiscent of movie jails in old westerns.



Alex attempted to peek inside, but the second he got close, Corbette snagged him by the upper arm and towed him away. The other two men followed behind them, silent. Their eerie quiet bothered Alex for some reason he couldn’t quite put his finger on.



Corbette’s path brought them up past where he assumed they’d driven in; at least the gates looked like the ones they’d stopped outside before. Alex peered curiously at them, but the tugging, insistent grip on his arm prevented any real sightseeing.



I wonder what the hell he’s going to do… Alex mused to himself. With my luck, something really nasty. Maybe he really is the boss guy of those thugs from the alley. Or maybe – nah.



His thoughts took a different turn then, and he wondered briefly about Ace. Wonder if he’ll be around later. It looks like some kind of frat house here. And in truth, the house did resemble something similar to a clichéd, ugly fraternity. The paint was chipping, the stair railings were only attached in three places, a couple of wilted potted plants leaning drunkenly on the porch.



Corbette pushed his way through the door. Alex half-wondered if he was destined to remain attached permanently. Then they were inside and the biker cast him off like an old skin, pushing him none too gently in the direction of the living room. Alex paused in the entryway, but the two men behind him didn’t stop. Just a simple physics equation – momentum before equaled momentum after, and the three of them did manage to make it to the sofa before collapsing.



Well, this isn’t awkward or anything.



“So…uh, who are you?” he asked the one who’d fallen across his legs.



The reddish haired male gave him something like a shaky smile. “Jake.”



“No last name to go with it?” Alex inquired, a mischievous smirk touching his lips.



“Jake Quest’s the one on you, Benton Slade is the one under you.”



Alex’s face lit up. “Ace!”



Ace leaned against the doorframe, a glass of water in one hand, and a playful smirk of his own on his face. “Not expecting to see me?”



“Would I sound so gleeful if I had expected you?” Alex countered.



A fluid shrug was his answer.



“You may want to untangle yourselves,” Ace suggested, nodding to the way the three of them were still pretty much making pillows out of one another.



After a bit of shoving, they got it sorted so Jake and Benton were sharing the couch and Alex had found a comfortable spot on the floor. At least it was nice inside. Compared to the outside, it was a completely different place.



“So why are you here?” he asked after an extended silence. Ace looked about to answer, but Corbette appeared beside him then. In the imposing man’s presence, Alex hadn’t noticed one little thing… Corbette was shorter than Ace. He found it amusing, though, when he pulled his own height into consideration…



“Now that we’re all together, it’s about time we got this started.”



Ace nodded firmly and motioned to the three of them spread out. Alex gained his feet and took a spot on the other side of the dancer. His dancer, as he was already affectionately referring to Ace as in his head. His hand slipped into the other’s. Ace gave him a swift, almost confused look, but didn’t make any comment about it. Alex tightened his fingers around Ace’s palm, and was rewarded with fingers that opted to intertwine with his.



The two of them walked together behind Corbette with Jake and Benton bringing up the rear. Alex twisted his head back once to see if the other two had noticed anything, and if they were judging. But the two really weren’t all that involved with their surroundings, seemingly more interested in staring at the back of Corbette’s head like he was some demented idol of theirs.



Alex was fine with that. He didn’t know exactly what part in this Ace had, nor was he all that anxious to find out lest it turn out to be a reason leaving him less than amorous in appeal, but he wouldn’t want to jeopardize the man who’d kept him off the streets last night.



Not to mention…the guy who had to be the hottest dancer in the area.



XXXXX



Are we taking a tour of the house, or what? Alex wondered after they’d gone through the fifth consecutive room without stopping. What is this?



Corbette didn’t seem to have an ultimate destination in mind, just flickering from room to room, much like he was looking for something misplaced. And then he abruptly took a set of stairs up.



Alex leaned in closer to Ace on the way up the stairs. It was a narrow enough way that they had to go single file, or be squished into each other. Alex had opted for squished without really caring one way or another. It was nice to be close to someone else. Physically speaking.



Ace didn’t protest, so he assumed the dancer didn’t mind.



The landing came altogether too soon, in Alex’s opinion. He’d been nearly sideways against the dancer. Damn. If only there’d been another couple hundred stairs…



But nothing of it. Corbette seemed to be intent on going again in aimless circles on the second floor. Alex gave a mental shrug. Ace didn’t look concerned in the least, so he resolved to not be either. It wasn’t as difficult as it seemed.



Although… He twisted around to look for a certain pair that had gone missing quite suddenly. Where are Jake and Benton?



“Go sit down.”



Alex started at the sound of Corbette’s commanding voice, looking up to the two taller males. Ace nodded towards a door, and Alex nodded slightly in reply. The dancer ushered him in. He was surprised to see it was a bedroom.



Please don’t tell me he wants a three-way. I’m not fucking with someone who won’t let me see his face.



Corbette nodded at the bed. “Sit down,” he reiterated.



Ace tugged gently on Alex’s hand, guiding him over to the huge, plush thing. Alex let go of the dancer’s hand to spring onto it lightly, spreading himself over the soft cover casually. Ace took a much more dignified seat.



“What’s this about?”



From the slightly tilted head Alex assumed the question was directed at both of them.



“What’s what about?” Ace’s voice was terse.



The laugh that came from Corbette wasn’t very sweet sounding, Alex decided. It had too much of the predator behind it. Ace didn’t seem to like it very much either, considering how his body went tense.



“You, and him.” The biker nodded towards Alex, then his helmeted face turned back to stare at Ace.



Ace appeared relatively unperturbed. “There is no me and him,” the dancer replied assertively.



“Really?” Corbette seemed skeptical. “I was under the impression you two had gotten together prior to my dropping him off at your place. That was why I picked your pad, Ace. I would have left him with Slade and Knight if I thought you hadn’t.”



A rueful look crossed the dancer’s face. “I thought about it. I wanted to. He’s still underage.”



Corbette snorted. “Never stopped you before.”



The fluid shrug that Ace gave kept Alex from getting too jealous. “Maybe I’ve grown up a touch.”



“You picked a fucking inconvenient time to do it,” Alex muttered.



A warm arm draped around his shoulders. “One more day, and you’ll get what you want,” Ace reminded him. The dancer’s soft breath over his ear made Alex shiver.



“You could pretend the next – ” Corbette checked his watch “- fifteen hours don’t count.”



And exactly why does this guy want me to get fucked? I’m not complaining…but does he want to watch or something? Because that’s not such a turn on.



“You sound like a voyeur.” Ace’s dry comment mirrored Alex’s thoughts.



“Of all people, Ace, you should know I have a vested interest in keeping him around.” Corbette leaned against the wall. Alex wondered how the thing didn’t just collapse under him. “Keep Alex, catch Ian’s attention.”



Ian ? Wait –



“Why the hell are you after Ian?” Alex asked. He didn’t know any other ‘Ian’s that might be the one whose attention was supposed to be caught, so he assumed… And judging by the nodding head of the biker, his assumption was correct. “What do you want with my dad’s boyfriend?”



Beyond weird.



Alex expected Corbette to answer, but it was Ace who replied. “Ian used to be part of the group, if I’m not mistaken,” the dancer said with a slight frown.



“Damn straight he was,” Corbette affirmed. “And now that you know why we’re keeping you around until further notice, feel free to have all the fun you want. Just don’t leave the house.” His voice changed as he addressed Ace. “Don’t let him off the grounds, whatever you do.”



Ace offered a nod in reply, and Corbette picked himself off the wall. Alex swore he could hear the thing sigh in relief. Then the biker was gone out the door, and the two of them were alone…in a bedroom.



Alex sat back on his feet, staring at the door. That has got to be the fucking weirdest shit I’ve seen in a while, he decided. But if it puts me in a good place… He moved forward, reaching out a hand to grip the dancer’s shoulder.



After a moment, Ace pulled away. Alex growled in disappointment. No way I’m jerking off tonight. “C’mon, Ace,” he whined. “It’s just fifteen hours. By the time anyone finds out, I’ll be eighteen.” When the brunet didn’t seem inclined at all to do his part in behaving and undressing, Alex reached around to grab the hem of his shirt and tried to drag it off him. Ace’s reaction was immediate.



“So…you agree with me?” he inquired, shifting slightly under the dancer’s body, which was pinning him to the bed.



Brown eyes darkened. “No. Stop trying or there’ll be nothing for you in fifteen hours.”



Alex gave a theatrical sigh. “Will you never reconsider?” he asked, trying to arch his body up enough to touch Ace’s. The brunet seemed to have anticipated the move and was too far away.



Dammit. Why won’t he let me touch him? If we don’t do much more than grope each other, what’s the big deal? I need to be touched. I need to touch. It’s all physical sensation – without that, I’m lost.



“Give it another few hours. Waiting will make it all sweeter, I promise.”



Alex rolled his eyes. His body moved, trying to twist out from under Ace’s. The dancer didn’t let him go, watching him with an amused glint in his brown eyes. Alex glowered. “If you’re not going to do anything, let me go.”



Gentle lips brushed across his. Surprised into not moving, Alex let Ace’s mouth caress his before the brunet pulled back.



“I thought you were going to wait,” he drawled, not at all unhappy that Ace hadn’t held to that.



The dancer chuckled. “Oh, we’re both waiting. Haven’t you heard of foreplay?”



Fifteen hours of foreplay? Is he insane?



“I’d never last that long,” he said tartly.



“We’ll see,” Ace answered, his mouth again moving down to claim Alex’s.



He didn’t fight it. If he doesn’t crack sometime in the next hour, then I’ll worry about making it to midnight. Until then…well, I think we’ve got the place to ourselves. He gave a feral grin and bucked his body, managing to unseat Ace long enough to twist out from the other’s hold. His hand caught a hold of the other’s shirt and he smirked, pulling the dancer in. His mouth moved up towards Ace’s ear…



“Tag. You’re it.”



And he fled the room, laughing.