Silver Spoon

"What the hell are you doing in my apartment?" Cole's words cut through the thick silence hanging poignantly in the room. He approached, despite being far smaller than the muscled Trevor, Cole never once showed fear to the older man. "Or, let me guess, Satan's on vacation."

"You never changed your locks." Trevor played with the key in his hands.

"I never gave you a key!"

"Yeah, well, I made my own." Trevor pulled his body off the couch, treaded across the room with the grace of a panther on the prowl. Cole backed to the door, it was still open, and not even Trevor would be dumb enough to try something.

"Trevor, I'm warning you. Get out now, or I'll call the cops!"

"Does your phone even work? I tried calling a couple of times today, and it said your service had been disconnected..." Cole couldn't figure out when the distance between himself and Trevor was closed, but his body was now very much pressed against the larger man.

"I treated it like I wanted to treat you." Cole scowled, recalling the metal shards of what was his phone lying in the reception area. "You feel like you've put on a couple of pounds."

"Oooh, you wound me, Cole." Strong fingers tipped Cole's chin. "So stunning. I miss you baby. And I know you have to miss me."

"Yeah, I have missed you. I missed you sooo much that I had a restraining order filed. Don't you love how effective the American justice system is...." Sarcasm poisoned his voice.

"That mouth of yours. I have always wanted to fix that, you're such a noisy little bitch." Trevor swooped in for a kiss, Cole immediately tearing himself away and staring Trevor down.

"What the fuck do you want Trevor!?"

"You."

"Then ask Santa to bring you a blow up doll with my name on it for Christmas."

"Hmm, you know, you really should be careful. You don't want to piss me off." Trevor's dark eyes narrowed as Cole offered him the door.

"Go to hell, old man. Now, get out."

"I'll be seeing you again."

"No, you won't."

Defeated, but the smirk on his face would never allow you to believe it, Trevor left the house, staring Cole eye to eye until his back was to the black haired one, and he was well on his way down the hall.

Cole shut his door, sinking down against the wooden frame and tearing the glasses off of his face. "Fuck!!!" He screamed, punching the cheap wood floor. Change his locks, change his numbers. Hell, plastic surgery wouldn't hurt either.

And then the most unforgivable thought squirmed into his mind.

He wanted to talk to Russell. It wasn't possible, his phone still sore from the abuse Cole unjustly dealt out, but the thought was there. Cole let a soft smile pull at his lips. Things always had to be complicated.

Cole pulled himself off the floor, and stripped down to his boxers, laying the clothes in a bread-crumb trail to his bed where he immediately collapsed. No, he didn't normally sleep in boxers, but he was far too spent to change. He just wanted to curl up and go to bed early, and forget about Trevor. Who knows? Maybe dream about Russell.

A long night of dreaming which could only result in him becoming admitted if he ever confessed them to a therapist. To skin over the juicier parts of the dream, they started with Cole in a frilly pink dress and long blond hair the flowed down his back. And Trevor was an evil dragon king, kidnapping Cole and whisking him to high atop his tower, where the dashing Prince Russell swooped in on a shining blue dragon that farted rainbows and slew the evil dragon king, before taking Cole into his powerful arms and kissing him, and somehow magically impregnating Cole with that kiss. And, they lived happily ever after. Or, as happily as one could be in a world where men can wear dresses and become impregnated.

Or, as well as a dream can end where one winds up in Russell's arms.

The next morning, Cole went through his casual routine, shower, a quick bite of a frozen burrito that was barely thawed in the microwave, and scrambling out of the door just as his tye was pulled taut around his neck. Only, he made one small nitch in his morning routine, Connor stopped by the bakery near his apartment complex and bought three banana nut muffins, and two cups of coffee.

Then to Taylor Industries, and to the reception area for legal where his desk, and Russell's office were. He made his way back to Russell's office, the blond now coming in rather early to catch Cole. It was one of the benefits of their relationship, Russell actually came in on time.

But the blond looked rather tired, something unlost on Cole. "Hey." He droned as he moved into Russell's office.

"Oh, morning Coley!" His somber face melted into a far more chipper, smiling version that Cole was so used to.

"So, you wanna tell me about yesterday?" Cole pushed himself down into the chair, pushing Russell a cup of coffee and setting his own onto the desk and began dangling the bag of muffin's like a bargaining chip. "I can make it worth your whiiiile." He teased.

"Ooooh, are those muffins?" Russell snatched across the desk, only to have the bag pulled away.

"Mmmhmm, now tell me why you freaked out yesterday."

"I...I don't wanna talk about it."

"Aren't lovers supposed to disclose everything?"

"It's complic---Wait...." While his eyes had been dulling as he dodged Cole's question, they quickly regained their sugary enthusiasm. "You just called me your lover."

"....No I didn't."

"You so did! And you bought me muffins! You like me, admit it!"

"These are my muffins!" Cole puffed his chest and darted his head away defiantly. "Both my coffee's too."

"Awww, Coley!!!" Russell sprang out of his chair, circled the desk and wrapped his arms around Cole's neck. "You're so cute when you're acting all flustered."

"You know what, forget I asked anything..." As Cole continued to look away from Russell, his face was pulled around, and his lips were crushed against Russell's. Cole cooed, and kissed back, grabbing Russell's blond locks and pulling their lips together.

"Oh, I've so got you." Russell declared as their lips broke.

"I will kill you, you realize that, don't you?"

Russell took a muffin from the bag and bit into it merrily. As he ate the muffin, his cell phone chimed on his desk. First settling himself into Cole's lap to eat his muffin, Russell grabbed his cell phone and read the recently acquired text.

"Anything important?" Cole asked, now eating his own banana nut muffin: they were his guilty pleasure.

"...Just some guys I know. Wanting to go to a party tonight." Russell tossed his cell phone back on the desk and took another bite of his breakfast.

"Don't let me bind you down. You should go and have fun."

"Ahh, well. I haven't been in a while but---"

"Besides, I could go with you." Cole shrugged, playing nonchalant as Russell turned his surprised gaze to him. "If we're going to be lovers, I should get to know the people in your life." Besides, he didn't want to go home. He hadn't yet changed his locks. The dog may have gotten in.

"You just---"

"I said it on purpose." Cole pecked Russell on the cheek. Russell's cheeks stained with light scarlet.

"Well...only if you'll go with me." Russell stole another quick kiss, and climbed from Cole's lap. "I can't take you out for lunch today, I've got a business date with a client of Taylor Industries."

"Ah, it's alright. I'll just snack or something."

"I'll bring us back some clothes to wear to the party on my way back."

"Just don't be late." Cole sighed, tipped his glasses and went back to start his work day. It droned on, as it always did, Russell leaving for lunch to catch whoever he was supposed to meet. Cole filed reports, took calls, typed memos, all of the basic work he'd become so de-sensitized to over the months. Russell returned, bag of clothes in hand and winked at Cole, taking a quick kiss before retreating to his office.

Five o'clock, as always, rolled around and Russell beckoned Cole back to his office.

"Here ya go." Russell thrust a set of clothes into Cole's hand. Roughly the same outfit as last time, only a black tank top would be his top piece, rather than the corseting black top he wore before.

"Where am I gonna change?"

"In here. C'mon, I've already seen you naked."

"God damn you, Russell...." Cole grumbled as he peeled off his clothes and changed into the tight party clothing. Russell did the same, and Cole again gawked at the sheer beauty of Russell's body. Lean, tanned, contrasting his shoulder length tinsels of golden hair that tickled his soft skin. His angular face was so beautiful, exotic, and Russell was making sure Cole saw all of his good parts as he changed into leather jeans and a black mesh shirt.

"How do I look?"

"Skanky."

"Great!"

"Oh, one more thing." Cole placed his glasses with his clothes. "I don't want to wear those out.

They left the main building, went to the parking garage with ever passerby glancing at the two as though they were going out to work the streets. To Russell's car, where the two drove around for a good while, talking, passing the time, and going out for a quick bite to eat at the local fast food dive. Eight crept up on them, Russell driving out to the far edge of town, to an abandon ware house, trembling with music and almost hidden in a sea of cars just outside.

Cole and Russell climbed out, and began to wade through the sea of cars and people, heading toward the ware house.

"Alright, Cole. A...couple of rules. I only came out because I didn't want you to feel like I was excluding you from a part of my life. But, I don't want to stay past midnight, because parties like this usually dissolve into one huge orgy."

"Sounds fun." Cole chided.

"Another thing, don't drink, or eat, anything you're given unless it's from me. Drugs are....kinda common here."

"Again, fun."

"Alright, let's go." Russell hooked Cole's arm, passing by the bouncer with only one glance, and into the bustling ocean of people inside, all fueled by some different drug as they moved around, grinded hips, all playing to the music, drugs, and alcohol.

Russell guided Cole to the corner of the ware house, a row of very nice couches lined the wall with various men making out, giving hand jobs, and a few just plain going at it. Russell was gracious enough to park them a good ways away.

The couch they approached, had three guys, all very feminine, all casting their eyes to newest entries.

"Russell!" One squeeled, blond hair falling over his crystal blue eyes. "It's been a while since you came around."

"Yeah, what's up, Troy?"

The blond, Troy, turned his eyes to Cole. "Hiya cutie! You Russell's newest toy?"

"He ain't a toy." Russell tugged Cole protectively. "This is my dream boy."

"Aww, that's so sweeeet." The obviously ecstasy fueled Troy squealed again.

Cole and Russell sat on the couch with the three other men, Russell cuddled close to Cole, as though to protect his "little treasure" from all the bad men.

They talked, Cole enduring more than one comment about how pretty he was, and how Russell had really gotten a catch, when another blond, with unruly curls approached, standing before Russell and Cole, though Cole was sure he was invisible to the boy.

"Russell. It's been a while."

"What's up Joey?"

"Can we talk?"

"Yeah, what's on your mind?"

"I meant..." Joey cast his eyes to Cole, a gaze Cole didn't much care for. "...Alone."

With a sigh, Russell gave Cole a reassuring kiss. "I'll be right back." Russell followed Joey toward the bathroom. Cole liked to believe that was because it was the only private place in the party.

"Alright." Cole decided to talk to his new drunken friends. They all touched him, probed him, and asked how he managed to keep his skin so soft. Cole now realized why Russell had been clinging to him, he was protecting him from the horny party goers.

"Hey Cole...." Troy squeezed in close, his lips brushing Cole's ear lobe. "Want something to drink?" He swished an open red bull, that Cole could was sure didn't get it's kicks from caffeine and taurine.

"U-Um...no thanks."

"C'mon, you're soooo sexy. You'd be soooo sexy with a cock in each hole, covered in cum."

His kill instinct now kicking in, Cole decided he did in fact, need Russell's protection. "Ooookay, I'm gonna go find Russell now."

"Awww, come back soon..."

Cole slipped into the heated cesspool of people, and made way for the bathroom. Maybe tonight was a bit of a mistake, he clearly didn't belong. He wasn't one for drugs, and the thought of being in an orgy was, frankly, repulsive.

Maybe he could lure Russell away with promises of sex. God knows he'd been thinking about it, and he'd been trying to go slow, but Russell commented how hard it was for him to keep his hands off Cole, yet he felt the same pain.

He opened the door to the bathroom, the thumping music deafening him as he entered the dimly lit, green disaster of a major case of crabs.

He shouldn't have been, but Cole felt surprise surge though his veins.

Russell, back against the wall with lips parted, while the curly blond, Joey, was on his knees, Russell's cock in his mouth as he worked it. Russell wasn't aware of Cole's presence, but Joey was, those cruel blue eyes staring arrogantly at Cole as he worked the head with his tongue.

"No voyeurs." Joey spat out.

"What?" Russell looked down to Joey, and then to Cole. "Cole..."

"Sorry..." Oh fuck he was so lame. "Didn't mean this bathroom..." Cole turned and darted out of the bathroom and slipped back into the dancing crowd, all blissfully unaware of his recent tragedy. No, it shouldn't have been a tragedy! It should have been just like all the other times Cole caught Russell with his pants down.

"COLE!" Russell shouted, barely zipping his pants as he ran into the crowd.

Cole tried to get away, but once he was outside, which was scarcely populated, he was easily found by Russell who was pursuing him.

"Cole, wait a second!"

Cole stopped, but he kept his back to Russell. He didn't like Russell. He never claimed to. He was a philandering, playboy who threw his money around. He was arrogant, self-centered, and acted too much like a child.

And Cole was spilling tears over him. Tears he wouldn't let Russell see.

"What?"

"Cole, I'm sorry."

"No you're not. If you're sorry you wouldn't have done it."

"Cole, I---"

"Don't pretend anymore. Maybe Jake was right. Maybe I was just someone you took pity on, but Russell, I don't need your goddamn pity!"

"C-Cole...I..."

"You're a dog." Cole spat. "You never liked me, anyway, just the office nerd you wanted to take pity on."

"Cole, it's not like that!"

"Then what's it like?"

Russell glanced up, just barely able to see Cole's profile as he stared over his shoulder. "You're right. I'm a dog. I like getting my dick sucked, and you're the one who asked to come out tonight." Russell mentally beat the hell out of himself. That wasn't what he was supposed to do. He was supposed to get on his hands and knees and beg, BEG, Cole for forgiveness. "If you don't like this, then...maybe you should just leave." Oh, he was so going to kick his own ass later.

"Later, Russell..."

Dull blue eyes watched Cole disappear into the darkness, every fiber of his being telling him to run after Cole, and promise anything and everything for a second chance. But, he fucked up, he fucked up big and knew it. And, the truth was far harder to face than to just let Cole be pissed. To let the person he wanted more than air to think he was a pitiful pig.

Russell fell to the ground, punching the ground until his knuckles were bruised and bloody, all the while cursing everything that came to mind.

"You don't need that uptight twat." A voice sneered from behind; Joey.

"Go away." He said darkly.

"You weren't saying that when I was sucking you off."

"Well I'm saying it now! Go the fuck away!"

Joey made a cutting remark and stormed back into the party to join the slow-starting orgy. Russell growled, shuffled his phone out of his pocket and called Mika to meet. He left the party, speeding through the barren streets to a small bar, that wasn't exclusive, but so few people knew it that it was a good place for a quiet meeting.

He went in, ordered a shot of hard bourbon and waited until his sister, wearing sunglasses at night, entered the bar, ordered a martini, and took her seat by Russell at the bar.

Russell ordered another shot, cold silence settling between the two before Mika finally spoke. "So, you call me to a bar, late at night, dressed like you just got back from a rave. What happened?"

"...I fucked up."

Mika fell silent. "Define fucked up." The bartender gave her the martini she ordered.

"Cole caught me getting a blowjob from another guy."

"Dumbass, what were you thinking!?"

"I'm a fucking pig!" Mika could already see the tears welling in Russell's eyes. "Cole should leave me behind."

"Why did you do it, if you regret it so much?"

"Don't ask that question Mika. You know why. It was Joey so..."

"So you figured, no harm, no foul." Mika sipped her drink.

"There was foul though." Russell ordered another shot, the only thing he could think of to keep from losing control and bawling in a room full of strangers.

"Talk to Cole then. Explain to him why you did it. Stop getting hammered in this bar, and go explain youself."

Russell downed the shot. "I'm scared..."

Mika reached out, wrapping her arm around Russell's neck and pulling him close. "You called me yesterday for the same reason, Russell. Even after all these years, you still call me when you want to cry." She kissed his forehead soothingly. "You cried for an hour yesterday, I'm afraid you're dehydrated."

"I wanted him, I wanted him so bad." Mika could feel warmth stain her blouse. Russell wasn't able to control the tears anymore. "I'm a fucking idiot!!!"

"If you still want him, go talk to him. Explain yourself. And stop hiding from the answer you want."

Russell and Mika talked, and drank well into the night, before both called a cab to get them home. Russell could just pick up his car the next day. He went home, dropped down onto his bed and slept. He had a lot to do the next day.

The next day came, Russell left early to grab a cab and pick up his car from the bar. He went to his the main building, climbed to the tenth floor and nervously crept to his office. He wondered if bringing flowers would help, but he knew Cole was not that kind of person. No, he had to be truthful, he had to beg Cole for forgiveness.

He went into his office, Cole already working at his computer, casting a glance up to Russell before coldly spewing, "Good morning, Mr. Taylor."

"I'm glad. I thought you would have taken the day off."

"You have a meeting this morning, and some papers you need to read and sign." Cole pretended as though Russell hadn't said anything.

"I'm sorry!!!" Russell blurted.

"Sorry? This isn't the time, or place."

"Yes it is!" Russell marched forward. "Please, hear me out! Joey didn't mean anything to me and---"

Cole's cold persona shattered as he bolted out of his chair and snapped. "Is that supposed to make me feel better!? He didn't mean anything to you, so you can fuck him if you want!?"

"Cole...."

"Why did you turn me away!? Do you really not like me, am I that disgustin---"

"Because I'm scared that I'm dirty!!!!!"

Whatever Cole expected to hear, that wasn't it.

"You know that party last night? How it dissolves into an orgy? Well...I'm not very proud to admit that I've...taken part in one or two of them. I've spiraled out of control on more than one occasion, and no one at those things uses protection. I...I don't know if I've got a disease or not and I never wanted to pass one onto you. That's why...that's why I wouldn't let you touch me, I don't want you to be sick."

Cole stood stunned, unable to speak as he looked at Russell's tear welling eyes. "And Joey?"

"He's already got about three different STD's. Everyone knows it, so I figured I couldn't really give him anything he didn't already have. And Cole....it's been so long when he offered, I didn't even really think straight. Although, I know that makes me no less of a pig."

Russell wanted to look away, to avoid the burning glare Cole was giving him. Those fearful, odd violet depths, shimmering behind glass barriers. On one hand, Russell wanted to be happy, if Cole was pissed, Cole was jealous. On the other hand, this could push Cole away.

But, in the silence of the reception area, Cole's eyes narrowed, still, and leaving Russell waiting, he couldn't help but wonder what thoughts swirled inside of his head. What was he to expect? Violence? Harsh words? Maybe a resignation.

Cole's soft hands reaching out, ensnaring his wrist in a vice like grip and yanking him out of the office. While unlikely, it was exactly what was happening.

"C-Cole, what're you?!"

"Shut up." Cole bit, dragging Russell helplessly along. "You don't speak unless given permission, understand?" He called the elevator, dragging Russell in, heading down to the lobby with a small girl from accounting sharing the elevator.

"Good morning Mr. Taylor, Mr. Thorne."

"Good morning, Mrs. Cail." Cole repeated. Upon hearing the beginning of the word "good" Cole cast a razor sharp glare to Russell. He wouldn't allow formalities, he wouldn't allow speak, and his glare dared Russell to test him.

So Russell resolved to nod at the girl and give her a winning smile.

"Are you alright, Mr. Taylor?"

"Mmmhhmmm" Mumbling wasn't against the rules was it?

"Why Russell..." Cole no longer cared he was inappropriately addressing his boss by the first name, as he cast a sharp glare to the older man. "I believe she asked a question. Why don't you answer, I have a studded belt that could make it worth your while." Cole glared menacingly.

Russell waved his hands, kept his mouth shut and simply nodded his head again at the girl.

The door finally opened, the girl bolting out to escape the situation she didn't fully understand. Cole resumed his dragging of Russell, almost skating his feet as he left the building.

"Where are we---"

"I swear to god Russell. Try me. One more word. Metal studded belt, I'll bring the damn darkness!"

Russell made a mock zipping motion of his lips, and tried to keep up with Cole as he was pulled to the parking garage, and to the Lamborghini the two spent so much time in.

"Keys." Cole barked, extending his hand to Russell.

"Wh---" Cole's eyes narrowed, and Russell again shut himself up and tossed the keys to Cole. Unlocking the car, pushing Russell into the passengers seat, Cole took the wheel and sped away from the building, and into the main district of town.

Russell, unable to speak, pointed desperately at the speedometer, hoping to inform Cole he was going far too fast. Cole only flashed him a cruel grin, cut a corner with a frightening drift, and kept pace through town, Russell clutching the sides of the seat for dear life. Cole had gone insane!

After fifteen minutes of in-street drifting, the car finally stopped by a small clinic. Cole parked, and coldly declared. "Get out."

"C-Cole...this is..."

"I don't remember saying you could talk. Get out, or I will punish you."

Russell looked to Cole, and looked back to the clinic. His eyes dulled, his fears rising in his chest, and yet, if this would get Cole back, then it was something he would have to do. He dragged himself out of the car, Cole following suit.

As they approached the front doors, Russell stopped, the sight of the clinic causing too many anxieties to rise in his chest. "I-I'm sorry Cole! I can't do this. What if....what if I have AIDS or something? What happens then? My life, I-I know you don't want me to talk but, I can't do this! I'm scar---" As Russell rambled, expecting Cole to tell him to shut up, he felt warmth wrap around his hand.

Russell looked to his hand, seeing both of Cole's soft hands gently encasing his own. Blue met violet, Cole's once scowling depth's were now soft, understanding, and so comforting. "It's okay. I'm going in with you. I'll stay with you, even while you're being tested."

"Cole..." He was about to cry in a public parking lot.

"Now, be quiet." Cole coldly spat. "You used up all your words for the day."

Even though he was back to his cold self, Russell couldn't shake the gentle facade he had just seen of Cole. From anxious to swooning, and suddenly the clinic seemed to insignificant. He followed Cole inside, filled out the paper work and watched the View in the waiting room until the doctor finally called him back to his office. He went back, Cole moving off to a room while he took blood/urine tests, poked and proded with various needles, and just about everything short of dissection until he was guided back to a medical room with a paper sheeted bed and Cole sitting in a chair, reading Interior Design Now.

Russell plopped up on the hard bed, looking to Cole who only passed him a quick glance.

"So...they took all the tests..."

"I know that."

"Cole...can I ask you something?"

"I suppose."

"If....if any of those tests come back positive...do you....do you think you'll still be able to be with me? I mean..." Russell held back whimpers and tears.

"I don't remember saying I was forgiving you to begin with."

Russell was actually crushed by Cole's harsh words, his eyes falling to his feet. "That's only fair, I guess."

Cole rose from his chair, a mischevious smile pulling at his lips as he grasped Russell's shoulder's, tipped his chin, and pulled their lips together.

Russell's eyes widened in shock, and he just closed his eyes when Cole parted.

"But, if I do forgive you. I'm hardly so shallow as to leave you because you're sick. So relax." It was the same, damn confusing softness in his eyes. Russell didn't know how to react.

Just as Russell swooped in for a second kiss, the door opened and the doctor entered, test results in hand. "Ah, Mr. Taylor." He opened the chart. "We ran all of your tests, put a rush order as requested, and it appears....you're clean. Congratulations."

Russell's eyes widened, watched the doctor give a courteous nod, and leave. He couldn't believe it: clean. The best word he had ever heard. He looked to Cole, who was only smiling. "Let's get out of here."

Russell paid his fees, and followed Cole to he parking lot to his car, Cole already opening the front door. But Russell couldn't stand it any longer, tears spilling down his cheeks as he held his eyes to try and hold the tears in.

Cole turned around, preferably to yell at Russell for being slow, but the sight of Russell crying into his own hands changed his opinion. "What are you crying for, dumbass? You're clean. Be happy."

"I...made you cry last night...."

"That was nothing." Cole glanced away.

"And, you brought me out here to help me. And, I made you cry and..." Russell dropped down to his knees, bowing his head to Cole. "Please Cole, please say you'll forgive me. I swear, I'll never make you cry again and I'll---"

"Just get up, Russell." Cole propped the drivers seat up to allow access to the couch like back seat. "Get up, and get in the back seat."

"Back...seat?" Russell was too confused to remember why he was crying now, he raised his head and wiped his tears. Yet, Cole wanted him to do it, so he rose, and climbed into the car, settling into the back seat. Cole followed suit, climbed into the backseat, rather than sitting on the leather, he climbed into Russell's lap, and closed the door behind him.

"Cole---"

"Shut up. You can say my name, and you can moan. That's all you can do, or we go back to the office right now and you can jerk off."

"Cole..." He wasn't being disobedient.

With a powerful grip of the silk tie around Russell's neck, he crushed their lips together, bruising force as their tongues tangled and played between the threshold of their mouths, before retreating back to Cole's for fun and exploration. As their mouths played a hungry devour of each other, Cole's fingers reached out and popped the buttons of Russell's white shirt, Russell already assisting by shrugging off his Armani jacket.

Their lips broke, Cole making quick work of Russell's tie and shirt as they joined his jacket in a pool on the floor board. Cole hung back, drinking in Russell's lean muscle, his kissed bruised lips that were parted and panting and his beautiful blue eyes slightly veiled by blond bangs, lidded in the most sultry way.

"Oooh, if we only had some toys." Cole cooed. He ran hot kisses along Russell's neck, not missing a chance to peck Russell's lips as he glided across the chin to Russell's ear, where a hot blow of air ripped a shiver from his limber body.

"Cole..." Russell moaned so sweetly.

Cole was ashamed to admit how bad he wanted this, had wanted it for a while. He nibbled and licked Russell's ear, not allowing his hands to rest idle as the roamed Russell's sun kissed body up to the cherry buds on his chest as his fingers tweaked and pinched them to diamond nubs, Russell's body beginning to quiver with intense desire, and Cole could feel his erection pressing into his bottom.

"Feel good Russell?" He nodded, remembering the rule Cole had established.

Cole scooted off of Russell's lap, dropping down to his knees as he dragged off Russell's slacks and boxer briefs, allowing them to join the pool on the floor. Russell's large erection was now throbbing hard, pre-ejaculate already gathered at the tip. Cole had never felt more slutty, but he had the terrible urge to just swallow it whole. It was a glorious erection if he had ever seen one. And, there would be little need to motivate him to swallow the cock, but he wanted to tease some more.

"I'll allow you to speak Russell. But, you've got to beg me..." Cole climbed back into Russell's lap, though leaving the throbbing sex between his legs, one hand clutching it and pumping it from the base to the crown as he brushed his lips to Russell's. Russell whimpered. "Beg me to suck your cock. It's going to be a treat after all." More of a treat for Cole, which he was so ashamed to admit.

"Please, Cole." So obedient right away, Cole liked that. "Please..." His eyes were begging more than his mouth could.

"Please what? Please drive you back to the office?"

"N-No..."

"Learn to be specific Russell. I have to know what you want, or I'll just start assuming." Cole gathered some of the pre-ejaculate on his thumb, smearing around the head of Russell's cock to drag a moan from the blond.

"Please, suck my cock! I---I really need it from you Cole."

Russell's cock twitched in his hand, Cole pressing hot, and wonderful kisses to Russell's collar bone. He kissed a hot trail back down Russell's toned body, back down to his knee's, Russell's cock throbbing hard before him. Russell really was big, and Cole wasn't even sure it could fit in his mouth. But he'd be damned if he wasn't going to try.

He kissed the head, the taste of salty pre-ejaculate staining his lips like whore lipstick. His lip's parted, the red head slipping into his mouth. Cole was already working, his tongue dancing on the tip, his lips pulled taut and sucking in around. Russell bucked his hips, let out a soft moan, but Cole held his hips down.

"Cole..." Russell whimpered.

Cole took Russell into his mouth, buried down to a nest of blond curls that tickled his nose. He bobbed his head up and down the length, sucking from the back of his throat causing leud slurping noises to fill the air. His tongue wrapped, licked, and tickled every inch it could reach from it's confinement in Cole's mouth. Russell's sweet moans mingled with the sounds of slurping, his anxious fingers brushing raven locks.

Cole withdrew, temporarily mesmerized by the glistening member, before pushing it to Russell's stomach and running his tongue down the under-vein. Cole took the member back into his mouth, deepthroating the member again and sucking hard.

Russell let out a cry, threw his head back and came hard. Hardest orgasm he'd had yet as Cole's wonderful mouth milked him of every drop he could spend. Cole pulled out, the ejaculate still in his mouth. He held it in, moved back up to Russell's face and swallowed it in one large lump down his throat.

The look on Russell's face was priceless, a soft streak of crimson shooting across his tanned face.

"Y-You held it in your mouth..."

"Mmhmm.." Cole assaulted Russell's neck with hickey-staining bites. He bucked his hips against Russell's re-awakening member, letting out a soft moan as the friction grinded his cock.

"It was hot..." Russell spewed amid his moans.

Russell pushed Cole away, hating to lose the tickling sensation on his neck, but he wanted another kiss. He pressed his lips to Cole's and began unbutton the offending white button up Cole had on. Cole cooed, kissed back, and shrugged off his shirt. Milky skin bared for Russell's hungry mouth, while his large hand cupped Cole's erection through his slacks.

Cole moaned, an eager moan as his hands desperately pulled Russell closer.

Lifting Cole up to sidle off his slacks, his body bare for Russell's lecherous gaze, he swooped in and kissed Cole's lips, plucking off the last instrument of Cole's clothing: his glasses. "Beautiful..."

Cole blushed. "Lube?"

"There's some lube and some condoms in the glove box."

Cole crooned over, having to stretch his body over the front seat to reach the glove box and open it, which gave Russell a rather pleasant view of his bleached portal. Unable to contain his mischief, he reached out and a poked the sensitive nerves of his opening.

"R-Russell!!" Cole cried out as he tried to grab the lubrication.

"This is really cute." Russell squirmed his finger inside, enjoying the uncharacteristic squeal he elicited from Cole as he snapped back around, lubrication fumbling in his hand.

"No condom?"

"Not like you have a disease or anything." Cole popped open the lid of the lubrication and liberally drizzled the oil over Russell's jerking length. Their lips met while the cold, slick liquid cascaded down Russell's length, they parted, both with swollen lips as Cole lifted his hips, and sank himself down on Russell's cock.

On rampant moans, Russell threw his head back as the thick, velvet tightness of Cole's inside clenched around him.

"I-It's good.." He clenched Cole's hips, lifting him off his cock, and sinking him back down, continually the agonizingly slow rhythm, the friction drawing shameful cries from both as Russell thrust deep into Cole's hot depths.

Russell bucked his hips, his slick cock jerking inside of Cole, and gave another hard push upward. "You're so tight, Cole, loosen up a little."

"I'm trying!"

"Try harder!"

"Fuck you, just jerk off, lemme go!"

"No, no, no, no, that ain't how this works!" Russell buried himself in, Cole's back arching as a sweet moan was ripped from him.

Cole couldn't help it, the feel of a cock in his ass, the filling of being full, was always very good to him. With Russell's hand wrapping around his member to pump it while he started to ride Russell, he found himself in his own little version of heaven; no matter how perverse.

"Russell!" Cole moaned out, as he was again impaled on Russell's member, Russell's lean hips now beginning a far more furious thrusting into Cole's hot depth's.

Russell pumped Cole's erection, wanting to flash Cole his winning smile, but with sweat dehydrating his body and breathing becoming unsteady, Russell could do nothing but allow his head to swell with desire.

As he placed a few hot kisses along Cole's jawline, and pumped his erection while the more petite male rode him, he took great pride in the slutty moan that tore from Cole's mouth as he came, thick splatters of white splashing along Russell's belly.

His body burned, clenched, and brought Russell to his own orgasm. Cole's vision went white as his insides were flooded with wet heat.

Unable to hold himself up any longer, Cole relaxed against Russell's chest, not minding his own sticky essence turning cold between their bellies.

"Niiiice..." Russell cooed, and pet Cole's ebony locks.

"Yeah, not bad."

"Cole I...."

"If you say you're sorry again, I'm gonna punch you."

"But, I'm lucky. I thought we were over, and instead I get sweet treats in the parking lot of some health clinic."

"The windows are tinted, so no one can see us. And besides..." Cole kissed Russell's neck. "I never said you were off the hook. I just rewarded you for taking those tests."

"So...what's my punishment?"

"Hmm, well...." Cole bent over to his discarded pile of clothes on the floor, and took his superficial glasses. He crooned back, to get a clear view of Russell's beautiful face, and placed the glasses on his nose. They fit almost perfectly. "Wear those for one week. You can't take them off when I'm not around either."

"How would you know?"

"I'll know." Besides, Russell almost looked like a slutty librarian in them. It worked for him.

"Heheh, deal. Don't guess we can have another go before heading back to the office."

"Get in the front seat..." Cole thumped Russell on the head.

Trevor chuckled and sipped his iced bottle of water. In front of him, his lap top replayed the video of Cole and Russell fucking in their car. The son of a multi-billionaire CEO, fucking around with some guy, more specifically Trevor's guy. The windows were tinted, so Trevor couldn't take pictures from outside, but neither noticed the spy-camera Trevor had oh so cleverly hidden in the radio.

Oh, the fun there was to be had.

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Trevor is, and always will be, creepy. Hehe. Thanks for all your feed back, and I know this update is MUCH quicker than usual, but my next week is going to be CRAZY, so I don't if I can update next week. So, enjoy the shameful smut this chapter brought you.

Cause, you guys, I have to confess. This was actually supposed to be two chapters I compressed into one. I really hope it wasn't too noticeable, but Russell talking with his sister was supposed to be the cut off.