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The air is thick and heavy with wet heat, even late in the afternoon. Sam heads back to his beach house lightly beer buzzed, fully refreshed. His plans are loose. A nap, a shower, a long jerk off session. Perhaps not in that exact order. Then, food. More beer and a pizza. It’s a good life.
The shower, he decides as he walks up the steps of the beach house, is most pressing. He’s grimy from the beach. He can feel the salt and sand and sweat, itchy on his skin. He thinks this at the same moment he notices the music. Because, fuck, someone’s in his house. Playing music, jangly calypso. Someone’s been here, maybe someone’s still here. Either way, the shower is running.
He steps into the bathroom. The place is steamed up. He pulls open the door of the stall.
Ray Duquette, naked, grins back at him, “Howdy Partner.”
Fuck’s sake.
“Jesus, man, I wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow.” Sam passes Ray a towel.
Ray takes it, points to the wound on his shoulder, still fucking grinning. Jesus. “Hey, nice girlfriend you got there.” He wipes the towel over his wet hair.
Sam thinks: gonna kill this fucker. Thinks: can't fucking wait. “Kelly was only meant to be framed.” And he's still sore about that, truth be told. No fucking call for it.
Ray laughs, “Heh, the bitch shot me.”
Yep, gonna kill him. “Well shit you’re a cop. Don’t they teach you to disarm people. Shoot them in the leg or something,” Sam says, turning away from the sight of Ray’s naked body. Ray’s fucking dick hanging out. Jesus Christ. Cocky fuck. Sam walks back into the bedroom. He’s hot and he’s sweaty and he wanted a fucking shower and he does not want Ray fucking Duquette, naked, following him, still naked, out of the bathroom.
“Don’t be like that,” Ray says, “It’s all worked out perfectly. And come tomorrow, you never have to see me again.”
Sam turns. He looks at Ray’s body, scrawny and pale. “Yeah, about that. I called the bank. It’s gonna take two working days to transfer the money.”
Ray looks genuinely pissed. “Bullshit.”
Sam walks over to the fridge. “What’s your hurry? You can stay for a couple of days. Kick back with me for a bit.” Sam pulls out two beers. He hands one to Ray.
Ray steps nearer and takes it. Sam looks at him. “You gonna put some fucking clothes on.”
“You want me to?”
“Er, yeah.”
Ray takes a step closer to Sam. He chinks his beer can against Sam’s. Sam swallows. He looks at Ray and takes a drink. Ray smiles and touches’s Sam’s chest with a finger. “That’s not what you said that night in the bar.”
Ray’s smile is lopsided. It’s attractive. Ray’s funny looking. Shouldn’t be hot. But he is. So hot when he smiles like that. Make’s Sam feel odd things. Sam likes girls. Hot girls. Kelly, Susie, Barbara. That’s Sam Lombardo. Playboy of Blue Bay. And that’s not changing anytime soon. What does Ray think this is? Some kind of jerk off party? No matter that Ray is smiling at him. No matter that Ray is fucking naked in his room. Sam swallows. “I made it clear. The bar? That night? That was a one off.”
“Aw, Sammy. Don’t make it cheap.”
“Cheap,” Sam says thickly. “You earned million dollars.”
“Yeah,” Ray is still grinning like a bitch. “Million fucking dollars and your undying gratitude. So how about you show me some of it.”
“Fuck off, Ray. You can’t blackmail me. You got fired. You’re not a cop. You’re just some loser. You got fucking lucky being part of this.”
“I don’t need to blackmail you. I know you want it. I’m just reminding you of your obligations. That night in the bar, if that wasn’t a promise of more to come I don’t know what is. Cocksucker.”
“That wasn’t a fucking promise of anything. I told you at the time, I’m not into that sort of thing. Normally.”
“Heterosexual man Sam Lombardo.”
“I’m sorry to disappoint.”
“Godamnit Lombardo, why’d’ya need to make me work so hard for it.” Ray says. He’s still standing so close. His body’s mostly dry. His hair is damp. He smells like coconut. Sam’s own fucking shampoo. “See, thing about that is, the thing about all your protests and insistence that you only sucked my dick to get me on board is, you had a great fucking offer. You know you did. A million fucking dollars on the table. And you knew I was fucking crooked. You really think I needed any persuasion to get on board with your little scheme. I’d have done it for half that. But all I had to do was hesitate for a moment. Hesitate and say I needed to think about it and twitch my hips.” Ray licks his teeth. “And you were on your knees before I’d even got my dick out. Don’t think I can’t tell a needy fucking bottom when I see one. I’m fucking looking at one.”
The ceiling fan hums, but it’s hot in the room. Too hot. Sam’s mouth is dry. “I’m not doing it again, Ray. I’m sorry if I blew your mind, but that’s not on offer anymore.
“Blew my mind.” Ray laughs. “Baby, you were terrible. Eager, but terrible. Never had such a sloppy head in my life. And I’ve gotten suck jobs from all kinds of dumb whores. But you, honey, you were the worst. You were a clueless eager bitch on his knees trying to swallow my fucking cock.”
“I won’t be breaking your heart by saying no then.”
“Ah, not quite, see. What you might not be clear on, about me, is that it really fucking turns me on. The way you act so coy and shit. Like you don’t want it. The way you keep up that fucking act right up until the moment you get on your knees and fucking moan for it. It gets me off hard. That defiance. That silly little act like sucking a dick was so fucking beneath you. I liked that. I’ve jerked off to that. Does that excite you Sam? That I’ve fucking lain in my bed and jerked my dick and thought about you on your knees in front of me and you know what it made me wonder.”
Sam takes a breath. “What?”
“What it would be like to fuck you.”
The words hit Sam like a slap to the face. Because he’s never. He would never. He simply… “Never gonna happen Ray.”
“Come on, really. When you’ve already bludgeoned little Susie? Set all this shit up. Worked so hard for your big pay day? You’re gonna throw all that away? Suddenly it’s too much to spread your legs and treat me nice?”
“You just said I didn’t need to suck your dick to you get you in on this, so why the hell would I have to let you fuck me.”
“You have to let me fuck you, because you sucked my dick you silly bitch. You gave me a taste for it. Made me think about you too much. Made me want to fuck you too much to just let you slide off into the swamps with that money.” Ray shakes his head. “Sorry Sam, you made me want it. Now you gotta pay up.”
“You’re bluffing. You killed Kelly. You’ve got as much at stake as I have.” The airy beach house feels tight and small. A trap. The open windows let in a soft delicious sea breeze. But there’s no way out. Not for Sam. Sam, held fast by his own desire as much as Ray’s pathetic threats. He wants this. Fuck know’s why. Ray’s not even good looking. If Ray was a woman, Sam wouldn’t look at her twice. Sam likes women. Hot women.
“Sure, maybe I’m bluffing.” Ray takes a half step forward. He was close before, but now his body is touching Sam’s. Sam can feel Ray’s naked chest against his shirt. He can feel Ray’s hard dick. “But so are you. You're bluffing. And I know you are. Because I know you want it.” Ray slides a hand between their bodies. He strokes Sam’s dick through his shorts. “And I love the way you’re so desperate for me to think you don’t. It’s cute.”
“Fuck off,” growls Sam, stepping back. But he can’t go far. The wall is at his back and Ray is all coconut scented and naked all around him. The heat is like syrup. Thick and heavy. Sweet and rank.
“You don’t want me to do that.”
“Oh. And what do I want? You seem to be such a fucking expert.”
“You want me to kiss you.”
Sam says nothing. He takes a single snatched breath. Almost like a gasp.
“That all you got to say?” says Ray with another lopsided smile. He moves closer, closing the small gap Sam had opened up between them.
“Ray…” Sam starts, voice shaky.
But that’s all. That’s it. Then, Ray is kissing him. Ray’s lips are on his. Hot and tasting like beer and Sam moans.
Ceiling fan hum, hot syrup air. Ray’s lips. Ray’s tongue sliding into his mouth. A gator sliding into the bayou. Christ it feels good. Disgustingly good. Sam doesn’t think he’s ever wanted anything more. He’s hot all over. Pins in his skin. He lets Ray crowd him against the wall. It feels so good, being held to the wall. Being kissed. His whole body is humming. The kiss gets deeper. It's filthy this kiss. It's disgusting. Ray’s hands cradle Sam's face, tip his head back. So disgustingly good.
Sam moans again and Ray pulls away.
Ray whispers. “Take your clothes off.”
Sam’s fingers feel clumsy as he tries to unfasten the buttons of his shirt. He gives up and pulls it over his head. Ray, who has stepped back a little to give him room to strip, looks at Sam shirtless in a possessive, greedy way that makes Sam feel warm inside. “Oh yeah. And the shorts, come on. This is no time to tease. Get naked. I’m way ahead of you.”
Sam complies. He stands naked in front of Ray for a moment, before Ray steps in and kisses him again. Ray hands circle his wrists, lifting them, pinning them to the wall above Sam’s head. Sam whimpers at the feeling of Ray’s naked skin on his own naked skin.
“God,” Ray murmurs, “you’re so good. Such a slut for this.”
“Slut for anything,” Sam says.
“Oh believe me, I know. The whole of Blue Bay knows.”
Ray licks Sam’s cheek, then frees his wrists, instead, touching Sam all over his body. Ray’s hands skate over Sam’s chest, his waist, around his ass, cupping it in both hands and then letting one hand, one finger of one hand find Sam’s hole and rub.
Sam makes a soft grunting noise. It’s an awful kind of pleasure, Ray touching him there.
“Oh I am going to enjoy this,” Ray drawls. “Now, get on the bed.”
As ever, Sam obeys. He climbs up on the bed, lying on his back. Ray follows and crawls over him, caging his body down on the bed in a prison of Ray’s limbs. They kiss again. Long and deep. Sam can smell himself. Heat from the day at the beach. Sour beer and day old sweat and sunscreen.
“So tell me, what do you want me to do?” Ray says.
“Suck me off,” Sam murmurs with a twitch of his hip that makes his erection graze Ray’s thigh.
Ray curls his fist around Sam’s dick. “You sure? You sure that’s what you want?” he says as he strokes, slowly.
Sam groans. It feels so good. Ray’s hand is big and he seems to know exactly how to touch him. Ray jacking him feels as good as when he does it himself.
He groans again and Ray stills his hand. “Fuck,” Sam moans, “Fuck, Ray.”
“Come on, baby,” Ray coos down at him. “I want to hear you say what you really want with that pretty mouth.”
“Fuck me. Ray,” Sam says, quietly. “Put it in me.”
Ray chuckles softly to himself and slides his hand down between Sam’s legs, he rubs over Sam’s hole again. “That’s right. Sam Lombardo. So heterosexual.” Sam spreads his thighs wider, asking for it.
“Christ,” Sam gasps as Ray’s finger slips into him. “Christ. Fuck.”
“You sure you want this?” Ray says, sliding in a second finger.
“Just stop fucking around and fucking fuck me you motherfucker,” Sam says, almost snarling, rolling his head back on the pillows.
Ray laughs and springs up, hard dick in one hand. He gets his body between. Sam’s legs. He takes a second to prepare himself with the lotion on Sam’s nightstand, then slips into position, eyes locked on Sam’s as he presses inside.
Sam gasps at the feel of it. Weird and strange. Thick and heavy. Ray’s dick is inside his body. The rim of his hole stretches, deep and satisfying and good. Good as hell.
Ray grins and moves his hips, fucking in and out, taking Sam deep and fast.
Sam spreads his legs. He feels good. He feels great. He’s rich now. Susie’s plan worked perfectly. And this. This is just a bonus. If tomorrow goes as smoothly as everything else Susie has planned out, Ray won’t even be alive long enough to tell anyone about this. He can just enjoy. Enjoy the sweet pleasure of being used like this. Ray was right, what’s this after everything he’s done to get here? Just another sweet, decadent indulgence.
Sam is panting with pleasure as Ray fucks him in long, firm, deep strokes. Sam is sweating, both of them are, their bodies sliding over each other, slick. The bed rattles, jolting against the wall. It’s all so good, filthy and nasty and Sam lets himself think nothing for a moment, no planning, no calculating, just this pleasure. Just the way Ray’s dick feels moving inside him. He coasts on the pleasure, making an endless stream of long, low, animal sounds.
Ray touches Sam's cheek. “Fuck, Sam, you were shitty at giving head but you are built for this aren’t you? Built to be fucking fucked?”
“Mmm,” Sam moans back, “Mmm, yeah.”
Ray laughs. “Made to be fucked, made to be mine,” he says, kissing at Sam’s neck.
Sam reaches for his own dick to jerk himself off, his hand feels so sweet. Ray stops thrusting and takes Sam’s wrist, “No, no,” he says, “Don’t be impatient.” He kisses Sam on the chin.
Sam whines, “Ray.”
“Oh yeah,” Ray moans, fucking into Sam again deep. “Sam Lombardo, playboy of Blue Bay, whining for me. You want it harder?”
Sam throws his head back and spreads thighs around Ray’s body. “Please. God, Please.”
“Gonna fuck you harder. Make you fucking come for me, right on my dick.”
Ray fucks into Sam so deep and hard it feels like his body is coming apart. Sam whimpers. He feels so spread and open, so good.
“Ah, yeah,” Ray growls. “Hell yeah. I love you like this, you goddamn bitch, goddamn homo, fucking cocksucker. It suits you, Lombardo, you fuck.” Ray’s words are broken up by the effort of fucking. “I fucking killed Kelly and I could kill you too. Kill you and take it all for myself. You ever think of that?”
Sam growls. He locks his legs and around Ray’s body. Ray is scrawnier than him. He could beat Ray in a fight if Ray turned on him. He could… He can.
With a grunt of effort, Sam flips their bodies, turns them both over. Ray flails, surprised, but it happens. Ray is on his back, Sam is on top of him, riding his dick.
Ray lets out a surprised, “Sam?”
Sam laughs, “Like you better like this. On your back.” He moves on Ray’s dick, setting his own deep rhythm. He can get Ray so deep this way. “You close?”
“You fucker,” Ray growls back.
Sam laughs, riding Ray for a few more deep thrusts until he feels Ray spend inside him.
Sam laughs and grabs his dick. He jerks himself fast, spending in a quick messy arc all over Ray’s chest and face.
Ray shivers under him and suck’s his lip, tasting Sam’s semen. “You fucker,” he says again, soft and breathy.
Sam taps Ray on the cheek. “Thanks for that. I’m so glad you’re here. We’ve got two days and we’re gonna have so much goddamn fun. Let’s order some food. I’m starving. I really need a shower.” He looks at Ray, ”You too, you’re filthy.” He slides off Ray and sprawls out on the bed.
“Maybe go again after we’ve eaten,” Ray says, rolling onto his side and running a hand along Sam’s body.
“Maybe. But we’re gonna take the boat out tomorrow. You might want to pace yourself.”
Ray grins, “Yeah, fair enough, we’ve got a few days.”