Underneath His Armor, Page 2

  There was a moment of static then a deep voice greeted me. “Outlaw.” It was Justice. He ran the Underground MC. He was as dark as space and just as tough. “We need to talk.”

  “I’m all ears.”

  “Not on here. Meet me.” It kind of sounded like an order, but I let it go.

  “North construction? Say...tomorrow at sundown.” The city was in a constant state of expanding so the edges always had some kind of work being done. Building, bulldozing, planting. It was a great cover.

  “Done.” The blinking stopped.

  “Nice talking to you too.” As soon as I placed the palm-size device down, we started. The meeting was our quickest one yet. Mission was a success. I made sure everyone had their stories straight then we retired into our club bar. Now this baby was a real old-fashioned one. It had secret compartments for illegal alcohol. Prospect was operating the bar. He lined up eight shot glasses, genuine glass not that plastic shit, and filled them to the brim. I didn’t bother to sip mine. I swallowed three healthy gulps of vodka and sighed. It burned all the way down and made the stress in my body ease. It would keep me sane until I could rub my dick. I could get the prospect to do it, but it wouldn’t be his mouth I was imagining.

  Speaking of the sexy devil, Lover sat next to me. “Looks like we are in the clear. Whip’s been listening in on their line. Peacekeepers are chasing their own damn asses.”

  I grinned. “It put their new plan to hell, that’s for sure.” Now, we just had to wait for their next asinine move. I took another sip of my drink, closing my eyes as it eased down my throat. Someone had turned on music. Something with drums and a low pounding that resembled the thick throb of my dick. When I opened my eyes, Lover was staring at me. “What?”

  “You seem more tense than usual. Problem?”

  Yeah, your proximity. “Got a hard-on is all.” I regretted it the moment I said it. “And a headache.”

  But, I was too late. Lover’s gaze went to my crotch and he swallowed stiffly then looked away. What was that look for? He knew we’d never be able to act on these feelings between us. We tried a kiss once, the first day we opened the bar, and it had nearly knocked us both over. It was too intense and distracting. My mind of course went right for the memory. It was how Lover got his name. We’ve started the club, opened up our garage, and have a few new friends that share our opinions on the government, but they haven’t proved themselves yet. We have to be careful. I am working on a hover bike, model four ninety-five I think it was. My memory’s a little fuzzy on that part. I hear noises, groans, and since we don’t believe in using women we are all doing the “hand is my best friend” kind of thing. I drop my tools and follow the sounds. I’d gotten a few hard-ons for Liam before but not all the time. I thought it might be a phase. Then I hear the noises coming from his room. I touch the handle—cold, hard—and then open the door. It takes me a moment to realize what’s going on. Some strange guy is on the bed. He is kneeling on Liam’s bed above him. My mouth falls open. Liam has his ass in the air. It is smooth, tight, and being rammed hard. I didn’t think I so much as took a breath until he finished. The stranger pulls out, turns, and freezes.

  “Get the fuck out,” I yell.

  The stranger nods and runs out. He isn’t a big man, but it isn’t his naked body I’m watching.

  “Fucking hell, Outlaw.” Liam uses the name I’d given myself. It fit our growing club.

  “Are you crazy? What if we were raided? What if he’s working for the government? You know damn fucking well they kill gays with the smallest amount of proof.” I can’t deal with that thought. Liam gone. It makes my throat dry and my palms sweaty.

  “I know that.” He sits up and pulls the sheet over him, but I can see the way it tents. Liam was still firm.

  “I can’t lose you.” I sit next to him. The musky scent of sweat and semen fills the air around us. “Why would you let some guy...stick his...dick inside you?” It perplexes me.

  “Because...I’m gay, Knox. I like dick.” He looks at me funny. “You gonna tell?”

  “Course not, shithead.” I shake my head. “Don’t bring strangers in though. Pick one of the prospects.” We have two that want to join our “hover bike club.”

  “It feels really good.”

  His words and his stiffy under the sheet makes me curious. Confused. Hard. “Seriously? Letting some guy stick his junk in your hole feels good?”

  Liam smiles. “Hell, yeah. He knows what I like, how it feels to be touched a certain way, licked, sucked.”

  I’d never talked like this with Liam and it is making my dick grow thicker. “Isn’t it weird...you know kissing him and stuff. He ain’t got no tits.” I like boobs. They are mysterious and beautiful, but it’s not like there is a willing woman about. All the women on Mars are considered property and I refuse to treat them like that.

  “You don’t need boobs, dumbass. Men got cock and balls like you. I like my tip sucked so I know to do that to someone I’m...loving on.”

  “Liam, lover of men.” I shake my head. “It’s a strange world we live in.”

  He chuckled. “You ever try it?”

  “Nah. I told you, I like tits. Tiny nipples, big nipples, enough flesh to fill my hands.” Even as I say it, I am wondering about dick though. Maybe I can try to finger my ass tonight. Just to see how it feels.

  “You wanna...you know try?” Liam shrugs. “It’s a lot better than using your hand all the damn time. My fucking wrist was sore.”

  I snort. I know that feeling. “What do you mean? You and me...fucking?” The moment the words come out, I know I want to try it with him. I have for years, but this one time is my only chance.

  “Maybe not fucking.” Liam pauses. “Maybe a kiss. Something slow to start. You may not like it and it’s good to know before a dick is getting push up your out hole.”

  It is my turn to chuckle. The sound is shaky. I realize then I’m nervous. “I don’t know.” Liam is still naked. I’m hard and this is my only chance to see if I can live without the thought of tits. “All right.”

  Liam smiles. “Yeah?”

  “Why the fuck not? It’s not like it’ll be that weird. We’re too close to let a gay kiss mess us up.” Which is true. We heal each other’s wounds. We fight side by side. My parents were killed by the government for hiding runaway slaves and they’d been executed. Liam was at my side for weeks keeping me sane. I nod. “How do we do this?”

  He leans forward. “Just relax.”

  I flex my shoulders, hunching slightly.

  “You want me to put on pants first?”

  I shake my head. “Like you said, I see dick every day in the shower. Hey, do you ever...you know compare? Is he bigger, are you bigger?”

  Liam chuckles. “Yeah, sometimes. Mostly I like guys my size. I mean too big and it ain’t gonna fit. Too small and it ain’t gonna feel good.”

  Makes sense. I wait patiently as Liam shifts closer so his face is before me. His breath rushes across my face. It’s weird. There is this sexual tension between us that I’m not used to. “Do I keep my mouth open? Tongue and stuff like with a woman?”

  Liam nods. “Exactly. But this’ll be better. It’s with me.” He smiles. “Ready, Knox?” Then he closes the gap.

  For the first few seconds we just sit there. Our lips press together. Neither of us dares move. Then Liam swipes his tongue across the seam of my mouth. I open. It’s awkward as his tongue slides between my lips and touches mine. I squeeze my hands into fists. I’m sharing saliva with my best friend. And I kind of like it. I lean more into the kiss. Our mouths start working and our tongues make contact. A simple tap and retreat. Liam places his hand on my thigh and I place mine on his shoulders. That’s when the kiss changes. I feel it, the moment he loses his inhibitions. Our kiss becomes real. We touch more. Our tongues glide along each other. My teeth bang his and we both chuckle. I know we are in trouble the moment I should have pulled away. I didn’t. He didn’t. I lean into him and we fall to the bed. Ther
e is no stopping us. We are sucking each other’s tongues and nipping flesh. I feel Liam’s hands move to my back. I slant over him and feel his hard cock drive against my side.

  Liam groans.

  It breaks the spell. I pull back fast and stand. Staring down at his bare chest, I’m shocked by what we did.

  “You okay?” He sits up, lips red, hair mussed.

  “Fine.”

  “I liked that.” Liam grins.

  “Me too. A lot.” I pace to the door. “We can’t do that again.”

  Liam frowns. “Why the fuck not?”

  “Because I wouldn’t be able to stop. We can’t think with our dicks, Liam. We have to take the government down.” I leave. But not before word gets out about Liam and his love of men. The others start calling him Lover. It sticks.

  I still thought about that first kiss, about what could have been. Maybe if we ever brought down Wexmen, I’d let myself think about the future. Right now, if anyone outside the club thought we might be gay it would be a death sentence. I took another two mouthfuls of my drink.

  “Yeah, fuck his mouth!”

  Oh, shit. I turned around. Why was it always Romeo? The man couldn’t refuse any hole, man or woman. He was currently standing on the couch with his nice-looking dick out, smacking it at Prospect’s face. I laughed as the twink tried to catch it, but Romeo was a teasing bitch. Watching this was not good for my erection. I filled my jeans like they were shrinking, straining at the seams as Prospect finally caught Romeo’s shaft. The bastard even started throat fucking the smaller blond amid cheers and whistles.

  Prospect seemed eager so I didn’t put a stop to their fun. Of course, my gaze drifted to Lover, who was now rubbing the crotch of his pants. Yeah, my gaze went there. Yeah, I was impressed. I could see the outline of his dick and it made my fucking mouth water.

  There was a loud groan.

  I glanced at the table that we played pool on with holographic balls. Prospect was standing atop it pulling his shirt over his head. One thing about the prospect that we all learned early, he was a cum whore. I stayed in my seat as Romeo walked behind the bar and tapped the music louder. His cock was hanging out of his blue jeans and he had a grin on his handsome face. I watched as Prospect started to shake his ass amid a few cheers. He was one hell of an entertainer. Romeo walked past me and stood near the table. Most of us were watching the prospect as he made a show of bending down and swaying his hips. He unbuttoned his jeans then slid to his knees before Romeo. What a fucking pair. They both teased each other by barely touching lips. It wasn’t a love thing—it was all sexual. That’s how we were. When the government came out with the law that women were branded property and only used for breeding, we all decided to expand our horizons. Some enjoyed it better than others. Me? Well, I liked to watch. Not in a creepy way though. I just preferred not to get up close and personal with my friend's junk. That and I seemed to only have eyes for Lover. Which was a completely new set of issues.

  Prospect was on his knees, pumping his hips up and down. Romeo shoved his shirt over his head pinching his flat nipples. His chest looked smooth from here. The music beat wildly and the prospect matched his hip thrusts to it. I swear if that boy didn’t join the club he’d be a fucking stripper in the Underground MC.

  I took a moment to glance around the room. Most of us were in some state of undress. My gaze stopped on Lover. He was still sitting next to me, watching the show, but his hand was rubbing along his crotch, almost absent-mindedly. I slid my palm along the rim of my jeans and matched his stroking over my own covered dick. It was slow, almost teasing. Up and then a squeeze down. Over and over like an old motorcycle wheel. I licked my suddenly dry lips.

  I heard a soft growl and turned to see Chaos stand up. He wasn’t a tall man, maybe five-ten. He didn’t have bulky muscles like I did, but that fucker could throw a punch that would literally knock a man off his feet. If there was a fight, first you wanted Chaos on your side and second, he could always be found in the middle of it. I found him long ago about to jump off a fucking building. He stood, grabbing Beau and planting his lips like a branding. Their tongues were sliding in and out as they started to fumble down the hall. I knew their groans would be keeping me up. Damn.

  I was rubbing my dick a little harder now, more pressure as it grew to full hardness.

  And you’re damn right I was watching intently. Hell, we all were. Romeo was shirtless and Prospect started pulling on his zipper. It slid down slowly, making us all hold our breaths. Then Prospect slid his pants down his legs and his bare ass was in full view. He was kind of pale with nice balls hanging. I couldn’t see his dick because his arm blocked the view. The music still strummed as Prospect lowered to his knees. He moved to all fours. I could see his cock now, hanging between his legs. There were too many shadows to tell if he was uncut or not but I knew from previous shows he was cut. I also knew he shaved his junk and back hole.

  Prospect moved to his forearms, ass higher, and then started taking long licks of the air like there was some invisible dick in front of him. My body tensed and I glanced at Lover. His gaze locked with mine so quickly that I gasped. A groan echoed and I looked away. Yeah, I was supposed to be keeping my eyes off Lover, not showing him how much I wanted to see his cock. I shoved my hand down my pants and started stroking my dick through the thin material of my boxers. When I looked back at the show, Deviant was next to Prospect shirtless. Big fucking balls! That guy was like a blond Hercules from those old stories. He was all muscle and tan skin and I’d seen his monster cock before. Yeah, I was a bit jealous.

  My gaze went back to Prospect and Deviant. There was no way, short of a meteor strike, that I was taking my sight off Deviant. His reddish blond hair was loose to his shoulders. His muscles bulged as he grabbed Prospect, who was still on all fours. Deviant tugged the younger man’s legs out and dragged him to the edge of the table. I had a back view. Deviant pulled his pants open. He slid to his knees and I got a fantastic view of his tight ass. That was the result of constantly working out—it was all muscle. When he flexed, my dick released a few dribbles of liquid.

  There was a harsh groan and a soft cry in tandem.

  I watched as Deviant began to thrust into Prospect. Damn, I couldn’t see anything. I hopped off my chair and shifted to the large, plush chair that only held one. Ah, there we go. Deviant had his large hand spreading Prospect’s ass and his condom-covered cock was halfway between the smaller man’s cheeks. I slid my hand out of pants and then back down so I could get skin on skin contact. There was an involuntary gasp. But it wasn’t me. Romeo was stroking his cock with Deviant’s thrusts. Damn, this was turning into another orgy. Romeo moved to Deviant’s back, kissing the taller man’s shoulder.

  Deviant kept thrusting, focusing on his speed as he forced his dick further up Prospect’s hole. Then Romeo reached between Deviant’s legs and tickled his balls. The big blond brute groaned. He gave a hard thrust that made Prospect cry out. Then Deviant stilled. His ass muscles flexed a few times and he pulled out. Prospect rolled onto his back, smiling wide. Fucking lucky bastard. Deviant wiped his dick with his hand then rubbed it on Prospect’s bare hip. He hiked up his pants and moved to the bar for a drink.

  The only one that wasn’t here was Whip because that fucker liked the kinky shit that made most of us wince and grab our balls.

  Lover had his hand in his pants too. I was fucking jealous and watched his motions. I tried to follow them, but I was close to coming. My dick was pulsing, throbbing against my palm. The tip was smeared with wetness and I rubbed my thumb in quick circles.

  Grim was in the corner of the room in a chair like mine. He was the only one not touching himself. He watched the show, but he never played with his cock. Don’t know why. He just crossed his arms over his chest and frowned but never left the room or walked away. We were a crazy group of lawbreakers, that’s for sure.

  Romeo pulled his pants off. I could see the word outlaw on his right ass cheek in script. Really feminine
font with swirls and twirls. It made me roll my eyes every time I saw it. He was naked now, jumping on the table and lying on his back. With his hand behind his head, he looked fucking hot. I watched as Prospect went down on Romeo’s dick. The slurping sound could be heard over the music.

  Romeo sat back and let Prospect do as he wanted. The fucker wasn’t greedy like that. He was a damn tease to everyone. His expression changed. His eyes closed and lifted his upper lip to show some teeth. Romeo was grinding his hips upward, probably going to go for a throat bump. Then he let out a long, almost soft, groan and his face relaxed. He opened his eyes and the grin returned.

  I watched as Prospect went back to kneeling naked on the table, swinging his hips to a new musical beat as his erection bobbed around. Mayhem stood up from the couch. I would actually pay not to be fucked by that brute. Mayhem was rough but not kinky like Whip. Still, rough up the ass wasn’t my thing. I watched as Mayhem walked up behind the table and gave Prospect a slap on his ass. Romeo turned on his side to watch. The prospect smiled, loving the attention. Mayhem shoved him to all fours, pushed him to the table, and then rolled him over. His muscles flexed as he spun Prospect around so that his head hung off the table. Mayhem was like me in terms of muscle, bulked up and ready to do damage. His black hair was long with a few days of stubble on his face. He looked like an angry, dangerous psycho and some days he could be. He could also blow up anything with such precision it was fucking scary.

  Mayhem grabbed Prospect’s head and pulled his dick from the opening of his jeans. I hadn’t even seen him open the zipper. Mayhem grabbed his own cock and placed the foreskin cover head over Prospect’s mouth. His lips were pressed into a line. Mayhem used both hands to hold the prospect’s head still as he pushed his uncut tip between those soft lips. He went deep on the first thrust. It made me stroke my cock faster. Mayhem moved in and out with such force that Prospect gagged a few times. Then the dominant Mayhem pulled his cock out and started slapping it against Prospect’s face.