Rough Boys Ch. 06

This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All rights reserved.

All characters engaged in sexual acts in this story are at least eighteen years of age.

Many thanks to my editor, Lin, and also thank you to a couple of readers who helped with the English and Irish dialogs and culture.

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The blond trembled beneath him, his muscles taut, his fists clenched tightly into the sheets. Nigel trailed his fingers slowly down the beautiful spine, eliciting a low moan from the youth. He adored the smooth tan skin and the way his boy's perfectly sculpted shoulders tapered to a narrow waist. There was not an ounce of flab anywhere on his body. He was ripped. He was perfect.

Nigel's hand drifted further, finding and kneading a pale, firm ass-cheek. His cock, achingly hard, started to drip onto Dani's bare butt. The youth moaned again and a shudder wracked his gorgeous body.

The Englishman leaned forward, his bare chest rubbing against Dani's warm back. "You are dazzling, love. So ... incredibly ... sexy...." His voice was growly as he whispered into the beautiful shell of an ear. He began to suck on the lobe.

Dani humped back, his butt rubbing against Nigel's straining cock, drawing a sharp breath from him.

"Nigel...." Dani gasped. His voice was full of need. "Nigel, please...!"

Nigel chuckled low in his throat. "Mmmm? You want something?" He pulled the youth tighter against himself, savoring the full body contact of their bare skin. His cock ached to plunge into the tight, hot depths of Dani's channel, so tantalizingly close. He slid a hand around to the youth's almost hairless chest to pinch a pert nipple.

He was rewarded with a pitiful whine and another thrust of the youth's butt into his hardness.

Quite an impressive pool of precum had accumulated at the top of the blond's ass crack. Nigel dragged the head of his cock through it and slid his now slick member between Dani's butt cheeks.

"Nigel!" This time the cry was high-pitched and desperate.

"What do you want? Tell me, love."

Another whimper came from the youth, and he finally gasped out, "You! I want you!" He rubbed frantically back against Nigel, causing the Brit's cock to slide up and down the warm wonderful place between his impossibly toned butt cheeks.

"Oh fuck!" Nigel cried out. He gasped for air, suddenly overwhelmed with sensation. This boy is going to tip me over the edge! The delicious friction sent ripples of mind-blowing ecstasy quivering down his limbs. Losing all pretense of control, Nigel began to hump with short quick strokes. He drew away from sucking Dani's neck to watch his rosy tip emerge from the top of Dani's ass-crack, spewing precum, then quickly disappear again into the heat between his cheeks.

The boy was making all sorts of delicious sounds and matching his rhythm.

Nigel's hand that had been playing with Dani's nipple slid down and grabbed an iron-hard cock. A slick of precum dribbled over his fingers. The boy had been dripping copiously onto the sheets. Nigel began to stroke his lover's cock with a firm but gentle hand.

The effect was immediate. Dani wailed a shrill, animal sound, bucked hard into him, and spurted long streams of white cum onto the sheets.

Nigel was close himself, and when Dani's butt clenched around his cock, he succumbed. He thrust madly between the well-muscled cheeks and, with his own sharp cry, he ejaculated all over the sheets.

Sheets? Fuck! Dani was gone and he was alone in his bed humping into cum-dampened sheets as the remnants of his orgasm dribbled out of his cock.

He groaned. Bloody hell! I haven't had a wet dream in years!

He lay still for a few minutes, reliving the dream in his mind. I wonder if it will be like that the first time we make love—both of us so excited that we cum before we even get close to penetration.

What the hell am I thinking? I don't even have his phone number. He groaned and climbed out of bed.

I need to find him! I won't survive much longer like this. I'm going out of my mother-fucking mind!

It had been three days since his debacle with Dani. Three days of feeling guilty. Three days of walking around with a hard-on. Three days of trying unsuccessfully to get the smell, taste, sight, and sound of the sexy blond out of his mind. He had never been so infatuated.

I need him!

With a groan, he finally pulled himself out of bed. After relieving himself and sponging the sticky cum off his cock and stomach, he pulled on a pair of workout pants and headed for the kitchen to make tea.

As he passed through the living room, a shocking sight met his eyes. Sean was lying on the couch, naked, his hand working a huge boner with rapid expertise. His eyes were squeezed shut, his face was screwed into a grimace, and his breath came in quick pants.

Nigel paused, considering chiding his horny roommate, but Sean looked close to cumming and seemed oblivious to Nigel's presence. He would probably be disgruntled, to say the least, if he were interrupted now.

Nigel silently continued his passage to the kitchen, hearing Sean grunt out, "Oh, suck Kae! Yeah!" just as he was heading through the door.

He smiled. He is almost as obsessed with Kaeden as I am with Dani.

After he put on the kettle he returned to the living room to find Sean lying boneless on the couch, eyes closed, his genitals covered with a hand towel.

"Don't you think you should do that shit in your own bedroom and not get spunk all over our couch?"

Sean opened his eyes but otherwise didn't move a muscle. "Hey, I used a towel."

"Well, you put on quite a show too."

Sean smirked. "I'm sure you enjoyed it. Perhaps I should charge?

"My room is just too damn hot when the sun starts coming in the window," he continued. "I should buy curtains, but I couldn't be bothered to go shopping for 'em." Sean's bedroom overlooked their fenced backyard, so he hadn't felt the need to purchase curtains for privacy. But now that the days were getting longer and sunnier, the sun woke him up much too early and the heat gathered in his room like an oppressive lover.

"You've got Tommy's phone number don't you?"

"Yes, but I don't want to talk to him. He's bound to have plenty to say to us about molesting Dani."

"I'll talk to him. I have to see Dani again. I'm going out of my mind!"

"Like he'll give you Dani's phone number!"

"You underestimate my powers of persuasion."

Sean laughed and sat up. Grabbing his sweats from the end of the couch, he disappeared into his bathroom.

A few minutes later, fortified with a few sips of strong tea, he punched his password into his phone, clicked Tommy's contact number, and handed the phone to Nigel.

Nigel put the phone to his ear, wondering what he should say.

"You've got some nerve calling me, Sean Falvey!" Tommy's voice was loud and shrill. Nigel pulled the phone quickly away from his ear. Sean smirked at him. Tommy was clearly audible from several feet away. "What the devil were you thinking? Hurting that poor boy like that? And Nigel! If I ever get my hands on him he's going to have such black and blue balls he won't be able to fuck for a month!"

Nigel winced, appalled at the image Tommy's words created.

"Yikes!" Sean mouthed at him.

"I don't know what possessed you to call here, but no one here wants anything to do with you—ever again!"

"Tommy!" Nigel quickly put the phone to his mouth. He was afraid Tommy would hang up and not answer again. "Tommy, it's Nigel."

As soon as he said it, he pulled the phone away from his ear. He knew that would set Tommy off.

"Nigel Vaughn! You're an uncouth, ill-mannered, psychotic, imbecile!"

"I know, I'm an idiot! I really, really like Dani and I totally screwed up. I know he probably doesn't want to see me again."

"Probably?" Tommy's voice went up several octaves. "Probably? Try never! Not in a million years!"

"But Tommy!"

"Never! Did you hear what I said? That means it's not happening. Not if you live to be a million years old!"

"Tommy, I'd like to apologize, and if I can't do that in person, maybe I could send him something?"

"I'm damn sure not giving you his address! You just stay away from him!"

"I don't need his address. Maybe I could drop it off with you and you could see that he gets it? I really do feel bad. I want to let him know how sorry I am."

Tommy was silent for a few seconds and Nigel wondered if he was still there.

"I don't think you can buy your way back into his good graces," Tommy finally said. "What did you get him?"

"Nothing yet, but I'd like to get him something nice. Do you have any suggestions?"

"Jewelry's always nice. Expensive jewelry."

"Jewelry? Does he wear jewelry?" Other than a single stud in his ear, Nigel didn't remember seeing any jewelry on Dani.

"Well, you better get him something nice—and don't expect that he'll want to see you. Don't be gettin' your hopes up."

"So, can I bring it by this afternoon?"

"I'm going to be out. You can leave it with Kaeden."

"Kaeden? Do you think he'll talk to us?"

Tommy laughed. "Oh, I'm sure he has a few things to say to you."

Nigel grimaced. Sean was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Okay. Can you let him know we'll come by this afternoon?"

"Oh, no! I'm not telling anyone I talked to you. You're off-limits. Don't you mention you talked to me, you hear? I'll deny it!"

"Okay." That's a bit disconcerting. I guess we really are on their shit-list. "What's your address?"

The pause was so long, Nigel worried that Tommy had changed his mind. Finally the black femme rattled off an address. Nigel scrambled for paper and pen and repeated it back to him as he was writing.

As he hung up, Sean let out a whoop and started dancing around the kitchen. "I'm going to see Kaeden! I'm going to see Kaeden!"

Nigel laughed and shook his head. "Get it together, you big goofball!" I would be the same way if I thought I was about to see Dani.

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It was the first really hot day of the summer. Sweat beaded on Sean's brow; his back and chest felt sticky.

"Damn, I wish you had air-conditioning!" They were riding in Nigel's van.

"We could have taken your car," Nigel responded.

"I don't want Kaeden to know what a beater I drive."

"So you'll ride in my beater instead?"

"You got it." Sean grinned. "Do you think he'll actually be at home?"

"I hope so." Nigel looked at Sean out of the corner of his eye. The Irishman's face was uncharacteristically tense. He drummed his fingers on the armrest.

"You nervous?"

"Why? Should I be?" Sean shrugged his shoulders.

Nigel knew him well enough to know he was working to look relaxed.

Kaeden had occupied a large slice of Sean's thoughts since he'd met him. He was petrified that his little bird was still furious with them. But he couldn't help the excitement that animated him at the thought of seeing lovely femme.

"Here's Primrose. What's the house number? Wow! Cool neighborhood!"

"We're looking for 4715. Some of these houses are fucking amazing!"

A few minutes later Nigel pulled up in front of a huge, well-kept Victorian.

Sean tried to settle the butterflies in his stomach as they climbed the stairs to the front porch. Why am I so nervous? This is ridiculous! I haven't had it this bad since I was in middle school! I should have had a couple of whiskeys before we got here. Usually Sean tried to refrain from partying too hard before the sun went down. Sometimes he even managed it.

Nigel was just about to knock on the door when it swung open. A big, burly man stood there scowling at them. He looked Nigel up and down and then focused his attention on Sean. They were almost the same size; the man was perhaps a bit beefier all around, but Sean's muscles were tighter. They glared at each other.

"Is Kaeden here?" Nigel asked. "We'd like to see him please."

"Kaeden, huh?" the man growled. He had an eastern European accent.

Nigel smiled politely. Sean looked down, trying not to posture too hard.

"Who can I tell him is here?" The man's demeanor was decidedly unfriendly. Nigel pegged him as Russian.

"Tell him Nigel and Sean," Nigel replied, hoping that word of their nefarious deed had not reached this intimidating man.

The Russian grunted and closed the door on them.

"Do you think he's going to get Kaeden, or do you think we're done here?" Nigel asked. He was holding Dani's gift bag and hoped that he wouldn't have to leave it on the porch with a note.

"Hard to say. He's certainly an unfriendly sort, isn't he?"

Nigel nodded. They both shuffled uncomfortably around the front porch for several minutes. There was a long bench-swing at one end of the porch. Neither of them made a move to sit on it.

Nigel was just about to ring the doorbell when the door opened again. He stepped back in surprise.

Kaeden came out onto the porch followed closely by the Russian. Nigel heard Sean gasp behind him.

"Oh ... my ... God!" Sean murmured. "He's got no hair! Not even on his legs!"

Kaeden was wearing very short shorts and a tiny turquoise crop top that showed a vast expanse of his smooth, golden torso.

A low rumble came out of Sean. "I want to touch," he whispered in awe.

"No!" Nigel spoke sharply to him. He was afraid that Kaeden's state of undress would prove to be an overwhelming temptation for his impulsive Irish friend. He turned quickly towards Sean, hoping to prevent any impending groping of his would-be ally in his quest to woo Dani.

He found that Sean had been stopped in his tracks by a hard look from the big Russian. They glared at each other eye-to-eye.

Meanwhile, Kaeden made his way to the porch swing. He sat down and crossed his bare feet in front of him at the ankles.

Nigel followed him with Sean closely behind. The Russian stayed near the front door, his arms crossed and a scowl fixed on his face.

"You're wasting your time here," Kaeden began. "Dani doesn't want anything to do with you, and even if I weren't in an exclusive, I am of the same mind." He looked pointedly at Sean.

Kaeden noted that the big Irishman seemed sober today. He was wearing knee-length cargo shorts and leather sandals. His attention was drawn to the Irishman's well-muscled calves; they were covered with a forest of curly red hair. Kaeden stifled the moan of appreciation that bubbled up in the back of his throat.

It was with some satisfaction that he noticed a rather dark bruise on Sean's left shin.

His gaze traveled up, noting the apparent bulge in his loose shorts before taking in the well-muscled torso revealed by his tank top. When he met Sean's gaze he drew in a sharp breath. The heat he saw in the Irishman's eyes was scorching.

With some effort he turned his attention back to Nigel who had already made several statements that he'd missed during his appraisal of the big Irishman.

"So, I know I fucked up!" Nigel was saying. "I know that nothing I can do now will fix that, but..." He paused and took a deep breath, his eyes imploring Kaeden for understanding, "...I got something for him."

Kaeden was ready with a retort that Dani would not be swayed by gifts, but Nigel kept going, not letting him get a word in.

"I know nothing I give him can undo the pain I've already caused."

Nigel's voice hitched on this statement, a sound that was not lost on the femme.

He certainly seems sincere, Kaeden observed.

"I just want to let him know I'm really, really sorry. I didn't realize...." Nigel trailed off, lost for words to explain his serious lack of judgment.

"You didn't realize what?" Kaeden prodded, not willing to let Nigel off easy. "That he might not want to be molested in front of a crowd of people? That maybe he had never had anyone do that to him before at all?"

"I ... no," Nigel whispered in shame.

"Did you even talk to him? Did you ask him any questions about himself at all?"

Nigel was silent this time and his expression said it all.

"I thought not," Kaeden's tone was condescending. "You both are so full of yourselves, without a thought for anyone else, aren't you? Dani deserves someone better than you. He's a really sweet, sensitive guy. He needs someone who actually cares about him, for himself, not just as the conquest du jour."

Nigel sank down on the other end of the bench swing and put his head between his hands. "I'm not purposely mean," he said softly. He sounded devastated.

Kaeden actually felt sorry for him.

"We're both very sorry," Sean said. This is not going well.

Kaeden looked up at the big Irishman. "And I don't appreciate being manhandled."

"I figured that out," Sean said ruefully, glancing down at his bruised shin.

Kaeden jumped to his feet. "If you have something for Dani, I'll give it to him, but don't expect him to come running." It was clear their audience was over.

Nigel stood up. "Can I give you my phone number? I know he won't want to call me, but ... just ... just in case?"

Kaeden was a bit overwhelmed with Nigel's seeming sincerity. It was unexpected, but he didn't trust him not to hurt Dani.

"I'm not sure what the point is, but I'll take it." Kaeden pulled out his phone, punched a few buttons and looked at Nigel expectantly.

"Here...," Nigel reached for Kaeden's phone. "I'll enter my info for you."

Kaeden pulled his phone out of Nigel's reach. "No way! You'll look up Dani's number."

"I promise I won't." Nigel held out his hand expectantly and gave Kaeden his most winning smile.

"You promise? You won't look anything up and you'll give my phone right back?"

"Yes."

Well, this is one way to find out how trustworthy he is, Kaeden thought. He handed Nigel his phone.

The Brit punched in his data but then hit the call button just before he handed the phone back to Kaeden.

"What the hell'd you do?" Kaeden cried. He was sure the Englishman had done something. He'd been watching closely, but he'd missed Nigel's last action. He looked quickly at his phone and saw that it was connecting with Nigel Vaughn. Just then Nigel's phone started ringing.

"You fucker!"

"I hope you don't mind." Nigel looked appropriately sheepish. He knew he was pushing it considering how angry Kaeden was with him already, but he was determined to see Dani again and Kaeden was his closest connection.

"I don't know what you think you accomplished with that move," Kaeden scolded. "I can always just ignore any calls that come in from you."

"I know. I just ... I'm hoping you'll help me."

"Not likely!" Kaeden cried indignantly. "I've already told Dani he's better off without you." He started to move toward the front door.

"Here, please give this to him. Please tell him I'm really sorry." Nigel handed the gift bag to Kaeden who took it reluctantly.

"Well, I can't say it's been a pleasure seeing you again. You're as arrogant as ever." Kaeden turned away from them and went to the door.

"It was great to see you," Sean said. His voice was low and husky, and it sent a shiver up Kaeden's spine. "I'm sorry for all the trouble we caused."

Kaeden gave one quick glance at the Irishman before he disappeared into the house.

Yuri shot them a scornful look and followed the Asian peacock into the house, closing the door tightly behind him.

"Well, that could have gone better," Nigel said. He wasn't at all sure Dani would call him.

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"I really don't want to tell you this, but I promised I would," Kaeden spoke into his new pay-as-you-go phone. He didn't like it nearly as well as his old iPhone.

"Tell me what?" Dani asked, suddenly apprehensive.

"Nigel and Sean came by just now."

"They did?" Dani's stomach tightened. He was just today not thinking about Nigel 24-7. It would take time, but he'd forget the sexy drummer who turned out to be an asshole. He was still dwelling on the incident way too much.