Crossing The Line - 6. Is Her Voice Reminding You?

Carlo hosted parties in the apartment from time to time. They were intimate gatherings of Carlo’s ‘friends’ that the man felt could be the most profitable to his business. Over the years that Snow had been living with the man, he had gotten used to entertaining the guests with one or two of the other boys in Carlo’s employ, usually one being another whore and one other there simply to provide party favors. Carlo’s thought was that people would be more apt to go to people they could put a face to for the dirty desires they had rather than some stranger so the parties were real business boosters.

Tonight’s party was the same as all the others had been. They did their drugs and had their sex. Snow had already let one of Carlo’s guests fuck him in the bathroom and had this woman watch him suck off her husband. It was all in a night’s work to him. Nothing turned down no matter how degrading or stupid it seemed. It was the same as always except that now Snow and Ricky were together. It was a strange experience not only to do the things he normally did on the streets in the company of his lover, but to also know that Ricky was doing them, too and he couldn’t help but be a little bothered by it.

Ricky had disappeared into the bathroom a few times with different men. He was the king of the blowjob. Not to mention, he probably scored himself a little money or stash from each of them. He was doing that a lot lately and Snow had begun to worry about his friend and lover and what looked to be a mean habit that was sinking its claws into him. Gonna have to watch that. I can’t let Ricky become more of a liability to Carlo than an asset or things will go bad.

The looks Carlo kept giving Snow throughout the night didn’t ease matters any. It was as if his boss could sense the pangs of jealousy Snow felt every time Ricky disappeared into the bathroom to service one of the guests or like he knew Snow felt guilty when he would do the same. Even Carlo seemed to be jealous but the younger teen couldn’t figure out exact what of.

The man never hid the fact that he wasn’t fond of Snow and Ricky’s budding relationship just with little comments he made to Snow or to Ricky in Snow’s presence. He couldn’t really think Snow would just be his little pet forever, though, could he? I’ve never even done anything with Carlo. He’s just my boss.

Around four in the morning the party was finally starting to wind down some. Snow’s heart was beating rapidly. Whether it was the coke or the jealousy, Snow couldn’t tell but he could hear his heart pounding in his ears and his hands were shaking. A few of the remaining guests sat around the coffee table passing a piece of glass and a clear straw between chopping lines of white powder. Snow was glad it was a piece of glass and not a mirror. He was sick of seeing himself with lines on his face, killing himself a little more each time with each line.

Ricky sat across from him, his arm around a red haired girl, laughing, talking into her ear, cutting lines for her … ignoring Snow for the most part. Of course, he was out-snorting everyone there, as usual and the girl seemed to be very impressed. Snow hadn’t taken his eyes off Ricky since they had sat down. The blond must have felt the stare burning into him by now but he didn’t let on and continued to carry on with that girl.

A younger, dark haired boy who was the dealer of choice for this particular party was sitting next to Snow with his hand on his thigh and Snow could feel the heat of the kid’s palm through his jeans. He couldn’t have been more than sixteen but he looked even younger than that, angelic almost. His bright green eyes looked deep into Snow’s and he hung on every word the older boy spoke like it had such meaning to him. Snow wasn’t even making sense to himself after all those lines and all the booze he’d drank, but that kid seemed to be getting something out of his rambling words.

Snow studied him intently through the haze in his mind and finally recalled that his name was Shawn. The boy was cute and appeared eager and Snow was sick of Ricky not paying any attention to him at all. The sparkling glow in Shawn’s eyes told Snow all he needed to know so he pushed his chair back and stood up. He held his hand out to Shawn and the boy took it immediately. “Let’s go in the other room so we can talk alone.”

As they moved down the hallway, Snow hoped Ricky would look up to see them walking away but he didn’t look back over his shoulder to see.

Snow had candles lit in the bedroom like he usually did so he could enjoy the relaxed atmosphere and the sweet vanilla scent his candles brought. He closed the door behind them and sat on the bed with Shawn sitting next to him.

The boy took his cigarette pack out of his pocket and pulled out a joint. “Wanna smoke?”

Snow nodded. Pot would mellow him back down and he needed that about now. Shawn lit the joint, took a deep inhale and passed it to him. Snow felt him watching as he toked a little on it before passing it back. The boy pinched it out and put it back into his pack then he leaned over and kissed Snow abruptly.

The older boy pulled away and laughed a little, feeling slightly uncomfortable since he was so used to older guys touching him. Shawn was younger and more aggressive than he expected but he did bring him into his and Ricky’s bedroom for more than just talk. He stared wide eyed when the kid stood up, kicked his sneakers off and took pulled his shirt up over his head. The jeans came next off and he was standing naked in front of Snow with his hands on his hips like he was waiting for Snow to make a move.

“Slow down,” Snow laughed again and shook his head. This kid don’t waste any time

Shawn smiled at him brightly. “Why? I want you to fuck me. Fast.”

Snow took in his thin frame longingly. Shawn’s long, thin muscles stretched over his soft, creamy looking skin. His chest was smooth and his stomach was a lean six pack of tight muscle. His legs had the slightest amount of hair on them and his pubic are was neatly trimmed as if he were planning on getting laid tonight.

Shawn held Snow’s gaze as he began to stroke his hard length in front of him slowly. Snow couldn’t help but notice the muscles in Shawn’s arm flexing while his hand moved up and down. The glistening drop of pre-cum on the head of his cock made Snow lick his lips, tempted to find out what Shawn tasted like.

For once, Snow felt old. He knew better but he’d never been with someone younger than him before. Then he thought of Ricky, the guy he loved, out in the living room hanging all over that girl. Fuck it. If he can play then so can I.

Snow stood up and pulled Shawn into his arms and kissed him, ravaging his mouth almost angrily. Suddenly, all thoughts of tasting and playing left his mind and Snow just wanted to plunge himself into this kid and make him scream. He wanted to fuck somebody for once and feel their smooth body bucking back against him instead of them fucking him. He wanted to fuck Shawn so hard and shoot his load inside him. He’d give him the time of his life.

Fuck Ricky and that cheap slut. Shawn’s hands were caressing his body. Let her have him.

Shawn dropped to his knees and sucked Snow’s cock deep with that young, pouty mouth.

She probably had drugs or money or both and that’s why he was into her. Snow sat back on the bed while Shawn straddled him. I don’t need Ricky.

Shawn sat down on him slowly, his tight body taking every inch of his hard cock inside him as a low moan escaped those beautiful lips.

If he fucking cared at all, he would be here in our room right now with me. Shawn’s hands held Snow’s while he slid himself up and down his rock hard length. If he gave a little bit of a damn it would have been me he was hanging all over.

Shawn leaned over, shoving his hot tongue into Snow’s mouth, riding him long and deep.

Snow could hear Ricky laugh from the living room and Snow knew that bitch had probably said something clever. He pushed Shawn off him and turned him over face down on the bed, shoving himself into the boy with force enough to make him moan and scream. Snow hoped the noise would concern Ricky and he would walk in and see this. He wanted Ricky to see him fucking this beautiful, hot kid who wanted him. Snow wanted Ricky to hear him make Shawn scream and moan and cum.

Shawn held onto the head of the mattress while Snow plowed into him faster. He could feel himself about to cum and couldn’t stop the heated rambling of letting Shawn know it. “Oh fuck … fuck yeah … I’m gonna cum.”

Snow grabbed hold of his hips and slammed all the way in. The sound of Shawn screaming his name as he spasmed into his tight body made his toes curl before he pulled quickly out and flopped down on the bed.

“Snow … man, that was so fucking amazing,” Shawn said through hard breaths as he tried to coil himself around Snow.

Snow pushed him away. “You should get outta here.”

He looked at him with a confused expression on his face. Snow didn’t want to be looked at like that so he closed his eyes. “You really want me to go?”

Snow nodded. “Yeah, I do.”

Snow heard him dress and leave the bedroom. He didn’t open his eyes until he heard the door close quietly behind him. He didn’t feel guilty. He didn’t feel anything, just spent.

He wondered if Ricky was ever coming to bed or if he was going to stay with that girl all night out there. The living room had quieted down considerably so he got dressed in boxers and a t-shirt and went out to the kitchen to get something to drink. His mouth was so dry from the drugs and drink he’d consumed over the course of the night that he could barely swallow. He noticed that Ricky was lying on the couch with the red haired girl, making out and feeling her up. They were the only two left.

“I guess you’re not coming to bed,” Snow said in a low tone as he passed the couch on his way to the kitchen. “Right?”

Ricky pulled away from her for a moment, his eyes glassy from the drugs. “Thought you had company.”

“You noticed?” Snow answered sarcastically. “Well, he left.”

“I’ll be right back, honey,” Ricky said quietly to the girl as he got up from the couch and followed him into the kitchen, leaving the girl lying under a blanket. “What’s your problem?”

He was sniffling and rubbing his nose constantly. Snow hadn’t seen him this wound up in awhile. Slamming the fridge door shut, he turned to glare at him as he popped open a can of soda. “You’re my problem. What’s with this bitch all night?”

Ricky laughed hard, putting one hand out to catch his balance against the counter. “What the fuck difference does it make to you? You don’t fucking own me.”

At that, Snow felt his heart jump into his throat and he shoved past Ricky, leaving him standing in the kitchen laughing.

The laughter stopped abruptly when Snow reached the hallway and he knew then that Ricky was following him. Stepping into the bedroom, he gave the door a hard shove and stepped back a little, knowing that Ricky would kick it as it slammed in his face. “Just go back to your little whore, Rick.”

He did kick the door open just as Snow expected and stomped into the room. He shoved Snow up against the wall and had pinned his arms but that was it. Ricky just stared him in the face, not speaking a word as several emotions flickered through his blue eyes.

“What, Rick?” Snow challenged. “Gonna hit me?”

Ricky let go of him abruptly and stepped back. “I’m not gonna hit you.”

“Why not?”

He shook his head and looked back up into his eyes and Snow saw a hint of fear there. Snow realized then that Ricky wasn’t used to being challenged like this and didn’t know how to handle it. He could handle confrontation with strangers but he didn’t have that in him when it came to someone he claimed to care about apparently. “We’re working tonight, Snow. That’s what I’ve been doing out there all night. I wasn’t ignoring you on purpose,” Ricky said through clenched teeth. “You weren’t working when you fucked Shawn. Who should be mad here?”

Snow had nothing to say to that. He wanted to argue with him and tell him he was an asshole but he wasn’t. Snow was coming down and realized that maybe he was being unreasonable in his assumptions, especially since Ricky never done anything before to make him doubt what they were to each other. He couldn’t blame anyone but himself for the scene they were making.

“Let me ask you something,” Ricky said softly, reaching out to run a finger down the side of Snow’s face lightly. “If it was a guy, would you be so upset?”

Without a thought, Snow shook his head. “No.”

Ricky smiled sympathetically at him, a light of understanding in his eyes now. “I’m not going anywhere, Snow. I belong to you. You don’t have anything to worry about.”

“But you’re not really gay,” Snow reasoned. “You’ve said that over and over.”

“Do you really think that matters? You’re the one I love, Snow. You’re the one who turns me on. No girl is a threat,” he replied and pressed him up against the wall again gently this time. “There definitely ain’t a guy out there who would be a threat, either.” He kissed Snow softly. “This mouth is the one I want to kiss.” He wrapped his arms around him. “You’re the one I want to hold.” He looked into Snow’s brown eyes. “Those eyes are the ones I need looking at me like they do. I love you, baby.”

Snow held him as exhaustion hit and he rested his head on Ricky’s shoulder as his lover rubbed his back soothingly.

“I’m sorry I did Shawn,” Snow admitted quietly, rubbing his leaking nose with the back of one hand over Ricky’s shoulder. “I was stupid and jealous and … it was stupid.”

Ricky stepped back, holding onto his arms. “Don’t be sorry,” he said and laughed. “After all the shit we both did tonight, at least you got to do something you actually wanted to do for a change.”

Snow laughed at that because it was true. He would rather have been in bed with Ricky but he did enjoy Shawn. “No regrets, huh?”

Ricky shook his head. “No regrets, babe.” He kissed him once more then let go of him. “I gotta go, baby.”

Snow knew he had to go finish his job but at least he knew enough to let it go. There was no use in arguing over something that couldn’t be changed. He would always have to share Ricky with others just as Ricky would have to share him.

It’s all in a night’s work.