he knew more about it than Tye. Tye wanted to ask Baxter if he could practice on him under the blanket, but wasn’t brave enough.
“Both of us, then,” Baxter said to Liam. “Let us shower and we’ll blow you together.”
The greedy look in Liam’s eyes had told Tye he’d agree.
Liam held a knife to Baxter’s neck as they left the cellar. Maybe he knew Tye would cooperate to keep Baxter safe. Tye was the weak link.
Turned out they were in an old house. It didn’t look like the sort of place Liam would live in, didn’t look the sort of place anyone under the age of eighty would live in. And it smelled really bad. Tye wondered then if Liam actually lived there. Maybe he just came to feed them and he had a house and a family miles from there. They couldn’t hear anything in that cellar. Not even birds.
A thin trickle of blood was running down Baxter’s neck onto his T-shirt and Tye squeezed Baxter’s hand. The knife was a problem. Maybe Liam would keep it on Baxter while Tye had his face in Liam’s crotch. Tye’s head buzzed with ideas of what to do if all of their plans were no use.
Tye spotted the window the moment they walked into the bathroom and felt a surge of relief. Big enough for either of them to get through, and out of sight of anyone in the doorway, which meant they could go with plan A, not B or C or D, assuming it would open.
Liam wouldn’t let them close the bathroom door and stood in the doorway watching. Tye went with plan A and a half—the half was his addition—and stripped quickly. He stepped into the ancient shower, aware they’d agreed Baxter would shower first. As Baxter tried to open the window, Tye never looked in his direction but stared at Liam, determined to distract him.
When Liam stepped forward as if he was about to come into the room, Tye slid his hand down to his cock and gave a quiet moan. Liam’s eyes widened and panic surged up Tye’s throat. This wouldn’t work if he didn’t get hard, and chances of that were nil. So he had to be brave.
He swallowed a couple of times and stepped out of the shower. When he reached for Liam’s pants, he pretended to stumble and was able to push Liam back a little way onto the landing.
“Sorry,” Tye whispered.
Liam shoved him to his knees and grabbed his hair.
* * *
Caleb had been thrilled when he’d seen March walking toward the pub, and dejected when he drove away again. There seemed little point hanging around, but some pathetic hope March might change his mind kept him in his seat. He glanced up every time someone came in.
Thirty minutes was long enough to be an idiot and he decided he might as well go back to the B and B and be miserable there. As he pushed to his feet, Kev walked in and Caleb hurried over.
“Hi. Remember me?” Caleb asked. “The almost-drowned rat you rescued?” He held out his hand.
Kev laughed and shook it.
“I came by the station because I wanted to thank you. But I only managed to speak to Brian so I’m glad I’ve seen you. Thanks for rescuing me. Can I buy you a drink?”
“I’ll have a pint of bitter, thanks.”
Caleb leaned against the bar next to him. “When I was chatting to Brian, I got the feeling there was some issue about the rescue. Brian was a bit…off. Not with me but with March.”
Kev picked up his pint and took a slug. “Don’t tell anyone I told you but March has been suspended.”
Caleb gaped at him. “But he saved my life.” No wonder the guy hadn’t opened the door, but then why had he come to the pub?
“He did, but he threw himself into the water without consulting Brian. Brian’s the helmsman and was in charge. If March had died…well, what he did was reckless and endangered all of us.”
“If he hadn’t jumped in the water I’d have died.”
“Unfortunately that’s not sufficient reason to make what he did acceptable. All four of us could have drowned.”
“Oh God. Does he have a wife and kids?” That was such a perfect opportunity to
“Both of us, then,” Baxter said to Liam. “Let us shower and we’ll blow you together.”
The greedy look in Liam’s eyes had told Tye he’d agree.
Liam held a knife to Baxter’s neck as they left the cellar. Maybe he knew Tye would cooperate to keep Baxter safe. Tye was the weak link.
Turned out they were in an old house. It didn’t look like the sort of place Liam would live in, didn’t look the sort of place anyone under the age of eighty would live in. And it smelled really bad. Tye wondered then if Liam actually lived there. Maybe he just came to feed them and he had a house and a family miles from there. They couldn’t hear anything in that cellar. Not even birds.
A thin trickle of blood was running down Baxter’s neck onto his T-shirt and Tye squeezed Baxter’s hand. The knife was a problem. Maybe Liam would keep it on Baxter while Tye had his face in Liam’s crotch. Tye’s head buzzed with ideas of what to do if all of their plans were no use.
Tye spotted the window the moment they walked into the bathroom and felt a surge of relief. Big enough for either of them to get through, and out of sight of anyone in the doorway, which meant they could go with plan A, not B or C or D, assuming it would open.
Liam wouldn’t let them close the bathroom door and stood in the doorway watching. Tye went with plan A and a half—the half was his addition—and stripped quickly. He stepped into the ancient shower, aware they’d agreed Baxter would shower first. As Baxter tried to open the window, Tye never looked in his direction but stared at Liam, determined to distract him.
When Liam stepped forward as if he was about to come into the room, Tye slid his hand down to his cock and gave a quiet moan. Liam’s eyes widened and panic surged up Tye’s throat. This wouldn’t work if he didn’t get hard, and chances of that were nil. So he had to be brave.
He swallowed a couple of times and stepped out of the shower. When he reached for Liam’s pants, he pretended to stumble and was able to push Liam back a little way onto the landing.
“Sorry,” Tye whispered.
Liam shoved him to his knees and grabbed his hair.
* * *
Caleb had been thrilled when he’d seen March walking toward the pub, and dejected when he drove away again. There seemed little point hanging around, but some pathetic hope March might change his mind kept him in his seat. He glanced up every time someone came in.
Thirty minutes was long enough to be an idiot and he decided he might as well go back to the B and B and be miserable there. As he pushed to his feet, Kev walked in and Caleb hurried over.
“Hi. Remember me?” Caleb asked. “The almost-drowned rat you rescued?” He held out his hand.
Kev laughed and shook it.
“I came by the station because I wanted to thank you. But I only managed to speak to Brian so I’m glad I’ve seen you. Thanks for rescuing me. Can I buy you a drink?”
“I’ll have a pint of bitter, thanks.”
Caleb leaned against the bar next to him. “When I was chatting to Brian, I got the feeling there was some issue about the rescue. Brian was a bit…off. Not with me but with March.”
Kev picked up his pint and took a slug. “Don’t tell anyone I told you but March has been suspended.”
Caleb gaped at him. “But he saved my life.” No wonder the guy hadn’t opened the door, but then why had he come to the pub?
“He did, but he threw himself into the water without consulting Brian. Brian’s the helmsman and was in charge. If March had died…well, what he did was reckless and endangered all of us.”
“If he hadn’t jumped in the water I’d have died.”
“Unfortunately that’s not sufficient reason to make what he did acceptable. All four of us could have drowned.”
“Oh God. Does he have a wife and kids?” That was such a perfect opportunity to
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