SE Jakes Bound By Honor

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Authors: SE Jakes
downed another beer and thought about
    going home.
    Rethought going to Damon’s and decided that could never happen.
    But stil , maybe Damon was right. Maybe Tanner did need to be fucked…but he’d be damned if he let Damon be the
    one to do it.
    He swung around and saw Hunt and Joe watching him. Now that would be courting trouble. And trouble was what
    Tanner needed, with a capital T. Because if he wasn’t making shit harder than it needed to be, then al wasn’t right in his
    world.
    He left the man, pul ing up his pants, and went back to the bar.
    “Hey.” Hunt sidled up near him as if on cue, pushing a whiskey at him. “I saw you having fun in the back.”
    Is that what it was supposed to be? To Tanner, it was just fucking and it hadn’t helped relieve anything one damned
    bit.
    So he shrugged and gulped his drink.
    “Joe and I can help,” Hunt offered. “We know what it’s like.”
    These men would be rough with him and he could be so back. Tanner wasn’t a virgin in any sense of the word but that
    one. Bi and sexual y curious from a young age, he learned t o explore what he liked…knew that sometimes, pleasure
    mixed with pain could get him off nicely.
    He also found that men got him off in a far different way than women—wel beyond the obvious differences. Men were
    coarse and crude, and he could be far rougher with them—and they with him.
    He found, after a time, especial y after combat, he craved the rougher touches. Now, the only touch h e craved was
    Damon’s, and he didn’t want that at al . “I don’t want to be fucked,” he blurted out, and Hunt laughed.
    “Come on—we’ve got a room. It’s about time you joined us.”
    Joe and Hunt had been together for a long time—Dom and sub, and they liked to play with others.
    Tonight, he’d play.
    Damon had slept through al of the next morning and afternoon and part of the evening, letting his stress and grief and
    guilt get the better of him. He final y got out of bed and showered around ten, was just making something to eat when LC
    knocked and then let himself inside, a handy trick he’d learned years before when living on the streets meant being
    able to pick locks to survive.
    Now, LC had the loft on the other side of the club.
    “LC, you’ve got to stop the breaking-and-entering shit,” Damon told him.
    “Fuck off.” He was carrying bags of food and joined Damon in the kitchen, unpacking the containers from the
    restaurant around the corner and shoving Damon’s sandwich aside.
    Damon didn’t argue. He took a few bites of the pasta meal and drank from the bottle of water LC put in front of him, al
    in relative silence. But those few minutes were al LC would give him.
    “You’re in a bad place.”
    “Yes,” Damon agreed, then continued eating because it was easier than explaining. But then the meal was finished,
    as was the water and there was nothing left to do but talk it out. “This boy—Tanner—he’s broken, like Jesse. I can’t do
    this again. I can’t fix another person, but I’l let him keep his promise to Jesse.
    I owe him that much after everything I did to him last night.”
    “Yes—I’ve had several people ask me if there’s going to be a repeat, command performance,” LC
    said wryly. “And Jesse might’ve been broken, but he was easy.”
    “Easy?” Damon snorted.
    “Yes, because he knew what he wanted. This boy has no idea at al . No clue what he is or what he wants. This one…if
    you want him, you’l have to chase him.”
    He real y hated when L C was right. Which was, unfortunately, to o damned often. “ I don’t want him. I didn’t want his
    goddamned address but I found him and invited him here for the weekend—told him to come tonight after midnight. I’l
    make it up to him but I don’t want to talk about it.” Damon slammed a hand on the table to end the discussion and LC
    remained unimpressed.
    “He’s going to get himself into trouble before then.”
    “What are you talking about?

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