The Restraining of Sergei: Part 2
Sergei, on his hands and knees, was looking up at me. I could see a hunger in his eyes. I could see that he was all about the fact that he was full of cock at both ends. Trevor looked at me and smiled. It was the smile you give someone you love when you're on an adventure into the jungle, or at the top of a mountain. It was a smile that said, 'look at us, will you?' I wanted to kiss Trevor so much at that moment, but we still had work to do.
Then Trevor started to really fuck Sergei. Hard. But at the same time, as Sergei continued to slurp on my prick, moaning softly as I held his head for stability, Trevor moved into no-more-Mr-Nice-Guy mode.
As his hips kept driving that amazing dick of his into Sergei's ass, he leaned down and picked up the whip. He ran it over Sergei's back for a moment, then suddenly slashed it across Sergei's back, who made a lot of sound into my cock. Trevor growled, “I bet you like that you pathetic piece of shit. Should I do it again? Oh right, you can't talk because you've got my future husbands prick down your throat. I'll answer for you. Yes, you fucking do.”
And he slashed the whip down on one of Sergei's – and I've got to say it – beautiful ass cheeks. Then the other. Sergei's looked both desperate and hungry. He kept sucking, slurping, gobbling my dick. Trevor fucked harder, jamming his body forward. I could imagine the feel of Trevor's girth stretching him beyond what he probably expected – but probably loved. It turned me on even more to imagine being taken like that. I started to match Trevor's energy and held Sergei's face more tightly and mashed my whole groin into his face. I could feel my balls squashed up against his chin. I could feel a trail of precum leaving my cock and drip into his throat. Sergei coughed into my cock, but I kept myself there, not moving, I said, “You like my cock juice, you little slut? You want me to blow my cum down your throat?”
Sergei looked up at me and his eyes looked pleading. It's the only word to describe it. But I sneered, “Too fucking bad, Sergei. You're going to have to wait.” I suddenly realized that I wanted to remind Sanjay that he would have to disguise our voices on this recording. I figured he had thought of this, but I wanted to make sure.
Trevor grinned at me and fucked Sergei even more deeply, pushed both him and me backward a bit. But we both knew that we couldn't cum yet. We had other activities planned. Trevor slid out of Sergei and I pulled out of his mouth. There was a bunch of spit and precum drooling down his chin and off my cock. I wiped it on his nose as Sergei gasped for air. Trevor moved around so he was kneeling in front of him. He said, “Did you like being whipped, Sergei? Isn't it fun?”
Sergei looked at the whip, then at Trevor. I wondered if we had gone too far. But then Sergei almost crooned at him, saying, “Yeah...I really like it. Whip me you fucker!”
Now that's what I wanted to hear. Enthusiasm. Trevor gave him the most nasty smirk and rest the whip over Sergei's back, caressing him with the handle, allowing it to snake over his back and then down between the big, meaty globes of his ass. Sergei moaned and writhed and arched his back. I shifted and fed him my balls, enjoying his tongue running over them, and he even nibbled at my ball sac which made my cock gush precum that I collected on my finger and smeared on his face.
Trevor ran the whip handle up Sergei's back again, then the whip itself, like a little snake, followed it. He lifted the whip and rubbed the end on Sergei's hole, pushing a little, allowing a bit of it to slide in. Sergei gasped into my balls, and said, “Fuck yes, Anthony, fuck me with that thing.”
So Trevor did, pushing it deeper. I realized Sergei had some interesting kinks. I watched Trevor and realized he was excited. His own cock was rigid and resting against Sergei's ass. But then he pulled the whip handle out and said, “So Sergei...you like my whip, do you? As much as you like my cock?”
Sergei actually laughed and gasped as Trevor jammed his huge prick in him without any warning. But Sergei took it and said, still holding onto my cock, “No way. Your cock is the best. I want you to fuck hard, Anthony.”
Instead, Trevor, his dick still deep in Sergei's Russian hole, slashed the whip down on this ass again and again and again. He almost yelled, “Just because you want something, Sergei, doesn't mean you're going to get it.”
Sergei shut his eyes and threw his head back, arching his back as if he wanted to get closer to the whip.
This guy was wild and it was as if for him being in a relationship – a marriage – was all about control and his sex life was all outside of that. I felt badly for Ilya for a second, realizing what an awful position Sergei had put him in, and using him for two years as his personal fuck toy. I started getting mad, so I pushed my cock into Sergei's face again and face-fucked him hard.
Trevor had other ideas. He pulled his cock out of Sergei's ass and moved around, indicating I should move out of the way. When I was clear, Trevor fed his cock to Sergei without a word. The cock that had been deep in his ass was now in his throat and Sergei was choking, almost gagging. But I could tell he loved it. He was also groaning with pleasure.
Trevor looked down at Sergei and said almost sweetly, “Mark is going to tie you to the bed now, Sergei and you're going to be fucked until you're raw. How does that sound?”
Sergei pleaded, “I want your cocks...”
He was getting more primitive with every passing second. Then Trevor surprised me. He whispered in my ear, “I was busy while you were asleep...there's some professionals coming up here to add to the fun...”
I had no idea what he was saying. “Huh?”
He smirked at me. “You're such an innocent. You know. Professionals. Sex workers.”
I got it. It was going to be a bit of a gangbang. I nodded, feeling excited. Trevor licked my ear and said, “I love you so much. Now blindfold the Russian fuck.” He walked over to the bedside table and grabbed his phone, keying something. I assumed he was texting whoever was coming to join us.
This Trevor was exciting. I wanted him to fuck me as hard, but we had work to do. I untied Sergei's hands and said to Sergei, “Get on the bed, idiot.”
He complied. Like a slave. I put the blindfold on him and tied his wrists tightly to the bed frame. Sergei looked excited and scared. I slapped his face and said, “Are you ready for more, Sergei? You better be, because you don't really have a choice, do you?”
I couldn't wait for an answer because there was a knock at the door. Trevor opened it and three guys came in. Really buff dudes with tight jeans and t-shirts. One was black with a lot of muscle, one was blonde like Trevor and one had light tan skin and long black hair in a pony tail. They were stunning and I admired Trevor's choice. He must have briefed them because no one said a word. They got out of their clothes and sucked each other's cock until they were good and hard. Trevor indicated Sergei, helpless on the bed and the three knew what to do. Their cocks were big and I wanted to sample them, but I knew this wasn't about me.
The blonde was first and he got between Sergei's legs and stuffed his cock in his asshole. Hard. Sergei looked shocked for a second, then he started to swear and gasp as the blond began to pummel him deeply, with long thrusts. I admired the guys incredible ass and low-hanging balls. The air was full of the sharp smell of sex and sweat.
The guy didn't fuck for long before pulling out and the black guy moved in and replaced him, his cock about the size of Trevor's, his shaved balls seemed huge. Sergei I think understood that there were more guys than just Trevor and me. He said, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” Over and over. He was wild and desperate and I loved that all of this was being captured for posterity.
The black dude seemed to be mashing Sergei into the bed, but then he stopped and the pony-tail guy moved in and did the same. The three of them were clearly a team. They switched several times, one of them flattening Sergei while the other two watched, stroking themselves, or each other, or stuffing their cocks into Sergei's mouth and kissing wildly, and one even borrowed the whip and made Sergei deep throat it, almost choking him.
But they reached the point where they couldn't hold back and each one of them came with various sounds: yells, moans, gasps. They filled Sergei's ass with cum. I could see it drooling out of his gaping hole once they were done.
Trevor went over to them and gave them each a big kiss, slapping their asses. The trio looked happy and put their clothes back on and no doubt went somewhere talk about the fun they had just had – and no doubt about the money they had just made.
When the door closed, Trevor said to Sergei, “Your asshole is a mess Sergei. Let's get you in the shower.”
I liked where this was going. I untied Sergei and we each took an arm, pulling him to the enormous bathtub where we pushed him in so he was kneeling.
Now remember, this is the emperor suite so the bathtub was big enough to be a car showroom, so the three of us fit with room to spare. But I knew what was coming, I hadn't expected this from Trevor, but it made sense given how annoyed – how pissed-off – we were. Trevor said, all business and really sarcastic, “Do you mind, Sergei, if I piss in your fucking face?”
He didn't wait for an answer. I held Sergei's arms but I think it was unnecessary because when Trevor moved closer, his cock close to his face, the head pointing at his mouth and a stream of piss started to jet out at Sergei, he moaned. He writhed and opened his mouth and let it pour in. Some of it spewed back out like a waterfall, but he also swallowed. I decided to join in and realized I had a bladder-full, and soon we were both filling his mouth. I aimed some at his rigid cock and then Trevor surprised me. He stopped pissing and pulled Sergei around and got his cock right at Sergei's hole and started to piss again, then pushed his cock in. I almost came it was so unexpected and so hot. Trevor bashed his cock in, and I could see piss coming out around his cock. I was a little stunned at my future husband, but I liked it. Wherever Trevor found this dominant energy, I was impressed.
When we had finished pissing, Trevor thoughtfully turned on the shower and let it wash Sergei off. He looked actually kind of sweet with is hair all streaming, his blindfolded face all flushed. After a minute, we hauled him up and I took one of the huge towels and dried him off. Not gently. It was as if I was drying off a dog that had just come in from the rain. But Sergei just took it. He seemed to be in the mood to take anything. I stuck my finger roughly in his asshole and could feel it was still sodden with the three cum loads
We dragged him to the bed and I said to Trevor, “Let's tie him up so he's on all fours.”
Without knowing why I wanted this, Trevor tied Sergei's arms with the leather restraints on Sergei's wrists and pulled him up so his ass was pointed out. He beautiful cum drenched ass was waiting for us.
But then to Trevor I said, “Let's feed him our dicks.”
We got up on either side of him and leaned against the wall and we both pushed the heads of our cocks into his mouth. He managed to take a surprising amount of cock, but I reached down and gripped us so they would stay together as we pushed more. Given the size of Trevor – and that I'm not that small either – I was amazed that Sergei could take as much as he did. And he did eagerly. He did it full of lust and submission. He groaned into our dicks and I jerked our cocks into his mouth. I wanted to cum so badly, but I knew we weren't done.
I decided to switch places. I moved down and spread Sergei's legs a bit and without any preparation, I jammed my cock in to the root. Sergei almost yelled, but in that way that says he only wanted more. I could feel all the cum lubricating everything and it really excited me that I was fucking all that cum deeper into him. Trevor straddled his face and pushed his cock into his mouth. We were fucking him again from both ends, only this time I could hear Sergei choking as Trevor bottomed out in his throat. Trevor pulled back and did it again, while I kept up my thrusts.
I knew I couldn't keep this up and I didn't think we would be able to cum and then rest and have time to re-charge, so I held on, slowing down, calming myself.
Trevor seemed to have come to the same conclusion. He pulled his prick out of Sergei's mouth, followed my a few ropes of spit and precum and sat back against the wall, his cock above his face. I pulled out of his ass and moved over and kissed Trevor's shoulder. I whispered in his year, “What now, stud?”
With a growl and a laugh, Trevor kissed me wildly and Sergei chuckled and said, “How very sweet. You take me like a master, but you're both just pussycats.”
I looked at Sergei and felt a rush of anger. This was the Sergei who treated Ilya like shit. I moved over to him and spat in his face. I said, “Open your fucking mouth, cocksucker!” I spat in his mouth. I could tell he liked it, because he had this look. Like the look when someone hands you a little piece of the best cake and you want more. That look.
Trevor said, “This is the final act, Sergei. Any last words?”
With a laugh, writhes his torso with frustration and said, “Just fuck me, will you. I want your cum.”
So he did. Trevor got behind him and fucked him as if it was his last chance to fuck anyone. And I fucked his face. When Trevor was close he gasped and said, “Make way...”
He pulled his cock out and quickly moved up and jacked a huge load into Sergei's mouth, but made sure a whole bunch of it splashed on his face. Trevor produces copious amounts of cum, but this was epic. I half-wanted to lick Sergei's face, but instead, stroking my own cock, I realized I was right there and did the same, rockets of cum streaking out of my cock and splashing on Sergei's tongue, and then his cheeks, his forehead. I threw my head back and groaned. We didn't need the restraints. Sergei was giving himself freely to us which in some ways was even better.
Trevor untied him and said, “Get on your fucking back, Sergei. Do something useful wth that cock of yours.” Once on his back, his face all dripping with our cum, he jerked his big cock and soon his chest and even his chin was streaked with his own cum. Trevor and I moved away from him so that the camera would get a good shot of him lying there, covered in cum, abject, taken, used. I felt a rush of satisfaction that his family would get to see him like this.
But then we played nice. We dropped the whole master/slave thing in two seconds. I got some towels and gently wiped the cum off Sergei's face, and chest. We went back to the bathroom for another shower and Trevor kissed him, then I kissed him and as far as he was concerned, everyone had a nice, innocent time.
I poured us all some scotch and we toasted to friendship and he and Trevor made plans for us to meet in Barcelona in a month. As if.
At about three, Sergei said he was going home. I was glad because I didn't want to sleep with the little creep. With some kisses and a few hugs, we sent him on his way. Once the door was closed and locked, Trevor and I stood by the door looking at each other, amazed.
He took my hand and said, “You all right?”
I nodded and said, “I was going to ask you that.”
We hugged for a while, just feeling the safety of us being together, the way we always felt so strong and secure as the team we were. I said, out of the blue, without thought, “When should we get married?”
Trevor pushed me back and said, “You think of this now? After that?”
I kissed him and said, “But that's the point, Trevor. If you and I can do that...” And I pointe to the bed, “Then we can do anything. I feel I can do anything with you. We're unstoppable. Let's do it soon.”
His eyes filled up and he took my hand and kissed it. He said, “You're right. And yes, we should.”
I pulled him to the bed and we crawled into that swimming pool sized thing and I wrapped us up in the sheets and blanket and bedspread and held my man, my Trevor, until we both fell asleep.
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I got up early the next morning feeling exhausted and ordered a bunch of room service breakfast and coffee. It was kind of decadent. Free range this, and farm fresh that, recently baked bread and amazing, strong, cafe au lait. We spread it all out on the bed like kids and ate it naked, with our legs crossed. The best kind of clothing optional picnic.
It was our last chance in that room, because we were checking out that morning and were going to a much cheaper hotel in West Vancouver just to make sure that we were out of Sergei's territory. I texted Sanjay and uploaded the video files on his private network for him and Josh to edit so that our faces were nowhere to be seen and reminded them to disguise our voices. I also imagined they would jerk off – which I would do if I saw those videos.
Once Sanjay had them, we finished our breakfast. I texted Ilya and Stephen and told them the mission was indeed accomplished. Then we packed up all our stuff and got out of there. As we left, I realized I hated the place. It wasn't real. It wasn't even comfortable. It was just ostentatious for its own sake. What is with some people with too much money? The only thing that seems satisfying to them is the evidence that they have spent a lot of money. That seems like a pretty shallow way to live a life.
We made it to our new hotel which was in a nice little building near the water. The room was normal, the bed was reasonable, the bathtub just like the one at home. I felt better right away.
Ilya had a shift at the hospital, so I texted Stephen and arranged to go out for lunch. We got to a little diner near our hotel and there he was, looking happy to see us. We had a nice hug and sat down to a greasy lunch with beer. It was strangely satisfying after all that excess of the last couple of days.
Stephen immediately said, “So...how did it go?”
I laughed and looked at Trevor, who shrugged. I said, “Well, without going into details, it was really good. Entirely successful. We got Sergei into some really compromising positions and got it all recorded. And frankly, we had a really good time. He's a hot dude, even if he's an asshole at the same time.”
Trevor nodded and said, “Yeah, it was fun. But it was mostly fun because we were doing it for revenge. Pure and simple. For how he treated Ilya.”
Stephen looked moved and he took both our hands and said, “We can't thank you two enough. You know that, right? You did an amazing thing.”
I felt embarrassed and said, “Yeah, well, but we also got off on it.”
Stephen laughed and said, “That's just the cherry on top. I'm glad you had fun.”
I looked at Trevor and said, “It really was fun. Probably not to be repeated, but try everything once, I guess.”
After lunch, Stephen had to get ready to work, so Trevor and I made our way back downtown to Sanjay's place. At first we worried about seeing Sergei, but we realized it was no big deal if we did, we could just be friendly and say we were seeing the sights.
I was looking forward to meeting this guy who Josh had snared, and I was happy that Josh was so happy. And when we got up there and saw the two of them, it was obvious they were in love. You just know, right? Their energy was in synch and they touched each other casually all the time. I liked Sanjay right away. A really sweet dude. And hot as fuck. His dark hair was longish and hung over his darker skin, his eyes all intense and brown. Kissable lips for days.
Josh poured us drinks and we all sat in the living room, Trevor and I on the sofa and the other two in armchair across from us. I realized I was kind of excited because I knew they had watched the recordings and I wondered what they thought and, frankly, felt.
I raised my glass and said, “Here's to getting rid of Sergei.”
The other three laughed and we clinked glasses. Josh put his down and said, with a little grin, “So you two...you should think about doing that professionally. Holy shit!”
I felt my face get all hot. Sanjay said, “Yeah. That was something. Where did you two learn to do that?”
I looked at Trevor, feeling helpless. Trevor said, “Oh you know...we just played around with an idea or two. It worked, right?”
With a low laugh, Josh said, “Yeah, it worked. We knew Sergei had an alternate life as a cock-sucking bottom, but you two? I had no idea my cousin would be such a dom! Fucking hot."
I felt both embarrassed and pleased. But I said, “Yeah, Josh, it was fun. But I'm not sure I could do that on a regular basis. It's a lot of work!”
But I was glad to hear this since I wasn't sure if it had been convincing, even though Sergei seemed to have been taken in. Then I said, “Well, we had a good time, that's for sure. Even though I still hate the guy. But he's a sexy fucker.” I realized I was being all passionate and the three of them were looking at me. I said, “What? We accomplished two things. We got enough evidence to send Sergei to Siberia and we had a fucking good time doing it. Everybody wins.”
Trevor laughed and said, “My boyfriend, the slut.”
Josh laughed a little seductively, and said, “Let's watch it.”
Sanjay grinned as if he was used to Josh being the brat and Trevor looked at me as if he was wondering what I thought. I said, “I don't know, guys...”
Josh got up and got his laptop from the kitchen and came back. He put it on the coffee table in front of Trevor and I. He squeezed in beside me and said, “Come on. It'll be fun. I've only seen a little bit and I want to see more.”
Sanjay got out of his chair and came and sat beside Trevor. It seemed clear we were going to watch it no matter what I said. I sighed, “Fine. I just won't watch myself.”
Josh nudged me and said, “Why not? You might realize how sexy you are.”
Coming from my cousin, this felt a little strange, but also kind of nice.
Trevor looked over Josh's shoulder and grinned, saying, “He's right, Mark. You should watch yourself.”
I didn't say anything and Josh loaded up the video file and said, “Beside, this is your last chance to see it before we blur your faces. After that, anyone who tries to mess with it will completely destroy the file. And before you say anything, we'll make it clear to them there are lots of copies of it, so we'll just send another.”
Josh hit play and we all started to watch Trevor and I have our way with Sergei. It was interesting to watch. Both of us were way more dominant than I thought we were. No wonder Sergei got off on it. But when Trevor slid his cock into Sergei's mouth, and when I started to fuck him, I started getting uncomfortable. Obviously, if I was just watching three guys get it on, I would have had my cock out and having a good time. But this? It was kind of blowing my mind.
I looked beside me at Josh was staring intently at the screen. He was also rubbing the front of his pants, so it was clear he was getting off on it. I decided to lean back and watch him, not the video. He glanced at me and shrugged, then undid his pants and pulled out his very hard dick. I had never seen Josh's cock before and was impressed. It was long and thinner than Trevor's but it kind of made my mouth water. I thought about how he was my cousin but the fact that my pants were full of my own aching cock was a little distracting.
I looked over at Trevor who gave me a big smile. I shrugged my shoulders and he looked at Josh then to me and I said, “I guess we're doing this?”
Trevor, not one for doing things by halves, completely pulled his pants off. His long legs spread out a little and he was clearly squishing himself in between Sanjay and Josh. Not to be outdone, Josh pulled his pants down to his ankles and he put his leg over Trevor's, all friendly and sexy. I looked down at my cousins's cock and decided the hell with it. If a hundred years ago, first cousins could get married and have kids, then surely I was allowed to suck my cousin's cock. So I did.
I leaned down and slurped his dick into my mouth. Josh gasped and grabbed my head and pushed me further down. I love the flavour, all musky and salty with sweat. I lifted up my head and realized that Sanjay was struggling to take Trevor's dick into his throat, gasping and groaning as Trevor hiked his hips up.
I felt Josh's hips move and he pushed his cock back into my mouth, swearing. With a little gasp he said, “Fuck, Mark! You must have learned a few things from Trevor...”
I couldn't say anything, obviously, but I started let him jam his cock deeper, as I awkwardly got out of my pants and kicked them off. Josh put his hand on the back of my head and gave me a hyper-active series of thrusts, his cock tickling the back of my throat. I realized I was rubbing my cock on the sofa and knew I needed more. I let got of Josh and got up on the sofa and fed him my prick, grabbing his head this time and retuning the favour. He grunted and almost choked and I worried that I was being too rough, but when I felt one of his fingers start to worm its way into my asshole, I knew that he was into it.
After pummelling his face for a minute, I pulled out and rubbed the head of my cock all over his lips and his tongue played tag, chasing the head around. He looked up at me with a look of pure lust. I pulled away and sat down so that his dick slipped in between my legs and with some hip motion, I caressed his cock with my balls, then the lengths of two hot muscles rubbed together, all slippery and hard. And we kissed, which surprised me. We kissed in this crazy way as if we were in a hurry and while our lips squished together, I took hold of his dick so I could push my asshole down on it. It was tight but his cock was wet from my mouth and I managed to skewer myself on my cousin.
Fuck it felt good. Not Trevor good, but really nice. I kept kissing him with my arms around his neck and I started to fuck myself down on him, with a gasp or two into his mouth.
I felt some movement and glanced over just as Sanjay leaned backward and managed to slip his head in between Josh and I as Trevor – with Sanjay's legs over his shoulders, was in the midst of lubing his cock. He threw the bottle on the floor and hiked Sanjay's hips up, then started to push. Sanjay looked up at me and his face was all complicated as he concentrated on taking Trevor's long dick. My belly and Josh's were massaging his head as Josh fucked me, Sanjay's head lifting up every time I did.
We kept it up for a minute, but then Josh looked over at Trevor and I knew what he was thinking right away. Sure enough, he said, “Trevor...I want that cock inside me.”
He pushed Sanjay and I off and said, “We need a bed for this.”
He walked into their bedroom and threw himself down. I picked up the lube and followed, then Trevor cane in and crawled on the bed, and wrapped his arms around Josh as they had a long, tongue-filled kiss.
Josh sat up and took the lube from me and made himself all slippery. He got on top of Trevor and sat down on his cock. Then, just as I hoped, he said, to me. “You know what I want, right?”
And I did. I got up behind him, squeezed lube all over my dick and began to push my cock in over top of Trevor's. When I was all in, Josh almost yelled, saying, “Holy fuck, dude. How do you take Trevor's dick?”
I kissed the back of his head and said, “Yeah, Josh, but you're taking both of us.”
Trevor began to fuck and I felt his big pole massaging my cock from underneath. I started to thrust at the same time so that Josh's ass was stretching and caressing us. It was wild and intense, but then suddenly got way more intense, when I felt Sanjay's dick investigating my hole. I stopped moving while he squeezed in. I shut my eyes trying to get my head around all the sensations. Once Sanjay was all in, and having wrapped his arms around my torso, I was able to fuck Josh again, co-ordinating with Trevor and being fucked my Sanjay at the same time.
I got used to it, and Sanjay's body behind me was like ballast and I used to steady myself, fucking faster as Trevor fucked faster, feeling all snug and sticky in Josh's hole. Josh seemed to be in another dimension, his body still as our two cocks filled him. But intensity like that can't last and I knew that I was going to blow really soon, so I sped up, managing to say while I gasped, “Fuck, dudes, I'm almost there!”
And then I was there and even though everyone continued to move and thrust and fuck and be fucked, my cock was spurting into Josh and getting Trevor's dick all slimy with my cum. Then I heard him start to moan with ever-increasing volume and as I kept fucking, more cum started to lubricate Josh's ass, so our dicks moved more easily, coated with our cum.
When I slowed, then stopped, Sanjay took over, fucking fast and tucking his chin in beside my neck and when he came, he was breathing really fast and shallow as if he had just sprinted a hundred metres.
Josh was the first to move, pulled off our cocks and laying down next to Trevor, who was lying there sweaty and spent. His dick was all covered in cum, so I leaned down and cleaned him off, loving the flavour of our combined loads on my tongue.
I slid down on Trevor's other side and took his hand, Sanjay lying perpendicular with his head on Josh's thigh. I hadn't expected this particular combination, but I sure as hell enjoyed it.
We lay still for a while, just breathing. The air was rich with the smell of our bodies, of cum and sex and guy, and other good things. I turned and nuzzled Trevor's neck and kissed my way up to his mouth, feeling grounded and safe as I always do with him. I felt like we could do anything and I would feel this way.
Then I heard Josh's voice. “So you guys...we're going to do the editing tonight and hopefully in a day or so, we'll be ready to send the file to the people who most don't want to see it: like Sergei's father and maybe a relative or two. Remember, the file has a self-destruct trigger if anyone tries to restore the your faces or your voices, assuming they know how. Any questions?
I liked Josh's no-nonsense attitude. Especially after being double-fucked five minutes before. I said the thing that had been bothering me a little since we started this. “So when Sergei hears that he's been recorded, won't he go after Ilya?”
Sanjay said, “Yeah. We thought of that. We're talking to Ilya about it. He thinks Sergei won't have a chance. He'll be whisked off the Russia so fast he won't know what hit him. But nevertheless, Ilya also said that he and Stephen are ready to leave Vancouver, so Sergei will have a hard time finding him anyway.” He lifted his head and looked at me. “I bet Stephen hasn't had a chance to tell you?”
I was shocked and, no, he hadn't told me. I said, “Wow. That's a surprise.” I thought about it for a minute. I could tell Trevor was looking at me.
We eventually all got up and found our clothes and Trevor and I went back to our hotel. When we were tucked into bed, I finally said, “I guess Stephen and Ilya are really in it, aren't they? I mean, I guess the whole Sergio thing is part of it, but maybe they have some kind of understanding.”
Trevor leaned in and nuzzled my neck and said, “But you wish he'd told you by now, right?”
My Trevor. He always gets me. “Yeah. But given all this with Sergei, it kind of makes sense. And it's not like they don't have the money...”
Trevor snorted, saying, “Yeah, well, I guess divorcing a shit like Sergei has to be worth it somehow. And besides, we'll have a place to visit wherever they go.” He stopped, clearly thinking. Then he turned and stared at the ceiling. “And when I get my doctorate, who knows where we'll live. Depends on where I find work and where you want to practice. Maybe it will be England? Wouldn't that be cool? Remember, I have a British passport.”
I hadn't thought of that. I could work anywhere, I realized. But I knew what would make it easier. I said, “That's another reason we need to get married soon. So we can emigrate to the UK if we want.”
Trevor turned to me and wrapped his arms around me more tightly. He said, “You're right. Let's do it. Let's fucking get married!”
We got on a plane the next day headed east and went back to our lives in K. My last year before I went to medical school for me. What the hell would the future be like? All I knew is we would be in it together and that made anything seem possible.
Oh, and one more thing before I send you back to Stephen. The next morning I woke up to an e-transfer from Ilya. I won't tell you how much but suffice it to say it was a very respectable five figures, well on the way to six figures. I hadn't expected it, and part of me didn't want it, but Trevor said, "We're going to keep it. Ilya is showing us how grateful he is. We can't refuse that gratitude, right?"
My Trevor. Such a sensible, sensitive guy.
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