The Russos 11 by D J Manly

Author:D J Manly [Manly, D J]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 1601800851
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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The clock ticked away on the wall and Drake sat in a chair in his bedroom watching the second hand jerk away the seconds. It was twenty minutes to two. He laid his head back against the chair and closed his eyes, a half empty glass of whiskey in his hand.

The walk had helped some, stilled the restlessness in his limbs. Now, the house was quiet and dark and the pain was near. "Damn you, Johnny," he whispered.

He laid beside him that night in Cuba. Johnny complained of a headache. He knew he was feeling bad. He'd put cold compresses on his forehead, held his hand.

"It's okay, baby," Johnny had told him, as if it was him who needed comforting. "You'll be okay."

"What do you mean, I'll be okay? You're the one with the headache, remember?"

Johnny had reached up with his hand and touched his cheek. "You are so beautiful. You know, I used to curse your beauty."

"Don't be stupid," Drake had chastised him, slightly embarrassed.

"No, I did, because it practically drove me insane at times. Not even the cocaine killed the strength of this desire I have for you. Do you know how it hurts me that I don't have the strength to fuck you?"

"Johnny. It doesn't matter. You'll get stronger, and you know what?" He had snuggled down beside him into his arms. "We'll have a fucking marathon."

Johnny laughed. He could still hear that laugh in his head. "We've had those before," he'd said. "I miss you, Drake. I miss you so much. I'm scared."

"Don't be scared," Drake had told him, kissing his cheek. "I'm here. I won't leave you."

"Do you think it's cold...in the ground?"

Drake's head lowered, the liquor tipped onto the carpet, the glass fell out of his hand. He fought the tears.

A hand smoothed back his hair suddenly; soft lips kissed his forehead. Suddenly, he looked up to see Tony crouched in front of him. "It's all right," he said.

"It's all right, baby."

Tony held him close, kissed his cheek again, then sought out his mouth. Drake kissed him hard and deep. He rose from the chair and pressed him back across the floor. He looked at him standing there in front of the bed and he reached out and pulled Tony's T-shirt over his head. He clutched his face, kissed him again. Tony reached for his zipper and pushed his pants down over his hips. He slid down to his knees and took his cock into his mouth.

Drake let his head go back. He closed his eyes.

Do you think it's cold...in the ground?

He balled his hands into fists at his sides, clenched his jaw as his cock pumped into Tony's mouth. Tony stood up and took his hand. He pulled him down on the bed beside him.

Drake laid his head on Tony's shoulder, curled up beside him, and closed his eyes.

"Sleep," Tony said softly. "Sleep, Drake. It will be all right."

Johnny was stroking his hair. "I'm afraid to close my eyes.

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