Security by Mike Shade Page A

Sleep."
     
He wriggled his ass, pressing it back into Simon. "Oh, I think this is going to be fun, Simon. I can't wait to feel that pop when you've had a nap."
     
"Little shit." Simon actually smiled.
He grinned and wriggled a bit more, before settling. "I try." "Sleep." Simon's hand circled his waist.
"Yes, sir!" he snapped sharply, chuckling, settling. He could sleep, actually. He was fucking tired.
He wondered how Bay was doing, a twinge going through him as he thought of his twin.
     
Simon sighed, a soft snore sounding, the hand on his waist heavy, hot.
     
Ken couldn't help thinking this would be perfect with Bay pushed up against his front, Rick shielding his twin from the other side.
     
He let Simon's heat shield him from reality and drifted off.
Chapter Five
     
Rick wandered the hall of the little apartment. If Bay didn't sleep soon, Rick was going to start drugging him. The apartment was tiny, in the middle of downtown Dallas, everything delivered, secure. Perfect. He'd called and verified that Simon and Primary One were fine and that their employer hadn't been killed. Now they were waiting. And waiting. And waiting.
     
"You hungry, Bay?"
     
Bay shook his head. Like usual.
     
"Basil." He waited until those green eyes met his. "You have to eat. I am not taking a starved man to Ken."
     
"I... I itch, Rick. You don't know what it's like. We've never been apart."
     
Rich sighed, sat down and massaged Bay's shoulders. "No and yes. I do know a little."
     
Bay leaned into his touches with a little sound that might have been a sob. "You know?"
     
"Simon was a twin. So I know a little, yeah." "Was?" Bay shivered.
"Yeah. Samuel was his name. Uh, Simon and I were on a job, things got bad and we scrambled. They didn't have names, just descriptions, and Sammy was on his way to work when his car exploded. Simon was with me. I got to see what happened."
Neither of them ever recovered, either, from being together then.
     
Bay whimpered and turned, pushing against him, face buried in his chest. "That's terrible."
     
He rocked, pet Bay's head. "Yeah. Yeah, it was. It broke him. Hell, broke me. So you see? You gotta hold it together, Bay." He didn't know why for sure he was telling Bay this, except there was something dear about the boy, something trustworthy and fragile.
     
"Because Ken and me will be together again soon, 'cause that didn't happen to us." Another shudder went through Bay. "I always thought if we were apart for a long time we'd feel each other. I don't feel him, Rick. And it's so lonely."
     
"Oh, he's driving Simon crazy, poking and pushing and bitching, missing you." He kept rubbing, kept touching.
     
Bay giggled. "I bet they’re fucking like bunnies."
     
He nodded. "Probably. Simon's got a high drive when he's stressed."
     
Bright green eyes looked up at him. "Ken's got a high drive, period. God, I miss him." Bay blinked as the green eyes filled, rubbing his own cheek.
     
"Another ten days. Think of it as a vacation." He stroked Bay's jaw.
     
Bay's eyes half-closed, the kid nuzzling against his hand
like a cat. Rick kept petting, kept touching, half-hoping to ease the sweet boy into sleep.
     
Bay gasped softly, moaned. "Oh... feels good."
     
"Mmm... Yeah. It does." He kept easing Bay's tension, let his fingers stroke.
     
"Oh... I've never... without Ken, too." Bay was pushing into his touches though, moaning softly.
     
"We don't have to do anything, Bay." "Want to. Please. I ache."
"Okay." He leaned them back, brushed a soft kiss against Bay's forehead. "You look so tired."
     
Bay nodded. "Exhausted." Bay's face turned up expectantly.
     
It was still a bad idea.
     
He brought their lips together, kissing Bay gently as he could. Bay whimpered, mouth opening, hands sliding to his shoulders and holding on tight.
     
"Shh... I've got you." He held Bay, hands petting and holding close.
     
Bay moved against him. "You feel so good."
     
"Yeah? You like?" He smiled, licking Bay's lips. "You taste