Jonathan moved down the corridor from his uncle's office/bedroom. Greg had slipped his pants back on and quickly caught up to him.
"Jonathan, please don't be angry with me. I just..."
"Greg, I have never imagined my uncle being with me while I was engaged with any of you! The only time that has happened was at the club with Bruce. I haven't done it since, and I don't understand why you guys think I would do that!" his emotion was expressed clearly to the doctor as he lifted his arms away from his sides while he spoke.
"Okay, Jonathan. It's ok. We just want to know that when you're with us, it's us you're with." The man coiled to think for a moment of what he had just said.
Jonathan grinned at him, his point clearly taken for what it meant. But he could tell that Greg wasn't sure it had come out the way he wanted it to. "I understand what you're saying, Greg. And I promise that is not the case." He affirmed.
"Good...Now...Can we finish what we started?" the expression on the man's face almost made Jonathan laugh. It was apparent he absolutely wanted him.
"Well, I thought we would meander down to your room and see what's cookin' there." Jonathan eased an arm around the man slowly beginning to lead him in that direction.
"Jonathan, you're such a tease." Greg's face broke into a broad grin.
*****
Tony could sense the man following him and he knew Peter would be close behind. His mind became a sudden conglomerate of scenarios that might have a severe impact on them and the establishment. What he didn't want to happen was most likely what might transpire, and he would be there to possibly fumble the attempt at best.
Knowing the man was too close behind to dart into another room, he continued to the men's room where he quickly ducked into a stall, closing the door. Standing on the toilet he crouched waiting for his predator. His ears perked as the door opened, his hand reached for his weapon and silencer.
One by one, the doors of the stalls were being opened, each cubicle checked for his presence. His pulse rushed through his veins almost pounding out a loud tempo in his ears. A line of perspiration beaded over his upper lip. He forced his breathing to remain calm, low and silent.
His arms propped on his thighs; he coiled when the man tried the door of the stall where he was. When it didn't open, he anticipated him reaching for his weapon. In the same instant, Peter entered the room, becoming an open target to the man. But, before he could react upon it, Tony lunged from the stall.
The two men slid across the floor, Tony, making contact with the other, sending them splaying to the floor. Stunned momentarily, he scrambled to ward the other man off, desperate to keep him from shooting Peter outright. But, before he could manage it, the man was up. He felt the sudden tremendous pain accompanied by a buzz, lights flashing across his vision just before blackness claimed him.
*****
A soft moan escaped the doctor whose arms were wrapped around Jonathan's thin, but developing frame. Their lips were meshed against the others, engaged in a long ardent kiss. Jonathan's hands slowly eased down over the man's back drawing him in closer, tighter to him.
He could feel every part of him snuggly pressed against him now. And as wonderful as that was to him, it just didn't seem to be enough. A hand slipped down the small of the man's back, moving inertly over his bottom. There, he firmly pulled him closer as he wedged his thigh between the doctor's.
Both of them were normally submissive to their partners, not usually taking the lead in most sexual encounters. Yet, it seemed that Jonathan would explore the area of being more assertive than he normally was. Greg didn't seem to mind that at all, as he followed his lead comfortably.
The kiss became a fervently heated affectation of need and rising urgency. The deeper they affected it, the more they seemed to desire of it. Long searching sweeps, tightly connected lips that occasionally slid across the other's, hands that plundered expectantly, soft moans escaping one or the other, all became the order of the moment. An urgent plea of need that neither of them could deny coursed throughout the atmosphere of the room.
Greg's body was so heightened by Jonathan's attentions; every tiny hair stood on end, wave after wave of thrilling arousal washing over him. The slightest touch of Jonathan's hands and fingers seemed to singe them as they drifted lightly over his flesh. Seeking out whatever goal, they're purpose known to them both, they would linger here and there to tease a most sensitive area.
Greg shivered violently, snatching air into his lungs in the same moment. He exhaled a shuddering breath as he drew back to look into Jonathan's eyes. A slight grin tugged at the corners of his lips, the expression in his eyes told of alluring mischief. All the while the backs of his fingers traveled lightly down the doctor's chest and abdomen. Further they drifted, effortlessly searching their goal. Greg shivered time and again because of the effectual light touch.
Their eyes locked in a mutual stare, the hand finally settled over the prominent outline of Greg's manhood. The fingers teased, trailing down over the length gracefully, slowly, before the entire hand rested against it, though it was hidden beneath the material of the pants he wore.
The doctor's head dropped back, his mouth gaping as he shuddered again. Then abruptly, he lifted his head pressing this forehead against Jonathan's collarbone. Trembling, he sucked in quick gulps of air, moaning between each in rhythm with his sudden release. He clung to Jonathan's body tightly, given to the effect the young man's skills had had on him. Unconsciously, he pressed against his hand as it glided over him.
*****
Bruce cringed suddenly as he rounded the corner to the corridor leading to the men's room. The fire alarm resounded so that he pressed his hands to his ears to mute its high pitched whir. Looking toward the end of the hallway, the fire exit door was slowly closing. He barely caught a glimpse of the man that had been watching them, his hand tightly gripping Peter's arm.
Dashing toward the door, he shoved it open giving no thought of his well being. As soon as he crossed the threshold someone grasped each arm thrusting him back inside the building. The door slammed in his face as he tried once more to get through the door, knocking him back. Loosing his footing, he landed on the carpeted floor.
Scrambling to his feet he started for the door again.
"Sir! You can't go out that door!" Someone called from behind.
He immediately stopped, spinning on the ball of his foot to face the host of the establishment. "Three men just kidnapped my friend! Call the police!" he yelled back at the man.
Obvious confusion contorted the hosts' face as he stood staring at Bruce.
"Please, call the cops, my friend is in danger!" He begged, then turned pushing the door open hard, stepping out in time to see a car speeding out of the driveway. "No!" He ran after them as fast as his legs could carry him. But the driver gunned the accelerator screeching away faster than he could run.
Rushing toward the BMW, he jumped in cranking the engine. Quickly, he was speeding down the street after his lover. His mind was a blur of confusion as he sped to catch up with the rental car ahead. Nothing of Tony entered his mind at the moment. All he could think about was getting Peter back and away from these thugs. And everything was happening so fast; he was reacting, not thinking, really.
As he begun to catch up with the medium sized economy car, he could see Peter in the back seat giving the two blondes a terrible fight. His elbow caught the one on his right in the nose, while he fought with the other, his arm around his throat. Then, suddenly, he lunged forward grasping the steering wheel of the car. It swerved one way, then the other, as he and the driver engaged in a tussle.
