.He got home and quickly headed upstairs after his father told him not to worry too much about the mission. The words scared him—his dad would never say something like that. Once in his room, Liam stripped off his clothes roughly and grabbed his new phone. Jeff's message was already waiting, as if it had been sent the moment he opened it.
"Hi, princess."
Liam smiled to himself before replying.
"Who is princess?"
"You are my princess. So tell me, how are you doing? How did the meeting go? I hope they didn't stress you out too much."
"And why should I report to you, sir?"
"It's fine if you don't want to. I just want you to be okay… for me, babe."
"I'm not your babe. I'm Liam. We had sex—it doesn't mean we're dating."
"Really? I thought it did."
"Shut up… Anyway, the meeting was fine. My dad's been acting all weird, and we have a mission next week so I have to prepare."
"Wow… Well, it's fine. I'll come visit you once I'm off work. Byeee, baby."
"Bye, Liam—not baby."
He kept smiling while typing. Jeff's messages brought smiles to his face without any effort.
"I didn't need to text you, Ben. Since Liam is gone, you're coming with me."
"Sir, but… I need to—"
"Nothing. Let's go."
Arthur dragged him to the car, made him sit, and drove off. When they got home and stepped out, Ben asked nervously, "Sir, what's the punishment?"
"The punishment is that you will stay with me for three whole days."
"But sir, I need to work. Liam would kill me."
"My son wouldn't do anything."
Arthur took him inside and asked if he wanted anything specific for dinner. Scared, Ben said he wasn't hungry, but he quickly realized it wasn't wise to refuse Arthur. Burgers and fries were ordered. Arthur handed him a bathing robe to wear after his bath.
Ben stepped out of the bathroom, and Arthur was already on the bed.
Arthur's POV
He came out of the bathroom looking like an angel that had just dropped out of heaven.
I had never seen a man so beautiful in my entire life. His delicate body movements, that angelic Asian features—something about him made me want to lose control. He raised his face to look at me and my heart melted. How did Liam get hold of this beauty? How did he get so lucky?
He stood there with a neutral expression I couldn't read. Every force on earth pushed me to stand up, grab him, pin him to this bed, and make him mine forever—marry him even. But I couldn't move at first.
He started walking toward me. My heart wasn't stable anymore. I forced myself to stand, intending to invite him to the sitting room for dinner, but different words came out.
"Ben… you are so beautiful."
His face turned red as he looked up at me with those ocean eyes.
"God!! Don't look at me like that. It's making me want to do something I'll regret."
He looked scared now, and it killed me. I didn't want to frighten him.
"Sir—"
"Ben, please stop with the 'sir.' It makes me feel bad."
Then, to my greatest surprise, he looked me directly in the eyes and smirked.
"Arthur… will you kiss me, or do you want me to do it?"
I didn't hesitate. I wrapped my hands around his waist, pulled him close, and kissed him. I kissed him so long he ran out of breath. I started with his lips, taking both at once, devouring them like I wanted to eat them. Then I went for his tongue, sucking the tip before swallowing it whole. The sweetness was intoxicating. I returned to his lips, claiming them completely.
In my excitement I forgot he needed to breathe. When I tried to pull back, he held me there and kissed me back. Shocked but thrilled, I moved my hands up his back. He wasn't wearing the bathing robe anymore—just my big shirt that hung loosely on him. Nothing underneath. My hands slid down to his ass, grabbing and pressing like fresh dough. He moaned softly.
Ben's POV
He grabbed my ass and pulled me up against him. For a second I regretted only wearing the shirt, but I couldn't hold back the moan. I tried to pull away but he held me tight, refusing to release my mouth. I was already regretting kissing him back.
Before I could think, he carried me. His hands slipped under the shirt as he moved to the bed. He broke the kiss and attacked my neck.
"Ahhhh—Arthur!"
He kissed and sucked my neck, then my Adam's apple. Hearing him moan turned me on even more. He dropped me on the bed and roughly yanked his shirt off. I was burning up inside.
He came back immediately, kissing me while his hands worked lower. One stroked my cock, the other teased my chest. He understood my need—he shoved his shorts down. His cock was rock hard, dripping with precum. I wanted to taste it, but he couldn't wait. No condom, no questions. He lifted my legs and slid in.
I'd had sex with men before, so it wasn't new, but the raw feeling without protection hit different. He fucked me fast and rough, moaning like I held his life in my hands. I wrapped my legs around his waist, making him go deeper and harder. He pounded aggressively. I screamed. He kissed me to muffle it and went even harder. Then he flipped me over, spread my legs wide again, and kept thrusting.
"Arthur… Arthur, yeah—right there! Yes, Arthur!"
Arthur's POV
"Yes baby, you're killing me."
I fucked him like he'd always been mine. I spanked his ass and kept going. I grabbed his long hair, pulled his head back, and kissed him fiercely, biting his lips. He moaned for more. My other hand stroked his cock fast. We were both close. I came deep inside him. He spilled over my hand. I turned him around and licked every drop off his body like spilled milk.
(I'd learned it all from online research after that first time.)
My POV
They both lay in bed, breathless. Arthur pulled Ben close, hugged him tightly, and kissed the tip of his ear.
"Ben, marry me."
"For sex??"
"No. Marry me. Be my wife, please."
Ben searched his face and saw how serious he was.
"But… you don't even know me."
"I will get to know you soon. Just accept to be mine and everything will be yours."
"Hmmm… I'm sleepy now. I'll talk to you when I have the strength."
He already sounded like a wife. Arthur smiled, pecked his lips, and tucked him in.
"Just alert me if you're hungry, okay?"
"Hmm."
They both drifted off.
Liam was in his room when guards alerted him that Tasha was approaching. He came down and sat in the sitting room. She barged in.
"Ooh, here you are. You blocked my number??"
"What are you doing here, Tasha?"
"You blocked me and thought that would be the end?" She looked around. "Do you want me to say it here, or will you tell your bunch of losers to leave?"
He signaled the guards to leave.
"Now, you know I have the video of you kissing Jeff, right? Good. Listen carefully. My brother is part of your mission. Make him the leader. Let him do whatever he wants. Respect him as your superior. Secondly, Jeff will be my boyfriend. Stay away from him."
"Get out."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Get your little ass out of my house before I bounce you out myself."
"What?! Are you not moved?"
"Out!!!"
She left, furious.
The team gathered at Liam's place for the mission meeting. Daniel, dressed in all black, stared directly at Liam. Ned sat smirking—his sister had clearly told him everything. Colin stayed quiet.
Ned stood up. "As the leader of this mission, I want to say that no one will go against my rules, or I'll do something tragic…"
"Shut the hell up and sit down. Who made you leader?"
"Ooh, sissy boy. You should know by now—"
Liam's fist flew and smashed into Ned's nose. Blood poured. Ned clutched his face, embarrassed. Daniel smirked. Colin looked worried.
"Anyone else?" Liam asked. Silence. "Good. Let's proceed."
They planned for hours until everything was set. Everyone left except Daniel.
"Uh, Liam?"
"Yes?"
"Can I talk to you? Wanna go out for a drink sometime?"
"Why?"
"Nothing… just to hang out."
"Hmm. I'll think about it."
"I'll text you."
"Sure."
Liam's phone rang. It was Jeff, sounding urgent.
"Hey Liam, are you home?"
"Yeah. What's going on?"
"Just wait until I get there."
Jeff arrived ten minutes later.
"Hey, are you okay?"
"I'm fine. What is it?"
Jeff noticed the blood on Liam's hand. "Baby… what happened?"
"I punched Tasha's brother. Mafia business."
Jeff kissed the injured hand, bandaged it gently, and kissed it again. Liam blushed hard. It felt good to be cared for.
It was mission day. Liam hadn't told Jeff the exact date to avoid worrying him. They headed out, met Mr. Joe, and were ambushed. Liam fought fiercely—shooting, running, never missing. They captured Joe, but Ned had disappeared. Then everything went black.
Liam woke tied up.
"Where am I? Who are you?"
Ned appeared, followed by Tasha with her camera. Two rough men joined them.
Tasha smiled. "Since you like men, I brought you some."
They tore his clothes off. He resisted and was beaten bloody. Stripped to his underwear, legs tied wide open. Tasha whipped him viciously while recording. Ned pulled out a vibrator.
"Since my sister isn't enough for you, I'll handle it myself."
A gunshot rang out. One man dropped. Another was shot in the leg. Ned took a hit to the arm. Tasha dropped her phone and fled.
"Jeff?" Liam rasped.
"I'm here, baby. Let me take you home."
Jeff wrapped Liam in his jacket, carried him to the car, and cried the whole way. He'd gotten a warning from Daniel and tracked Liam's location.
Back at Jeff's, Liam panicked about the video.
"Don't worry. I got her phone," Jeff reassured him, holding him tight.
Liam slept, Ben held him still crying and promising himself hard to deal with Tasha and ned