Chapter 7

Dave walked into his bedroom and smirked. There, lying on his bed, completely naked, was John. The boy stroked his rock hard cock slowly as he watched the blond enter, the smirk on his lips devious, his eyes hungry. Dave's clothes disappeared, as if they were never there, and his dick was so hard it hurt, pre-cum dripping as he approached John. The prone boy smirked and raised his legs up allowing Dave to step between before resting them on the blonde's hips. Dave groaned as he pushed his dick into delicious tightness, the boy under him squirming and biting his lips. As he pumped in and out of the writhing boy, Dave wasn't shocked when a strong arm slid around his torso, a rock hard cock pressed against his flexing ass muscles. Turning, Dave locked lips with his brother and Dirk chuckled.

"Wake up, little man."

Dave closed his eyes and bit his lips as the pressure around his cock pulsed, his hips bucking as he moaned, "Feels so good."

"Wake up," Dirk's voice was husky, yet quiet.

Dave let his eyes flutter open. He was in the hotel room, the ceiling above him and a soft warm bed beneath him. Also above him were the glowing orange eyes of his brother, smoldering like embers as he smiled down at the boy. Dave's hips bucked involuntarily and he thrashed his head to the side as waves of pleasure continued to beat deep in his groin. As he felt his climax building, Dave rose his head to watch his brother's hand pumping up and down his shaft, his naked body almost completely uncovered and glistening with sweat. With a whimper, Dave thrust his hips as his head hit the pillow, his release spilling out of him and splashing onto his skin.

"Mornin'," Dirk drawled, contemplating his fingers, now sticky and glistening.

Dave kept quiet, his breathing returning to normal before Dirk spoke again, "I'm going out. I need to get some information and it'll be easier to go alone."

Dave's heart sank, but he kept quiet as Dirk finished, "If I'm not back by nightfall, you are to take the black duffle bag and use what I've put in there for you to disappear. I'd suggest leaving the country."

"Dirk?" Dave attempted to keep the fear out of his voice.

"Here," Dirk whipped his cum splattered hand on the bed before producing a small vinyl bag and handing it to his brother, "Amuse yourself with this."

Dave pulled a box emblazoned with the words Nexus 4 from the bag and smiled, but he quickly turned to his brother, "You will come back, right?"

Dirk leaned in and pressed a kiss to Dave's lips, making the blond sigh before he parted all too quickly, making his way to the door and leaving Dave sitting there naked and crestfallen. After a few minutes, the young man extricated himself from the bed and padded off to the bathroom. Steam rolled and the water burned but Dave let the heat sink into his sore muscles. Once clean, the blond stepped from the shower and up to the mirror.

His hair was still wet and spikey from toweling it down. His eyes glowed like waning embers, red and shining. He let them meet their own reflection for only a second before the chills caused him to look away. He hated looking into his owns eyes, it made him almost feel his mortality, and as of recent attempts to bring it, Dave didn't want to be reminded how close death was. He traced the lines of his features, final coming to rest on the fine, soft hairs that had begun to sprout on his chin. It had been days since he had shaven. Grabbing the complimentary razor and cream, Dave lathered his face and turned on the warm water.

The scraping sound the razor made as it danced across his skin made the hairs on his neck stand up, but the relief of seeing a smooth, hairless path carved out of the foam made Dave smirk. He loved being clean, and shaving was one was of assuring that. It always made him feel at ease. With every scrape of the razor, every rinse of the blade in the hot water, Dave felt his anxiety over his brother lessen. They had survived much worse than an outing, and besides the cell phone tracking should've led their pursuers on a false trail for the time being. Still, it would be handy to know what all was in the duffle.

Once his face was clean and Dave had run his fingers through his hair, approving his look in the mirror, the blond went in search of something to wear. The black boxer briefs weren't his usual fare, but after feeling the way they clung to his form and accentuated his bulge, Dave found his way to the full length mirror and smirked, imagining how Dirk would drool over the sight. Digging back through his suitcase, Dave pulled out a tight pair of black jeans. Clinging to his legs almost like they were painted there, Dave again mused at his reflection, enjoying how the boxer briefs mixed with the skinny jeans made his package more prominent, yet hung loosely lower down on his hips, enticing the eye. A long sleeve graphic t-shirt finished the ensemble, white with red sleeves painted tightly on his torso with the emblem of a record on it.

Going over his reflection a few times, Dave finally was satisfied and searched the duffle bag his brother had indicated. Unzipping the bag, Dave let out a low whistle. Several wraps of hundred dollar bills looked back at him, their mustard wrapper blazoning their bundled amount. $10,000. And there were, at quick glance, at least twenty bundles. There was a small packet with a jet black bank card with the emblem and letter SNB emblazoned on it. It didn't take long for Dave to figure out the anagram. The Swiss National Bank. His brother had left him a fucking card to a Swiss bank account as well as at least two hundred thousand dollars in cash. Accompanying the card and cash was a passport under the name of David Knight, naming Dave as a 22 year old native of Florida. The blond laughed. There were various bits of paperwork including some contacts and their uses, a birth certificate and social security card.

Resealing the bag, his curiosity sated for the moment, Dave flopped onto the bed and unwrapped the new phone his brother had given him. After the initial set up and procedures, Dave inserted his SD card and was relieved when all his contacts, pictures, and music flashed up and into the phone's memory. Wasting no time, Dave opened a text window and typed a message to John.

hey man you alive? I got a new number. It's Dave.

Returning to his settings, it didn't take long till Dave received a reply.

Dave! Thank goodness youre ok I've been so worried! Where are you?

Dave frowned, he knew he couldn't reveal his location just yet.

Can't exactly say man. You?

When his phone chimed, Dave eagerly looked at the text. He blinked. He closed the text window, shut off the phone, waited patiently for it to turn back on and reopened the text. There was no mistaking what he saw.

Staying at the Hotel Monaco in Denver. We got in this morning.

Dave swallowed nervously. There was no way. John must have been compromised. Some government agent must have his phone. Dave pictured his best friend being held hostage, or worse… No. He refused to think of that inevitability. He tried to think of a way to make sure. It hit him as his eyes glanced over his laptop bag. His finger's flew quickly over the keys, his mind racing through a million possibilities as he did.

Wanna play some League? I can't wait to trounce you with my favorite character, Teemo.

Dave counted every heartbeat as he waited for the response. When the phone lit up and vibrated with a beep, the blond closed his eyes and prepared himself for the worst. Tears of relief almost sprung to his eyes as he read John's response.

Come on, Dave. It's not nice to make fun of me. I know you hate Teemo, but he's fun to play.

Dave replied fervently, his hands shaking at the prospect of what he was about to suggest.

Come to room 413. Don't ask, just knock three times.

Grabbing the pistol from his bag, Dave quickly strode to the door and waited, his heart beating in his throat. He nearly jumped when the knock came, tentative yet three distinct knocks. Peering through the spy hole, Dave nearly cried at the sight he saw. There stood John with a confused look on his face. Stowing the pistol in the back of his pants, Dave opened the door.

John's khaki shorts were held tightly to his waste by a black belt, the excess which hung down a few inches near his right pocket. His legs were tanned and covered in a light dusting of black hair. His toes wiggled bare on the carpet of the hallway. His black shirt was loose and flowing, pulled across his chest from where he held his hands awkwardly behind him, keeping balance as he rocked on his heels. His eyes, as they met Dave's, were sapphire blue and sparkled as they connected with Dave's ember ones.

Dave pulled John in quickly and closed the door before launching in to hug his friend tightly. John squeaked at first but then let out a hearty chuckle as he wrapped his arms around Dave and crushed him tight to his chest. The enormity of the situation breached upon Dave and he held tightly to John. This was the first time they'd ever met face to face. The first time they'd ever hugged, ever touched. John was alive, and by some strange circumstance in Denver at the same hotel as him. Dave thanks whatever god was willing to claim responsibility for the act. Laughing himself, Dave pulled back and smiled at John, pretenses of coolness temporarily forgotten in the joy of the moment.

"What the fuck ya doin here man?"

"I could ask you the same thing," John laughed and Dave felt his heart skip a beat.

"My brother and I had to leave our apartment quick," Dave thought up a quick lie, "Electrical fire. So while paperwork is being sorted out, we kind of went on an impromptu excursion."

John seemed to buy it with a bright smile, "Wow! Well I'm glad you're ok. Yeah, Dad came home from his trip and told me to pack up, said he wanted to take me camping all of a sudden. Though, to be honest, we haven't done any camping yet."

"So weird that we're in the same place by chance," Dave shook his head, attempting to keep his eyes from raking over his friend. The boy looked like a God and the clean, crisp smell that rolled off of him was affecting Dave's senses and he had to concentrate to not reveal his feeling in a very obvious, pants tenting way.

"Yeah," the bespectacled boy laughed, "I thought we were going to Salt Lake City, but then last night Dad suddenly changed his mind. We got in about six this morning."

"It's good to finally see you John," Dave couldn't fully hide the relief in his voice but if John heard it, he chose to ignore it.

After some banter exchanged and a quick trip back to his room for his laptop, John plopped down on the floor beside the bed and the two pulled up their favorite game to play together. They laughed and talked over the game as they plunged in like nothing was strange or unusual to them. Dave had convinced himself that all was well, he'd even stowed the gun under the pillow when John had left to grab his stuff. It was getting on late afternoon when the door handle turned and Dave and John both looked up from their laptops to see Dirk walking in, a bag of Chinese food held loosely in his hand.

Dirk stopped when he saw the dark haired boy on the floor next to Dave, his orange eyes flickering between the two boys as the bag crashed to the floor. Quickly pulling a gun from his pants, Dirk whirled and pointed it out the still open door.

"Dirk," Dave started, "it's just John."

"So I see," Dirk took a few steps back from the open door, his pistol trained out the opening.

Dave was about to question his brother when he saw another pistol lead its way into the room, followed by a man in a long sleeve white button down and a fedora. Judging by the complexion and the blue eyes, Dave could tell it was John's dad. As the two men entered the room, the older man nodded to the older blond, never taking his eyes off of him.

"Hello, Dirk."