Disclaimer: See Chapter 10
alethea293 I know what you mean. I am too! Hmmm... Cookies do sound good. I will see what I can do. Oh no, fangirling is fine. I do it all the time hee hee. Yep. Yeah. Many Many Many! Thanks love.
InYourHonor Oh, boo, someone has to love some holiday. I have a tie between Christmas and Halloween. Lol. Yep. Oh don't worry, you will see some more Phil and soon
NeroAnne thank you. Yeah. Yeah. You just gotta find some to do it right! Lol. Yep. Sadly I picked her and Layla because I didn't like them and I really just want to bash on them. Oops. Yeah. Lol Hope this was soon enough.
Redsandman99 Yeah. Don't worry he will.
Corntice78 Yay! Thank you. I'm surprised the chapters are just flying out like this, sometimes I get writers block and I just can't kick it. So (knock on wood) it won't go away! It only gets better, and thank you. I'm always wanting to punch her out when she's on.
Seraphalexiel Yeah. YAY! Ron's a fave! That makes me happy! And yes he does. Thanks.
Magz86 Thank you!
Dirty Little Secret
Jeff was outside, sitting under the patio, long legs covered in a pair of sleep pants. He breathed in the fresh morning air and sighed, finding that it was going to be a lovely day and that he needed to go out to stock up on some candy since Cody had snitched his last sucker the night before. He smiled at the thought, Cody being one of the cutest kids he knew, so naïve but so adorable at the same time. He was reminded of himself when he was living back at him when he looked at Cody, his carefree spirit, his openness mind attitude, the naïveté. He sighed again, thinking of home and how he'd been the one to mess it up. What Shannon had said wasn't wrong, he had been sleeping around with his art teacher, learning different things about his body and how good it felt to have a cock in him. He'd been too ashamed to tell Matt and when the dean had told his father he ran away. It seemed childish but he was innocent to them and he didn't want that tarnished.
"You're never up this early," a sweet voice spoke, a soft hand resting on Jeff's as another body sat next to him.
"Couldn't sleep," Jeff answered, thoughts moving to another person. Phil had been on his mind since their night together a month before. He couldn't stop thinking about how their bodies just fit together.
"Thinking about that guy again huh?"
Jeff snickered, leaning over onto the small shoulder, noticing how much bigger he was getting compared to the little frame next to him. "You never miss a beat. What are you even doing here Gail?" he asked, looking up into her dark eyes that just shimmered in the early morning sun.
She sighed, pulling her knees to her chest as she rested his head on them. "I was sold here," she finally said, thinking back on the day she had come to Mama Melina and Papa Paul's brothel. "As stereotypical as it sounds my parents were Korean refugees that landed in Canada. My mother tried hard to take care of me while my father searched for a job. We barely had food most nights and finally my father told my mother that it would be better if they gave me up. My mother was furious." She paused, tears starting to make her eye sight blurry and her voice shake. "Eventually, my mother finally agreed with my father and they both looked for a good family. They found Papa Paul and when he saw me he said he'd pay them so much. My mother agreed and my father looked away from everything. I've been living here for a long time with Papa Paul, he really is like my father, he took care of me, sent me to school, everything. I was only nine."
Jeff was quiet, letting Gail tell him about her past, something that seemed hard for everyone to talk about that lived there. "But why do you work as one of us?" he asked a moment later, wondering why a man that obviously cared about her would make her work as a common whore.
"Papa Paul isn't the one to blame. Melina when her and Papa Paul got together got jealous that I was around and when they opened this place she put me to work while he was away. I told Papa Paul that I wanted to work her after she told me that if I didn't she was going to throw me out. So here I've been for almost three years," she finished, looking around the yard.
Jeff nodded. "How old are you?" he asked, looking over at Gail curiously.
"Twenty in February, so nineteen." She blushed, she was barely legal.
Jeff sighed. "I feel so fucking old," he muttered, getting up and extending his hand for Gail to get up.
"You're not too old. Ron's in his twenties too, so are Randy, Layla, and Amy," she tried to amend, walking with Jeff around the edge of the fenced in yard.
"Amy's 28 now, just like Matt," he whispered, stopping. "I know Amy."
Gail's eyes widened as she stopped and turned to look at Jeff. "What?" she asked, walking back up to him, her dark eyes looking deep into the emerald orbs.
"Amy dated my brother when I was at home, before I ran away," Jeff admitted, looking up into the changing sky, the sun starting its daily trek. "They were still dating when I left."
Gail nodded, looping her arm with Jeff's. "You're afraid she's told him?"
Jeff nodded, walking with Gail back to the door. "I'm hoping she hasn't but I can't ask her. I don't want to know the answer. I don't want to see Matt, not while I'm like this, while I'm here."
Gail understood. "My mother came to visit me here once, I refused to see her because I was so ashamed to be working here. I'm not saying you should just run up and ask her about him but I want you to know something," she said softly, stopping them on the porch and turning Jeff to look at her in the eyes. "My mother died in an accident a year later and I'm sure she though that I hated her for giving me up. I don't want you to go through the same thing Jeff. Don't let too much time pass by before you find something out, it's more painful that just letting them know." She smiled slightly, patting Jeff on the shoulder before heading back in the house, leaving Jeff to think about what she had said.
Jeff stood there, thinking over what he was told. He looked up to the changing sky, unsure if he wanted to know if Matt was alive or not. He wanted his brother to be alive and happy without sparring him a thought. He sighed, covering his bare arms with his hands. He hoped Matt thought he were dead, or at least forgotten about him. He knew it had to have been hard on Gail with her mother but he wished the opposite. He didn't want Matt to see him, not after all he'd done. He was too pathetic, too worthless. "Matt…" he whispered, the slight breeze carrying off his words. He turned back to the house tears in his eyes.
John chased after Cody, yelling at him to stop and relinquish the last cookie from the kitchen. He hurried up the stairs sure that he was going to catch Cody, who was now picking himself up from his little slip.
Cody rushed down the foyer, finding the only door open to be Randy's. He hurried inside, finding Randy sitting cross legged across from Ron and Jeff, all talking quietly. He jumped on the bed, landing right in the middle of the three. "Hi," he huffed, mouth full of cookie as he tried to hurry up and chew it and swallow.
John stopped at the door, leaning against the frame to catch his breath. "You ass," he mumbled, standing up straight and walking over.
"What's going on with you two?" Ron asked, leaning against the headboard of Randy's bed with a smile. He looked over at John, almost sympathetic with him.
"He took the last cookie," John muttered, crossing his arms like a little kid before he got stepped over to the bed with the other four, waiting for the nod that Randy gave him to show that it was alright to sit.
Jeff chuckled, ruffling Cody's hair before scooting closer to Ron to make a little more room for the two new occupants.
"What are you up to?" Cody asked, maneuvering so his legs hung off the side but his head was in Jeff's lap.
"We were just talking," Randy replied, scooting a little closer to Ron, giving John enough room to cross his legs too. "Cody, it's really not nice to take the last cookie."
Cody stuck his tongue out at Randy, their relationship only improving since their talk the week before. "So?" He looked over at Jeff and a thought struck him. "Hey, you're birthday is in a few days. Have you told Papa Paul what you want?" Cody asked, sitting up and sitting like the others, legs crossed.
"Not yet. I don't really think I want him to know," Jeff admitted fiddling with his hands that were gently taken by Cody. He gave a weak smile. "I haven't celebrated my birthday in a long time."
"Well, that's settles it," John spoke up, scooting in closer to the group, half of his ass once hanging off the bed. "We'll have our own little party then! We'll have a cake and everything, but Gail's gonna have to make it because none of us can bake."
"Speak for yourself," Ron scoffed, chuckling after a moment. "So, a party, that's gonna be different."
"Yeah!" Cody piped in, smiling bright. "So until then, lets have some fun and play a game!"
Jeff rolled his eyes, ruffling Cody's hair. "You're so childish," he muttered, earning a good shove from the smaller man. "What?"
"So what should we play?" Randy asked, leaning forward with a bit of excitement. This was still new to him to have people want to include him. He liked it though, it was nice to feel like he was part of something that people were there for him. He smiled, his new friends great even if he couldn't cover that missing piece of his heart.
"Truth or dare!" John gasped, earning looks of amusement from the group. "What? It's fun."
Jeff smiled, agreeing to the game. "What's the harm?" he asked, looking across the group.
"Well if you insist," Ron finally said, looking over the group to find that no matter what he said they were going to play anyway.
"Wait!" Randy snapped, jumping from his spot and going over to his chest of drawers and turned on the radio on top of it. "It's more fun when there is music!" He hit the play button and the radio came to life throwing out a hard rock song before he got back on the bed and sat down. "Sorry."
Jeff shook his head. "I have to agree, music makes any game better. So who should go first?" he asked, looking around the circle. "Well I think since John came up with the idea, he should start!"
John only shrugged. "Cool with me." He looked around the group with narrowed eyes, he had to find the perfect victim to be first. He stopped on Ron. "Ron truth or dare?" he asked, a perfect dare in his mind.
Ron answered quickly, "Truth."
John whined, "That's no fun!" He crossed his arms, trying to think harder. "Ok, last month at the party who did you sleep with?"
Ron rolled his eyes, John had to have more brains than that to ask such a simple question. "His name was Jason," he answered, all of them looking at him for the juicy details that normally ensued from a question like that. "Oh no, you just asked his name. Cody truth or dare?"
Cody thought hard for a second. "Dare."
"Put on a pair of Jeff's panties for the rest of our game."
Cody paled. "What?" he asked, watching as Jeff just suddenly disappeared and returned with the same pair of purple panties that had landed on Cody's head the day they had picked out his clothes.
Jeff tried not to laugh at Cody's face as he undressed from his black lounging pants and took the purple panties.
Cody's cheeks only flushed since he had decided not to wear underwear that day. "It's gonna hug my stuff," he whimpered, pulling them up and sighing, looking down at his poor boys as they tried to stay put. "They're giving me a wedgie!"
"Cody, that's how they were made, they're supposed to show off half of your ass," Jeff explained, helping Cody get adjusted to them. "Put your pants back on and sit down."
"If it makes you feel any better purple looks good on your ass," Randy said, winking at the other man.
Cody flushed at Randy's comment and sat down before pointing at the once again sitting Jeff. "Truth or dare?"
"Truth," Jeff answered confidently.
"Would you do John?"
Ron started to crack up in laughter, the deer in the headlights just hilarious on John's face.
"Hell yeah! John's completely fuckable."
Ron laughed harder, Randy joining in.
John composed himself to look over at the two with a glare.
"Well truth or dare Cody?" Jeff asked, sending the game back to him.
"Truth!" he squeaked, not even wanting to see what the other three had planned for him.
"When you were with Ted, how many times did you cum?"
Cody blushed, looking down at his fidgeting hands. "F-four," he reluctantly answered. "We went like three times."
Jeff ruffled Cody's hair again. "It's ok, I woulda came that much too with a hottie like that!"
Randy's eyes widened slightly. He didn't think it was possible to cum that much, at least not in one night. He gave a soft smile. Maybe it had to do with the chemistry between people because he hadn't gotten Cody to finish anymore than twice.
"Randy," Cody started softly, his eyes resting on the darker man. "Truth or dare?"
Randy looked down at his hands. "Dare," he answered, wondering what Cody could come up with.
"I dare you to give Ron a blow job right now."
John made a squeaking noise, shocked at how forward Cody just sounded. "That's it, no more hanging out with Jeff for you!" he said quickly, unsure if their little game was going to turn dirty or not.
Randy only shrugged, one hand moving to touch Ron's crotch. He got up and motioned for Ron to sit on the edge of the bed. He unzipped the other man's pants and started his dare, completely unashamed or embarrassed about what he was doing.
Ron groaned, on hand running over the bristles of Randy's hair. "Shit," he murmured, his hands fisting in the sheets under him. "That feels good."
John stared wide-eyed as Jeff and Cody watched in amazement at how well Randy handled Ron's cock.
"He's like a master," Jeff whispered, mentally taking notes.
Cody only flushed, remembering how good it felt to have Randy go down on him.
Ron let out a loud moan, Randy stroking what little of Ron's cock he couldn't fit in his mouth. "Randy," he warned, gasping when sharp teeth scraped against his cock sending him over the edge.
Randy swallowed everything, pulling away from Ron's now sated cock and kissing the softened head lightly. He licked his lips and tucked Ron back in his jeans. "My turn?" he asked, looking around the circle.
They all nodded.
"John, truth or dare?" he asked, leaning against Ron once he was back into his place on the bed.
John thought. "Truth," he finally decided, sure that Randy would have him do something crazy if he didn't.
"When you took Mike to your room, who was top?" Randy asked.
John flushed. "He was," he answered softly, looking down at his crossed legs. "Jeff, truth or dare?"
"Truth," Jeff answered.
"Would you go back home if your brother asked you to?" he asked, voice serious.
Jeff tensed up. He knew these kinds of games could go dirty or they could be personal. "I… I don't really know," he whispered, pulling his knees to his chest. "Part of me is screaming yes and another part is telling me no." He sighed, looking around the circle. "Randy, truth or dare?"
"Dare," Randy answered, setting a challenge in his eyes for Jeff to follow.
Jeff smiled. "I dare you to walk around part of tomorrow naked."
"No problem."
"Cody truth or dare?"
Cody was a little nervous. "Dare," he answered, sure that he was going to regret it.
"I dare you to kiss John," he said, a smile on his lips. He would save his later dirty dares for later in the game.
Cody moved over to John, cupping his face innocently and pressing their lips together. He eased closer to John, the soft lips against his inviting him in for more.
John held Cody to him, kissing him soundly. He pulled away after a moment with a devilish smile. "Want more?" he asked, earning a push so Cody could get away.
Cody shook his head. He was still stuck on Ted and how their night had been the best in his life. "So Ron, truth or dare?" he asked, trying not to blush at the memories.
"Truth."
"How old are you?"
"That's so lame Cody!" John muttered, crossing his arms. "It has to be something interesting!"
Ron chuckled. "How old do you think I am?" he asked John, looking over at the confused man.
"Twenty-two."
"I'm twenty-eight, twenty-nine in January," he said proudly, nodding at John's second surprised face. "Yes, I'm almost thirty."
"Wow, you look like you're about as old as me," Jeff said, thinking of his own age.
"Yeah, I take care of myself that's all," Ron said, looking over at Randy's amused look. "What you're only a few years younger. Mister twenty-seven."
Randy rolled his eyes. "Yeah so? You weren't complaining when I was just blowing you off."
Jeff giggled, covering Cody's ears playfully. "Not such fowl language around the kids," he joked, warning a shove from the smaller man.
Ron looked over to Jeff, ready to ask the other man his next question. "Truth or dare Jeff?"
Jeff thought. The next one he had he would take dare. "Truth."
"How many times did you and Phil go?" he asked, still in the dark about Jeff and Phil's night together.
Jeff blushed, thinking of how him and the other man had spent their night. "We didn't have sex," he admitted quietly. "I gave him a blow job and he jerked me off, that's it."
"Really?" Cody asked, amazed. "He was good looking, why didn't you just jump on him?"
Jeff chuckled. "He was classy, I was hoping he'd come back but I haven't seen him since then."
Randy nodded, knowing what that felt like.
"Anyway," Jeff chirped, once again back to his happy demeanor, "John, truth or dare?"
"Dare." John was being bold, sure that he was going to pay for it in the end.
"I dare you to kiss Mama Melina on the lips when she gets home."
John's face paled. "P-papa P-Paul is gonna k-kill me…"
Jeff chuckled. "It'll be ok, we'll give you a nice little funeral and everything."
Cody started to chuckle too, John looking down at his feet. Randy reached out to pat the other man's shoulder in sympathy, only earning a glare.
"Truth or dare Randy?" John asked, hoping to get a rise out of the other man.
"Dare," Randy replied, he wanted the game to get dirty again. He was tired of actually putting effort into telling the truth.
"I dare you to call up Cena, right after our game and tell him you want him to come back over," he said, almost ready to take it back when he saw the hurt expression on Randy's face.
Randy nodded, ready to take it. "Alright. Ron, Truth or dare?" he asked, looking up at that dark face.
"Dare," he commented, ready for anything Randy threw at him. He gave a predatory grin, telling Randy to give him his best.
"I dare you to get naked and sit there the rest of the game," Randy said, unable to think of anything better.
Ron only shrugged and got up to undress. He dropped his jeans and pulled off his white tang top and sat back down, also going without underwear for the day. "John, truth or dare?" he asked, challenging John with his tone.
"Truth," he whispered, afraid of what else they were going to make him do if he said dare, especially with Ron naked and his cock so big even while it was soft.
"Why do you work here?" Ron asked, sure that no one knew why John had stayed for the two years he'd been there.
John thought. "I don't really have anywhere else to go. My mom died a while ago, my dad was non-existent. She left all of our things to my sister and well I just pretty much got away from all of it and ended up here. I guess I just I'm like Jeff, I don't want to go back," he said sadly, looking up. "That's sad, lets get back to the game, Jeff, truth or dare?"
Jeff smiled, no more sappiness. "Dare."
"I dare you to go downstairs and tell Papa Paul you have a crush on him."
"John, that's scary!" Cody whimpered, looking up at Jeff's moving form.
"Be right back then," Jeff said, walking out of the room in his tight fitting black booty shorts. He hurried down the stairs, waving at Gail who was coming out of her own room. He turned towards the same door that he'd been two or three times and took a deep breath. He lifted his hand to knock only to get no answer. He fidgeted. He didn't want to chicken out but Papa Paul wasn't answering the door. He touched the handle to see that it wasn't locked.
Jeff took a deep breath, throwing all caution of the consequences out the window and opened the door, his mouth dropping when he looked inside. He saw the small blond haired man riding Papa Paul, their breath heavy and moans husky, sheets spread all around them.
"Feels good don't it Chris?" Papa Paul asked, the small man bouncing up and down on his cock. He groaned, his large hands roaming over the small chest, plucking the small pink nipples.
"Paul!" Chris cried, his fingers cutting into Paul's abdomen as he rode him harder.
Jeff squeaked, trying to leave, only to find that the other two had stopped their own actions and where covering themselves. He turned back around eyes on the floor. "I'm sorry Papa, I'll go," he hurriedly said, back against the door.
Paul stood, the sheet around his waist. "Wait, Jeff," he boomed, looking back at his lover. "We should talk for a second."
Jeff nodded, standing still, knees weak. He looked down at his bare feet, wishing he had more clothing on, as the other man looked him over.
"Chris this is one of my boys, Jeff," Papa Paul introduced, moving back to sit next to Chris. "Jeff, this is Chris. He's my lover." He was blunt, sure that he could trust Jeff with his secret. "Melina doesn't know about him."
Jeff nodded again, keeping his mouth shut.
"He's so skittish," Chris murmured, walking over. He had on a pair of jeans, the button unbuttons but zipped up. "And he's pretty." He brushed the back of his hand against Jeff's smooth cheek. "He must be one of the best ones here." He smiled, turning back to his lover and sitting next to him. "Why are you scared Jeff?"
Jeff shook his head, looking up at Paul.
"Jeff," Papa Paul sighed, getting up with his sheet around his waist. "Don't worry, I'm not going to be upset with you. I just don't want Melina to find out about this."
Jeff relaxed a little and gave a shy smile. "You love him, don't you?" he asked boldly, smiling wider. "I understand. I won't tell."
Paul smiled. "This is why I love my boys'," he said to Chris. "What did you need Jeff?"
Jeff blushed slightly. "Actually me, Ron, Cody, John and Randy…"
"Randy is actually getting along with the others?" Papa Paul interrupted, smiling. "Finally."
Jeff nodded, smiling too. "We were playing truth or dare and I was dared to come down here and tell you I have a crush on you," he explained, leaning casually against the door. "That's all. I didn't mean to interrupt your time together."
Chris smiled. "I remember when I was dared to tell you that, but I really had a crush on you," he laughed, leaning against the bigger man. "Unless you really do."
Jeff shook his head fervently. "No offense Papa Paul, but no. I have my eye on some one else."
"Really?" Papa Pail asked, thinking how he could give Jeff a treat for being such a good boy. "Who?"
"Papa, that's embarrassing," he whispered, looking down at his feet.
Paul smiled, walking over to tip Jeff's chin up. "Talk to me," he whispered, smoothing down some stray hairs near Jeff's ear. "You don't have anything to worry about Jeff. You know that."
Jeff nodded. "I know Papa, it's just, I don't want you to be upset that I like him more than the others," he said, looking up into the blue eyes. "He's special."
"I'll tell you what Jeff. I know your birthday is in a few days so how bout we have a little birthday party for you and you and your friends can invite one person that you want to take to bed with you. It's a party so there isn't any work and if you don't want to sleep with him you don't have to."
Jeff eyes' lightened. "Really Papa?" he asked, voice showing his excitement. "Papa, Mama Melina wouldn't be happy about it."
"Forget her, this is my present to you for working so hard, you and the other boys because unlike the girls she gets you don't refuse to work. You deserve at least your birthdays off. So from now on, every birthday we are going to have a party. Go tell the others. And tonight let me know who you want to be here. Melina will taking the girls out to the boutique so we can all talk, including Chris after dinner."
Jeff nodded, ready to run back up and tell the others. "Thank you Papa!" he cried, jumping up into the other man's arms, getting a hug. When he was released Jeff smiled at Chris. "If you move forward a little more it feels great. Sorry for interrupting again. You and Papa look good together." He turned to Paul. "I won't tell anyone, and between me and you, Chris has prettier eyes." With that he was gone, bounding up the stairs with the good news to his friends.
Paul shut the door, turning back to his lover. "Now, where were we?"
Chris only flushed, pulling his jeans off.
-----------------------------
(A/N): So we've learned a lot in this chapter. Let me know your thoughts. Papa Paul is having an affair, Jeff walks in on them, Ron actually older than everyone thinks, ect. I wanna know what you think. Hopefully the next few chapters will be as easy to write as the last ones have. Next chapter is Jeff's birthday and some new surprises! Chapter title is Dirty Little Secret by All American Rejects.
JacktheSinister_JaketheJust
