Ajax- Prequel

  Ajax

  (Ajax & Orion Prequel/Book 1)

  By L. Loryn

  Copyright 2018 L. Loryn

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any

  resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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  A coily, dark haired man strolled inside the dimly lit hotel room with a paper bag clutched in his hand and a smile plastered on his face. He dumped the paper bag on the side table and raked his fingers through his tight, dark curls. “I got a surprise for you.”

  “Doubt it, love.” The corners of Ajax’s lips lifted into an easy smile as he glanced up from his computer and peered at the charming man in front of him. His insides tingled when their brown eyes met, and his smile spread further across his face.

  “Nah. Seriously. Look.” He pulled two understated masks from the bag, smoothing the feathers fanning off the sequined edges. “Do you want purple or black?”

  “Black, Chris.” Still smiling, Ajax slipped from the swivel office chair he had been occupying and moved across the room. He pressed his lips into the other man’s, roping an arm around Chris’ lean shoulders and burying his fingers in his hair. His bare thighs brushed across the rough denim of Chris’ jeans. “I missed you.”

  “I was gone for like twenty minutes,” Chris rumbled, a mischievous smirk denting his cheeks.

  “Mm. It was twenty very long minutes.” Ajax stole another kiss before he released him. “Why did you purchase masks?”

  “Because we’re going to an event tonight. It’s a BDSM, New Orleans themed, masquerade party.” He quirked a dark eyebrow, mouthing his words again with an affirmative nod. “Yep.”

  “Interesting. Why are we going?”

  “Because I’ve never been to a BDSM, New Orleans-ah fuck, you get it. I’ve never been to one.”

  “It’s a job, isn’t it?”

  “No,” Chris scoffed. “No. This is for fun.”

  “Chris.”

  “What?”

  Ajax fixed a hard gaze on Chris, and Chris groaned.

  “All right, fine. It’s a job. A small job. Nothing major, and I can take care of it first thing.” Chris kissed Ajax’s forehead, cupping his firm jaw in his hand and lifting his chin with his fingers. “Then it’s you and I with all the toys because I missed you, too.” He plastered his slender body against Ajax’s bulkier form.

  “Mm. Good. Tell me more about the job.”

  “It’s cut and dry. I’m a drug taxicab.”

  “Of course. What could possibly go wrong there?”

  “Ohh. Don’t say those words, baby. Now you know something will go wrong.” He clucked his tongue. “With my luck, I’ll have that sniveling rat Brody popping up trying to steal some side action. Is he still sweet on you?”

  “He was never sweet on me, Chris.”

  “Then how do you explain how he followed you around like a puppy for five years?”

  “We both liked video games.” Ajax shrugged, his easy smile faltering. “I grew out of them faster than he did. You need to be nicer to him. He’s a good guy. Maybe he’s not as smart as the rest of us, but remember what Ricky said. Everyone has a skill.”

  “Sure, sure. Brody’s skilled at being fucking annoying.”

  “Chris.”

  “Okay, okay fine. I’ll play nice with the little weasel.”

  “I think I’m going to start inviting him to hang out with Trav and I.”

  “No, you’re not,” Chris growled, rearranging the masks and folding the paper bag. He tucked the bag under his arm as he moved to their twin backpacks resting against the wall.

  Ajax rolled his eyes, tucking wispy black curls behind his ear. “Why not?”

  “Because I said so.”

  “Give me a better reason. I’m not part of whatever rift you have with Brody. I used to be his friend, and I want to resume being his friend.”

  “Because I don’t trust him.”

  “Don’t trust him or don’t trust me? Do you really think I’m going to suddenly, miraculously want his cock?”

  “I’m not jealous, but I don’t know his loyalties.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I don’t think he’s loyal to us.”

  “You think there’s another family of assassins out there somewhere he can join? I’m pretty sure we’re the only family of assassins I’ve ever heard of.”

  “He can make a family, Jay. Don’t think so linear. You’re always trying to think the best of everyone, and one day it’ll get you dead.”

  “You’re paranoid, and I don’t think being positive will get me killed. I think it’s easier to live in a positive world instead of a negative world. So, I’m inviting him unless you can drum up a better reason.”

  “Whatever. You play footsie with him all you want.” Chris laid two pairs of black jeans across the bed.

  Ajax folded his arms over his chest. “Are we going to this thing as a couple?”

  “Do you want to go as a couple?”

  Ajax shrugged. “I want to kiss you in public.”

  “So, we’re going as a couple.”

  Ajax pushed himself on the dark oak office table and placed his hands between his corded thighs. “I’d like to, yeah.”

  “Done, but you’re wearing the purple mask and this shirt.” Chris tossed him a patterned button-down shirt.

  “Whatever.” Ajax leaned back on the desk. “What time do you want to leave for the event?”

  “Dunno. I’m meeting my client at nine. I think the event starts around seven-thirty or eight.”

  “We’re arriving at eight-thirty, then?” Ajax scanned the blinking alarm clock on the bedside table. It flashed four-thirteen. “What do you want to do for the next three hours, then?”

  “Oh, well damn. I don’t right know. I mean, I guess we could nap or something, since it’s going to be a real late night.” Chris’ southern drawl stained his words.

  Ajax peeled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the ground before looking back towards Chris. “I guess we could nap.” The slope of his belly tightened, and a ripple of sharp-cut abs surfaced.

  “Mmm.” A boyish grin highlighted Chris’ features as his eyes traced Ajax’s body, lingering on his crotch. “Keep going.”

  Ajax’s fingers disappeared under the hem of his black briefs and he inched them down his thighs. His thick cock slapped his belly as his waistband freed him, and he kicked his briefs off with his feet.

  “Damn.” Long strides closed the distance between them, and Chris sealed his lips over Ajax’s, trapping him in a deep, desperate kiss. He placed his hands on either side of the other man’s body and slipped in between his thighs. The rigid column of his cock met Ajax’s.

  “Still down for a nap?” Ajax gasped as Chris moved from his lips to his neck, dotting kisses down to his collarbone. He reached between them, unbuttoned Chris’ jeans, and fondled him. His palm cupped him, and four fingers caressed him. His thumb pet the head of Chris’ cock.

  He groaned. “Nah. Suddenly, I’m not so tired.”

  “Good.”

  “Damn, I missed you.” Chris humped Ajax’s hand, and Ajax squeezed and stroked him.

  “There’s a simple solution for next time. Don’t take jobs half around the country. And don’t leave me here if you do.” Ajax’s hands abandoned Chris’ cock, exploring the planes of his lean chest.

  “Mmm.” Chris rubbed himself against Ajax again, rolling his hips into the other man’s firm belly.

  Ajax moaned. The fine hairs on the back of his neck prickled, and
Ajax tugged Chris into another kiss. He rested a hand on the back of Chris’ neck, and his tongue ventured forward, tracing Chris’ full lips before slipping past them and exploring the chasmal depths of his mouth.

  Chris’ hips stuttered, and his cock pulsed between them as their lips parted. The blush on his cheeks was the color of a rich, red wine. “All right. Next time I’ll take you with me. You know I’m taking every job I can get because I want out of this, and I want you out of this.”

  “I know. House in the woods, right? Living off the land.” Ajax kissed Chris’ forehead, combing tight curls.

  “Hunting. Maybe a garden for me, since you’re the sharpshooter.” Chris traveled down Ajax’s body, trapping one brown nipple between his lips and swirling his tongue around it.

  Ajax arched. “Fuuck. Y-yeah,” he whispered, leaning all the way back on the counter. His excitement swelled inside of him, his cock burned, and he rolled his hips into Chris’ stomach, grinding into a dust of coarse hair. “Suck me.”

  Chris chuckled, releasing Ajax’s nipple and exhaling cool breath against his puckered skin. “Of course, baby.” He kissed down his chest, lips brushing over his navel as he crouched in front of him. Strong fingers wrapped around Ajax and squeezed. His tongue passed across the tip, teasing the opening as Chris flicked sparkling eyes up to his partner.

  “Damn.” Ajax propped himself up and moaned again. His fingers burrowed in Chris’ hair and urged him closer, but Chris was staunch and unyielding. He swirled his tongue around the thick shaft of Ajax’s cock, licking up the sides with a growl. When he finally sucked him into his mouth, Ajax groaned. His head dropped back on his shoulders and his eyelids fluttered. “S-so good. I-I like what you’re doing.”

  Chris squeezed him again and twisted his hand as he stroked the length of Ajax’s shaft, sending waves of pleasure up the other man’s spine. He worked his jaws around him, pushing him to the back of his throat each time until saliva coated Ajax’s shaft. His lips shined with moisture. Rumbling, he sat back on his heels. His lips grazed over Ajax’s thighs, and he panted against Ajax’s skin.

  Ajax’s cock twitched in Chris’ hand. “Why are you stopping? Fuck. Don’t stop.”

  “I love how greedy you are.” Chris licked from the center of Ajax’s balls all the way up to the head of his cock. A clear bead of saliva dripped from his lips. “My mouth needs a break.”

  “Fuck.” Ajax groaned, hips arching as Chris teased. “Trying to make me cum on your face?”

  Chris swirled his tongue around Ajax’s cock, moaning. “Trying to get my dick buried in your ass? Keep talking, and I’ll put it there.” He dragged his tongue down Ajax’s length. He licked down the underside of his cock, between his balls, and all the way to his entrance. He lapped upwards and repeated the process.

  “Ah, fuck. Your tongue feels so good.” A light sheen of sweat painted Ajax’s shoulders, soaking the roots of his feathery hair. His cock bubbled with precum, and Chris licked it away with a satisfied moan, working Ajax into his mouth again.

  Ajax bumped the back of Chris’ mouth and pushed into Chris’ tight throat. He rolled his hips against Chris’ mouth as the office table vibrated under him. The vibrations paused and revved again. “Damn.” Ajax melted.

  Chris sucked harder.

  “Ahhhh. I-I should check it.” Ajax curved his spine, thighs closing around Chris’ face. A hand stretched across the table, feeling for his cell phone with quivering fingers.

  “Let it go to voicemail,” Chris growled, stroking his cock faster.

  “N-no. Let me just-” Ajax twisted, grabbing his phone and peering at the screen. “I-It’s Dee. I-I need to answer.”

  Chris pursed his lips around Ajax’s cock, reeling back with him still in his mouth until he popped free.

  Ajax gasped into the phone receiver. “H-hello?”

  “Jay?” Dee’s firm voice filled his ear, and he pushed Chris back with one leg, grabbing his shirt and covering his softening cock.

  “Hey.”

  “What are you doing? I called Chris twice, and he didn’t answer. You know where he is? I worry about him, y’know.”

  Chris nibbled Ajax’s thighs with a grin on his angular face.

  “Y-you called him? Oh. He’s here. We’re both here.” Ajax closed his legs and sat up, inching backwards on the table.

  “Y’all are safe?”

  “Yeah. We’re safe.”

  “What have I told y’all about answering the phone? Ain’t no point in having it if you’re not going to pick it up when I call. Especially when you’re all around the country doing god knows what.”

  “I-I answered?”

  “I know, kid, but Chris didn’t.”

  “Right, so why are you lecturing me? I can hand the phone to him for you?”

  Chris shook his head, standing and kissing Ajax’s cheek. “Brat,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around Ajax.

  “Yeah, put him on. He needs to hear this. But you don’t go anywhere, I got a job for you both.”

  “Okay.” Ajax pressed the speaker button and cradled the phone in his hand. “He can hear you now, Dee.”

  “Hey there, ol’ man.”

  “Uh huh. What I tell you about answering your phone?”

  “I was busy.”

  “Doing what? Clipping your crusty toenails?”

  “Close!” Chris laughed.

  Ajax jabbed him in the side with his elbow. “We were getting ready for a nap.”

  “All I’m saying is I don’t know why I pay for phones when you two barely answer. The phone is a security measure. When I call you on this line, you have to answer. I thought we covered this?”

  “We did, sir.” Chris winked at Ajax.

  “If you don’t answer, I’mma start calling everybody. I’ll geolocate your phone and get Ricky over there to check up on you. That’s what I’ll do. I’ll call the police.”

  “You’re lying.”

  “You wanna find out?” Dee challenged.

  “No, sir.”

  Ajax chuckled, “What’d you call for, pops?”

  “Well, I think I may have a job for us all. It’s a pretty big project, but the client is paying a good penny. I know you boys are trying to get a place for us out in the country, ain’t ya?”

  “A place for me and Jay and a guest house for you, ol’ man.” Chris laughed. “But yeah. Where you at right now?”

  “I’m staying by Jake’s. Y’all come by here in the next few days and we’ll talk business.”

  “Okay, we’ll be there.” Ajax smiled at Chris, stealing a kiss to his cheek.

  “Good. Hey, one more thing. Y’all seen Brody lately?”

  “Um, yeah. We see him around sometimes. I was-”

  Chris jabbed Ajax in the side, and Ajax scowled.

  “What?”

  “We see him around sometimes. Nothing else. What about him?”

  “Y’all need to keep an eye on him. He’s having a tough time with jobs and adjusting to life on the road. He ain’t got a best friend like you two, so take him in a bit.”

  “We’ll see what we can do, ol’ man.”

  Ajax snorted.

  “Yeah, all right, good. This is good. Okay. I’ll talk to you kids later. Remember, answer your phone.”

  “Later, Pops.” Ajax smiled.

  “See ya, ol’ man.”

  The call ended with three short beeps, and Ajax tossed his phone to the side. His flaccid cock rested on his thigh as he looked at Chris. “He called you already?”

  “Yeah. I felt it in my pocket.”

  “Why the hell didn’t you answer?” Ajax punched Chris’ shoulder.

  “Well, you see. I had my head between someone’s legs and my mouth on someone’s cock. I was a little busy.” Chris sank back to his knees between Ajax’s thighs, sucking one of his balls into his mouth.

  “Yeah, but you know how he gets.” Ajax’s breath hitched. “Let’s move to the bed.” He pushed Chris back and slithered off the table, moving o
ver to the bed and stretching out over it.

  “Why? I was fine over there.”

  “Sure. Get on top of me and do something. I want to cum, and then I want to nap for your party later.”

  “Right right.” Chris shucked his jeans off his thighs and ripped his shirt over his head, tossing them in a pile on the floor. He crawled onto the bed, covering Ajax with his body and kissing the other man’s clavicle. “What do you want?”

  “You know what I want.” Ajax pet Chris’ shoulders, blunt nails denting his skin.

  ***

  They arrived at the event hand-in-hand and shoulder-to-shoulder with Ajax standing a hair higher than Chris. A patterned shirt stretched across his broad chest, and the black mask covered his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, and the slope of his high cheekbones. His full lips curled into a smile as Chris led him inside, opening the door for him and guiding him to the bar, kissing his bare jawline as their fingers slipped apart.

  “What you want to drink, baby?” Chris grinned, slouching into the seat next to him and tapping the counter. His eyes brimmed with excitement only a job could give him.

  “Rum and coke is fine.” Ajax leaned into Chris as another person collapsed into the seat on the other side of him. The masked stranger quirked her lips into a smile at Ajax and ordered a bottle of beer from the second bartender, as Chris ordered from the first.

  Her cascade of brown curls bounced on her shoulders at her bubbly movements. She turned the beer up against her lips as soon as she received it, guzzling half before stopping for a breath and smacking her lips. She licked her lips as she inhaled.

  “Hi, cutie.” She winked at Ajax, spinning in her chair and peering into the crowd of dancing people. He noticed a light sheen of sweat on her exposed chest and shoulders. A collar cut the long line of her neck and a lock sat between her collarbones.

  “Hi.” Ajax’s cheeks warmed, and he turned back to Chris who was also watching the crowd.

  “You’re going to have to relax, dork. You’re wearing a mask.” Chris roped an arm around Ajax’s muscled torso, thumb stroking his hips through his cotton shirt.