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  THE CRYING GAME

  KOL ANDERSON

  PUBLISHED BY Kol Anderson

  Copyright © Text Kol Anderson 2014

  Copyright © Cover design Kol Anderson 2014

  Edited by Tina Adamski

  Amazon Edition

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  © 2014 KOL ANDERSON

  Trademark Acknowledgments

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following trademarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

  Clarence 'Frogman' Henry “(I Don't Know Why I Love You) But I Do: Paul Gayten/Robert Guidry

  Dave Berry “The Crying Game”: Geoff Stephens

  Jaguar: Jaguar Land Rover North America, LLC

  Mary Wells “My Guy”: Smokey Robinson

  The Drifters “Save The Last Dance”: Doc Pomus, Mort Shuman

  The Foundations "Baby, Now That I've Found You": Tony Macaulay, John MacLeod

  TO

  LOUIS STEVENS

  Nothing you could say

  Can tear me away from my guy

  Nothing you could do

  'Cause I'm stuck like glue to my guy

  I'm stickin' to my guy

  Like a stamp to a letter

  Like the birds of a feather

  We stick together

  I'm tellin' you from the start

  I can't be torn apart from my guy

  Nothing you can do

  Could make me untrue to my guy

  Nothing you could buy

  Could make me tell a lie to my guy

  Mary Wells “My Guy”

  CONTENTS

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER ONE

  William Davenport was an asshole. The world knew it, he knew it, the crickets incest mating on the sprawling ten-thousand square foot family estate knew it. In his twenty-five years of existence William had pissed off just about everyone he had come into contact with. Women liked him because he was good looking, but he never quite learned the art of being nice to them. It was a surprise the people in his office were still working for him, but that had more to do with their need to be associated with the Davenport Organization than with William's people skills. Even now, William was busy trying to explain to the people in the conference room why he was cutting funding for the research branch.

  "You can't cut funding at this point," Wallace said. "The CMORE project is still in the experimental phase!"

  But William was convinced Wallace was skimming from company funds. "I probably should have told you at the outset this is not a discussion."

  "I will take this to Alexander," Wallace said. "Don't think I won't do it."

  Alex was William's brother and three years older than him. Where everyone hated William, they were all fond of Alexander, who was polite and courteous. The brothers had many similarities but in this they were complete opposites. "You think Alex will overrule a decision I approved?"

  Wallace stood up from his chair. "I guess we'll find out."

  *

  William took off his suit jacket and poured himself a drink from the cut glass bottle, adding ice. The soothing burn of the whiskey going down his throat was a welcome way to unwind after a long day.

  "William?" Alexander called, coming in.

  William turned to him. "Hi," he said. The sight of Alexander's face was an even better prize than the whiskey. "Drink?"

  "No thanks," Alexander said, closing the door. William saw him locking it. He stood by the coffee table, drink in hand, while Alexander covered the remaining distance. "I was just talking to Wallace," Alexander said, loosening his tie. "He said you cut funding for the research division. How's he going to work?"

  "Wallace is a drama queen."

  William watched Alex, the way his chest bulked out the dress shirt a little, and the way the belt sat on his waist...

  "William? Are you listening to me?"

  "Uh... yeah. Yeah, I'm listening."

  "It's like you're on a mission to make people despise you."

  "He's skimming."

  "That's a serious accusation."

  "I know."

  Alexander walked up closer to William and William forgot to breathe. "I think you're distracted," Alexander said. He brought his lips close to William's and William froze. Waited. Nothing. Fucking tease, William thought. Alexander grinned. His hand went straight to William's crotch and William gasped, the glass fell from his hand. Alexander finally kissed him and William kissed him back and still making out they moved to the couch. Alexander kissed William's neck, and then he turned William around, took off his own tie, and tied William's hands behind his back with it. He lowered William's slacks, ran a hand over the bare skin of his ass and then unzipped his own cock, spit on it and placed the tip against William's hole. William groaned a little in pain and then relaxed; Alexander started fucking him hard, just the way he liked.

  “Fuck, Alex!”

  Soon Alexander was done, and he slid out of William, untied William's hands and let William stroke himself while he stayed on top and kissed his head, ran a hand over his ass. William came in no time. Alexander got off him and got a box of tissues, cleaned himself up and tossed the box to William who sat on the sofa, still panting. William started cleaning up and Alexander watched him, still wearing the belt, tucking his shirt back in. William watched his every move, happy to just have him around. He slid his pants back up once he was relatively clean. "Want to get dinner?" he asked.

  "Can't," Alexander said. "Sofia’s parents are here. I promised them tonight."

  The mention of that name must have brought a noticeable reaction to William's face because Alexander came toward him. "Don't get mad," he said. "We can hang out tomorrow."

  Alexander picked up his tie from the couch, William having to lift himself up so Alex could get it. William chewed his lip. "Don't do that," Alexander said and William stopped. Alexander kissed William's forehead.

  "I will see you at home baby brother."

  Before leaving, he stopped. “Unfreeze the funding for research, let Wallace have the money.”

  *

  At the brunch table the next day, William and Alexander kept exchanging glances when no one was looking. Sofia was dressed impeccably as usual, and Alexander was dressed up in a pair of chinos and a white shirt. All William wanted to do was to take those clothes off him and do things Sofia would never dream about doing with him. William’s parents, Henry Davenport and his wife Abigail, were sitting at the table with them, smiling as always. William had yet to see a couple more happily married than they were. Even as kids, he and Alex had never seen their parents stay angry at each other for more than a day. It was obvious they liked Sofia and if William had to be honest, Sofia really was trying hard to fit in. Whatever conversation was going on, William was barely listening, until he heard his name being called out.

  “William,” Abigail said. “Why don’t you show Sofia the pool?”

  “It’s okay,” Sofia said. “I’m sure he has other things to do.”

  “He doesn’t mind,” Alexander said.

  William felt the anger rising in him again, but he maintained a straight face. “Sure,” he said, trying to force a smile and stood up, went over to Sofia’s side and held out a ha
nd for her. “I’ll show you the pool.”

  Sofia took his hand and stood up, a little surprised, and William led her to the back of the house.

  *

  God, if he could actually stand kissing a woman, he would have made out with her just to see what Alexander’s reaction would be. Probably nothing. Alexander didn’t have reactions. He was the most composed person in the world, used to holding it together and practical to a fault. William on the other hand, was impulsive, easily provoked.

  “It looks like a pond,” Sofia said.

  “Yeah,” William said. “That’s what I told them.”

  “I’d still swim in it I guess.”

  “You don’t have to lie, they’re not here.”

  “William? Can I tell you something in confidence?”

  “Sure.”

  “Alex, sometimes I think he’s not all there when we're together. I think he might be hiding something. Would you happen to know anything about it?”

  “I don’t know. I think he’s really into you.”

  Sofia didn’t look convinced. “You’re sure there’s nothing? You’re completely positive?”

  “Yes, there's nothing I’m aware of.”

  She couldn’t prosecute him for lying.

  “It’s just,” Sofia began. “It would be horrible to stay in a relationship where the other person isn’t completely invested in you.”

  “Why don't you talk it out with him?”

  “You know Alex. He’ll never admit it. He likes the idea of the perfect life too much.”

  They started walking back. “But William,” she said. “If there was something, you’d tell me right?”

  “Of course.”

  “Okay, thank you.”

  *

  William saw Alexander heading toward him and tossed the cigarette on the ground, stepping on it. Alexander handed him a beer and took a swig from his own. “You were smoking again,” he said.

  “I wasn’t.”

  “Don’t lie to me.”

  “Sofia suspects something,” William blurted out. He looked for any sign on Alexander’s face that he was disturbed by this, but he saw nothing other than the calm exterior Alexander always carried. Not a sign that he was even the least bit freaked out over it. “What did she say?”

  “She knows you’re hiding something.”

  “That’s it? She thinks I’m hiding something?”

  “Look, she’s concerned alright? And she sounded like she was sure of it.”

  Alexander shrugged it off. “I’ll handle Sofia.”

  William quietly sipped his beer.

  “Mom and dad are leaving,” Alexander said.

  “Hawaii, I know. Flight leaves at six.”

  “Are you going to see them off?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Okay. Come back here afterward.”

  “You’re staying?”

  “I have to drop Sofia at her sister’s, but I’ll be back.”

  William had actual butterflies in his stomach, but he tried to downplay it. Couldn’t hurt to play it Alex Davenport style once in a while. “Sure.”

  Alexander left William standing there and casually walked off.

  *

  William woke up to the feeling of someone touching him. He hadn’t even realized he had dozed off in the pool house waiting for his brother. “Alex?”

  “Stay down,” Alex said. William was already without a shirt and now he felt Alex pushing down his shorts and then Alex’s tongue going right to his hole.

  “Fuck!” William grabbed on to the sheets when it became too intense, and kept moaning and whimpering while Alex used his spit and slid his tongue in further. William was hard, leaking precum. When Alex finally stopped, he leaned over William and kissed his back. When Alex allowed it, William turned around and tried to kiss him, but Alex moved out of his reach. “You’re going to have to earn that kiss,” he said. Alex was being a tease again but fuck if William didn’t need it just as much as he hated it. William got up on the bed on his knees, facing Alex and lowered his head, placed his mouth to Alex’s crotch. His thick cock strained against the material of the chinos. William used his fingers to unbutton him and reached inside, beyond the underwear and Alex made a deep moaning sound, started unbuttoning his shirt. William could now see his chest completely exposed as Alex lay back on the bed. William placed his mouth on Alex’s cock, going down the full length of it, enjoying Alex’s reaction, enjoying the smell of him. Then he used his tongue to go over the shaft, held it with one hand to lick the tip, and then went down on him again, slow first and then faster. Alex placed a hand on his head, guiding his speed.

  Afterward, Alex took off his pants and got on his knees on the bed and facing William, he started kissing him, his hand at the back of William’s head pulling him in deeper. They continued kissing like that, their hands traveling each other’s bodies, needing more. Alex’s hand pulled William’s hair, making him stop and William could do nothing but wait with his mouth still open, but it seemed Alex was back at teasing him some more. Then Alex grinned and kissed him again, and William was glad to have the contact back. Alex was running a hand over his cock. William pushed the shirt off Alex’s shoulders, bent to kiss his chest and Alex’s hand came to rest on his neck, as he held William close. Alex started kissing him again when he lifted his head, ran a hand down William’s back and went lower until Alex’s fingers were playing with his hole, and William pressed his body against Alex, kept on kissing him. Alex’s hand came around to the front and he took William’s cock in his grip.

  “Let’s make it more fun,” Alex said, between the kissing and stroking. William didn’t know how that was possible, but he played along. “How?”

  Without answering Alex broke off their kiss and got off the bed. “Seriously?” William whined. His poor cock was so hard it was almost painful, and Alex was rummaging through the wardrobe?

  “It’s just a bunch of dad’s old coats,” William said. “You won’t find anything.”

  Alex came back with two ties in different colors and waved them at William. “When are you going to get over the bondage fetish?”

  “When you stop pretending you don’t like it,” Alex said, standing by the bed. “Now shut up and do what you’re told.”

  So William lay on the bed and let Alex tie his hands to the headboard. William tried to move one hand. “It’s a bit tight—” He was about to say, but Alex silenced him with a kiss.

  “Tell me what you want.”

  “Alex, please. This is silly.”

  “Beg,” Alex said and got between William’s legs.

  “Beg you to fuck me?”

  “Yes. Beg.”

  “I want you to fuck me,” William said, hesitantly.

  “Not good enough,” Alex said, running a hand over his own cock.

  “I want you to fuck me,” William said, a bit more convincingly this time. “Please.” As Alex put his arms around William’s thighs, William lifted himself a little to give Alex access, and placed one leg on Alex’s shoulder. Alex gripped his leg with one hand and with the other he guided his cock inside William and William groaned. “Fuck.”

  “Keep begging,” Alex said. He was going extremely slowly.

  “I want you, Alex. Want you to fuck me.”

  “Beg.”

  “Please, Alex! Please fuck me!”

  Alex lowered himself, placed an arm on the bed, and got close enough to kiss but didn’t do it, kept fucking William, looking at him. Then Alex straightened up, fucked him even harder, and ran a hand over William’s chest causing William to go out of his mind. They were both making those sounds now, needing release and Alex grabbed hold of William’s cock, started jacking him off until William shot his load over his chest, with Alex still inside him. Alex pulled out of him, positioned himself so he was close to William’s mouth. “Open it,” he said, stroking himself hard, and William opened his mouth, kept it open until Alex was shooting and his cum was dripping all over William’s lips and
William licked up all those stray globs too. Alex got up and untied William, came back to bed, climbed on top of him, and started kissing his mouth.

  *

  William realized he had forgotten to take his pills. He sat on the bed in the pool house for a while, enjoying the sun coming in from the massive windows. Finally, he got up and put on his shorts, went back in the house to his room, but before he made it there he saw the maid in the kitchen. “Berta?”

  “Good morning, Mr. Davenport. Would you like tea or coffee?”

  “Berta, I asked you not to come today.”

  Berta looked a bit confused. “Oh Mr. Davenport, I completely forgot! Its okay, I’ll just clean up now that I’m here. Where should I bring your breakfast?”

  “Actually, Berta… I have a guest… in the pool house… you understand?”

  Berta smiled meaningfully. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I will not tell your parents you had a girl over. Is the other Mr. Davenport here? I saw his car outside.”

  “Uh… I… actually parked it there. My car broke down, so I borrowed Alex's from him for my date.”

  “So what would you and your friend like for breakfast?”

  “How about pancakes?”

  “Pancakes it is,” Berta said and started going about the kitchen. William rushed upstairs to his room, picked up his pills and a change of clothes and almost ran back to the pool house.

  Alex was up.

  “Making shit up on the spur of the moment is not my strong suit,” William said, placing the stuff he was carrying on the bed.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Berta’s here.”

  “Didn’t you tell her not to come?”

  “I did. Apparently she forgot.”

  “How could anyone forget their day off?”

  “She saw the car.”

  “So?”

  “The Jag, Alex. Your car!”

  “Shit.”

  “I told her I borrowed it.”