THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB Jesse Written by Lady Poetess egiggles at moose-mail.com /~bbp Please do not reproduce on any website without permission. This story has no resemblance to anyone dead or alive. ONE Johnny Hoban was walking out of the library when he saw that pest. Jesse Metcalfe, his cousin but not really cousin - actually, Jesse was his dad TJ's half-sister's stepbrother's son, was waiting for him. Why was that pest waiting for him? He didn't like Jesse at all. True, Johnny Miguel Rodriguez Hoban didn't like many people. If he had to sit down and write an essay about his life, it would begin with "My life sucked so hard, I could hire myself out as a vacuum cleaner". His father was only twelve years older than he was, and for ten years, he thought TJ was his big brother. If that wasn't a joke enough, his father wasn't the brightest bulb in the vicinity. TJ fit the stereotype of the big and dumb pretty lunkhead, and Johnny wasn't being spiteful. TJ just wasn't smart. Johnny was smart. Maybe that was why he often cringed when his father inadvertently humiliated him so often in public. Johnny's teachers and classmates often sniggered about TJ, and Johnny, being a middle-class kid stuck in a posh school thanks to scholarship, resented his father for making it harder for him to fit in. He knew he wasn't fair to TJ, who despite it all tried so hard to be a good father, but he wasn't a rational person either. In fact, he resented how his life revolved around TJ. The harder he tried to break free, the more he found himself going back to his father. All his life he wanted to be a different person than his father. Looks-wise, he was already there. His father was stunningly good- looking and he maintained a perfectly muscled physique. Johnny was more on the homely boy-next-door type. But in the end, everyone else in the world seemed to dump on Johnny all the time; he realized that in the end, rough and middle-class, uneducated TJ was his only ally in the world. At sixteen, when he was hospitalized for two weeks because of severe food poisoning and TJ spent all of those two weeks by his side, Johnny realized that his father actually loved him. It wasn't just words - TJ actually loved him. And maybe, Johnny decided, he should try making a reciprocal gesture back. But it was hard to break a habit of a lifetime of being withdrawn in his shell, and it was not easy. Now he was seventeen, and he and TJ had a warmer relationship than before - in a way. The appearance of Johnny's favorite ex-teacher in their lives helped, too, because in a way Scott "Speedy" Speedman was closer to Johnny's personality than TJ. But Speedy was from a rich family, and Johnny learned to secretly follow Speedy's ways in behaving and talking. Yet it wasn't easy too living with his father and Speedy. Johnny never told them, but he harbored a hard crush on Speedy since he was fifteen. Watching his father - less than smart TJ who always got all the pretty chicks and now Speedy - touch, kiss, and make Speedy laugh was painful. Johnny had been exposed to TJ's sexually active lifestyle early, since he awoke from sleep one day five years ago and found his father vigorously fucking Johnny's babysitter in the living room couch. He never could sit on that couch to watch TV for almost a year after that. Nonetheless, TJ sat him down soon after and explained all about the birds and the bees. This followed a blur of succession of women and a few men in TJ's life - and Speedy was the first man Johnny saw TJ settle down with for this long. It wasn't fair. Speedy was smart and too good for TJ. Johnny resented his father for being so good-looking and Speedy for falling for pretty looks. Worse, in school everyone would tell him what a sexy man TJ was compared to poor lil' Johnny, usually right before they laughed at him and taunted him for being a freak. He had only one person he could consider closest to a friend: Frankie Muniz, a senior kid who had since left for college. Frankie and he were freaks against the world, but Johnny learned early that he could never be as important to Frankie as a man named Brendan Fehr would ever be. And now that Frankie had gotten Brendan, Johnny found that he was increasingly sidelined by his friend. Life was fucking unfair. So back to Jesse Metcalfe. He came here because his parents were recently divorced and Jesse wanted to get away from it all. He and TJ hit it off like fireworks since both were the jock kind of guys, and Jesse's scoundrel charm won over Speedy in no time. Johnny refused to be charmed, however. He knew Jesse: the boy just wanted to be allowed to stay here longer, maybe permanently. After all, one night Jesse told him just that: he wanted to stay here with wonderful TJ and charming Speedy. Johnny felt fear at that moment. If Jesse stayed, eventually TJ and Speedy would realize that they didn't need Johnny in their lives after all. And where he would be then? Alone, unwanted, and desolate. But Jesse wouldn't leave him alone. Even now, Jesse was waiting for him. "Don't you have anything better to do?" he asked Jesse in annoyance. Jesse was hot. That Johnny could see right off. The man was built in a slim but very tightly muscled way - like TJ, Jesse often went around the house clad only in a pair of shorts. Since he came two months ago, Jesse had always been seen with a different guy or gal every time he went out. Another reason for Johnny to dislike him - Jesse was such a cheap slut. "Nah, nothing better," Jesse responded with that easy and charming way of his. He had a smile that could slay even the hardest of hearts, but Johnny was harder than hard. Deliberately Johnny plugged his ears with the earphones of his portable CD player (Speedy's gift to him on his sixteenth birthday) and let the music from Sunset Boulevard drown Jesse's babble. Jesse wasn't a charming rake for no reason, however. He gently removed the earphones, and he did it in a slow, easy way that sent a surge of desire up Johnny's spine. If Jesse felt Johnny's tremble and saw his blush, he didn't say anything. He just smiled that seductive way of his, damn him. And Jesse also took off Johnny's glasses. "You look so much better without glasses," he said softly. "Some guys look good with glasses, but yours only hide those pretty eyes. Get a better one or wear contacts, J." Johnny didn't want to feel the heat burning his face or the heart of his beating like a drum. "I don't care what you think," he said stubbornly. "Because you're dumb and stupid," he added childishly, anything to drive this too-beautiful, too-muscular, and too-virile man away. "Probably, but I am very good in bed." Jesse grinned, but there was nothing playful in the way his hand now rested over Johnny's heart, the hand covering Johnny's nipple and the fingers teasing the erect nub until Johnny shivered. "I've been perfecting my fuck skills for years now, and you won't regret it if you let me fuck you." "You made that clear last week when you laughed at me with all your friends," Johnny sneered, hiding the pain in his heart by lashing out. "I know your game, Jesse. You probably think that by making me your besotted idiot, you'll have us all in your thrall and you will never have to move back to your gutter again. Well, guess what? I won't play. I won't let you use me that way." It was amazing how all traces of seduction fell away from Jesse's face that instant. But it wasn't hurt that flashed briefly in those eyes, surely, before anger contorted Jesse's handsome face into a more malevolent mien. "I won't go back," Jesse only said. "You don't belong here." Jesse kept up with Johnny who was trying to walk away from him. "And you do?" he asked Johnny. "You think you're too good for me? Newsflash, freak - you are a weirdo. An uptight, rude, and nasty freak. You probably think you're too good for your father as well." At Johnny's reluctant flush, realization dawned on Jesse's face. "You do, don't you? Fucking hell, Johnny, you're worst freak than I thought. Do you know - no, you don't. You don't care either." "Know what?" Johnny couldn't help asking. "Nothing." "Tell me, damn you," Johnny snapped. "Ah, so Dad's Little Boy does care." Fury overrode Johnny's common sense, and he lashed out. His fist connected hard with Jesse's face, and Johnny watched in shock as Jesse touched his bleeding nose slowly. Jesse stared at the blood on his fingers, and then, to Johnny's surprise, licked his fingers clean. The sight of Jesse's tongue slowly licking naked flesh made Johnny's stomach quiver, and fury quickly melded into a more fiery emotion: lust. He was so aroused that he trembled in the night - he had to get out of here. But Jesse didn't let him. He grabbed Johnny, leaving blood stains on Johnny's T-shirt, and Johnny wanted to yell. No, not yell, he lifted his head and parted his lips, and Jesse took him. Johnny's first kiss - and oh, what a kiss it was! Johnny felt Jesse's tongue slip past his defenses, and at first he didn't know what to do. Then as Jesse slowly licked and explored his mouth, Johnny slowly tried to do the same. Their tongues met and mated as the taste of Jesse washed over him, and Johnny couldn't help but moan as he tightened his arms around Jesse's shoulder. Such broad, muscular shoulders that promised to carry the world - Johnny loved feeling the contour, the muscle, and down to the center, where Jesse's collarbones met. And he loved it when Jesse pushed him against the wall, and instinct made him spread his thighs and lifted them so that he was clasping them hard around Jesse's waist. And as Jesse's mouth and tongue brought him to paradise, the hard grinding of Jesse's rock hard erection against his aching pucker gave him hell. He wanted, he craved, and he desired. "Johnny, you're so beautiful," Jesse murmured before he licked and sucked at Johnny's Adam apple. Johnny wanted so badly to believe him. Maybe, deep in his heart where he wasn't so wise after all, he already did. TWO Johnny watched, aroused and still quite disorientated, as Jesse slowly used his mouth to unzip his pants. And Johnny's cock sprung free for a second before Jesse covered it with his mouth. Johnny gasped as indescribable sensations exploded in his head, and every nerve on his cock burned wildly as Jesse licked every sensitive spot - the underside of the ridge, the slit, and the smooth wet crown. They were in Johnny's bedroom, late at night, or maybe it was morning already, but they were blind to all but each other. Johnny groaned as his inexperienced balls began churning with the need to expel his juices, and he thrust his hips up, gasping as his cock found its way down Jesse's hot throat. And knowingly, Jesse slowed down his orgy of sucking and licking, until Johnny settled down and mewed impatiently. Then Jesse started again. And this went on until Johnny was almost mad from the need to ejaculate. Finally, Jesse took pity as much as his own need to have this boy's juices in his mouth, and he finished Johnny. Johnny came hard and harsh. Jesse was taken by surprise just how much the other boy had to give, and even his experienced mouth couldn't swallow all of it. Victory, Jesse thought, and he moved over Johnny. Johnny's eyes widened, but Jesse's fingers gently eased apart Johnny's anal pucker folds, and there were only acceptance in Johnny's eyes as he relaxed and Jesse fitted his cock against the tight virgin asshole. Johnny didn't cry out - insensate and eased by his powerful come, his ass readily accepted Jesse's thick cock. There was no pain, only this blissful sense of completion and intimacy. As Jesse became fucking him, he fucked back. Their hips moved in a perfect rhythm, and it wasn't long before Jesse spewed his fiery ejaculate into Johnny's hungry ass. Kevin Zegers pulled himself out of the pool and sat beside Jesse. Both of them were eighteen but while Kevin was fair and angelically beautiful, Jesse was darker and his beauty had a hint of roguish danger where Kevin's hadn't. Both of them became good friends the moment they met at the local pool club, and they bonded over parents both hated, broken homes, and fake IDs. They made an obscenely beautiful pair, and there were many eyes in the pool surreptitiously checking out their firm, well-muscled bodies and tightly packed crotches. Kevin preferred Speedos while Jesse wore more conservative shorts, but there was no doubting that both boys were men in at least one aspect. More than once, they had been propositioned to do nude photo shoots or films together, but it was silly, really. Kevin might do it, once, a year ago. But not today, as Jesse had learned when he tried to make the move on Kevin soon after they met. Kevin refused to fuck or be fucked by anyone but his steady boyfriend. He refused to tell Jesse who the boyfriend was, but Jesse had secretly followed him one evening and found Kevin bent over in the backseat of a car, taking in the obscenely well-hung cock of a much, much older man like a pro. If Jesse was evil, he would have blackmailed the then under-aged Kevin into letting him fuck that boy in return for his silence. Kevin's panicked look when Jesse deliberately told him what he knew told him that Kevin actually cared too much for his man. But Jesse didn't blackmail Kevin. He envied Kevin, actually. "I did it," he told Kevin. "Virgins," Kevin snorted, sounding much older than his years. In a sense, he was. "Yeah? This virgin is hot," Jesse said. "That's because you're crazy about him." Kevin stretched his arms. "I'm just fucking him because if he likes me, his father will too, and I will never have to go back," Jesse reminded him. His own words sounded weak even to his ears. The memory of Johnny's tight ass was giving him a hard-on even now. "I told you it'd probably be less complicated to seduce the father," Kevin said. "True, and I've dropped hints that I'm available, but the man doesn't even get them. All he cares about is making his son and boyfriend happy. Besides, I like TJ. I don't want to spoil this, Kev. He likes me too, you know." "That's because you're both big, dumb, and pretty," retorted Kevin. "And I respect Speedy. Speedy's cool, so I won't move into his turf." Actually, Jesse wasn't sure if he could actually steal TJ away from Speedy, but Kevin didn't need to know that. Besides, he saw TJ as a father he never had rather than a fuck buddy. It was Johnny who made his cock throb since they first met. "Yeah? You better sort this out before you end up like me, nuts and in love," said Kevin. "I'm hungry. Let's go grab a bite." "So how was it?" Kevin asked over hamburger an hour later. "Tight and hot. Man, he takes my dick like a trooper. If he wasn't sore, I would've taken him again," Jesse said. "The best I've had." "The best?" Kevin raised a brow skeptically. "Virgins never give the best fucks." "But Johnny's a smart guy. He may be a virgin, but he has read all those books that teach him how to take it good." Or at least Jesse would like to imagine. He hated the idea of Johnny giving head or receiving head from anybody but him. "He actually knew when to tighten his ass and he lifted his hips high enough to make me plunge just the right amount of depths. Shit, man, Kev, he is good." "Yeah," Kevin said, still skeptical. "I've had virgins before, Jesse. They aren't that good. You're probably imagining it all because you're hot over Johnny." "I'm not!" Jesse snapped. "Yes so. You talk of nothing but him since we know each other. 'Johnny will do this if he's here, Johnny will like this, Johnny will say that' - it's quite ridiculous. You have a big case of hero worship over that guy, Jess, and you're officially a goner when you start telling me how you love all that Andrew Lloyd Webber shit just because he keeps playing it in his room." "I - " Jesse just stared at Kevin. "So don't tell me you're doing this to get his father into liking you, Jess," Kevin continued. "His father likes you already. You're just finding excuses to nail that guy, when in fact you are nuts about him." Jesse thought about that. Hmm. "I've never really been nuts about anyone before." "That I believe," Kevin said with a chuckle. "Why are we friends?" Jesse growled. "I'm starting to hate you." "Because I'm the only guy around who isn't dazzled by your looks to know what a jerk you can be inside, and you like that," Kevin said bluntly. "The same reason why I like you - you know I'm a jerk. We will never fuck each other, because I will never let you and you probably don't care anymore after that time when we first met and I punched you for cupping my crotch." "You're scary when you go into all that expressive shit," Jesse said, but his expression was one of thoughtfulness. "But you're right. Amazing. Who taught you this shit? If I know how, I'd probably get Johnny eating out of my hands. Guys like him love that expressing yourself sensitive shit." "Dan's an expressive guy, and he has been good to me," Kevin admitted. "How is he different from all those dirty old men?" Jesse asked. "He's not old, he's just 32. And he respects me." Kevin shrugged. "I guess everyone will see him as a dirty old man, and I guess this is why we keep it a secret until I'm older, but he's just not. He likes me a lot, and I like him back. He's the only guy right for me, you see?" "Hey, don't have to justify yourself to me, Kev. This is me you're talking to, remember?" "It's fucking embarrassing, but I want to be with him always. Always, Jesse," Kevin said quietly. "Sometimes I think I would've been dead by now if it weren't for him." Jesse was quiet, and so was Kevin as they studied the food at the table, somewhat embarrassed by their talk. Finally, Jesse just had to say something. "Johnny socked me in the nose," he said, pleased. "You're sick, Jesse," Kevin said. "Yeah." Jesse stabbed his fork at the fries at his plate. "Probably. But he's cool." "Just because both your parents beat you doesn't mean beating is the same as showing love." Why did he ever tell Kevin that? Jesse scowled. "I know that," he insisted. "I hope so. I'm not very good at being someone's friend, so I hope you don't screw up enough to depend on me," Kevin told him. "Take care of yourself, man." THREE Jesse watched from afar as Johnny studied in the library. The boy was always reading, he noticed. Johnny was always reading with Andrew Lloyd Webber playing in the background in the bedroom if he wasn't at the library. He wasn't lying when he told Johnny that he found Johnny beautiful. The boy may lacked his father's looks, but he had an innate intelligence shining through. Maybe it was just the novelty, since Jesse had never had any brainy fellow before, but now that he'd had Johnny, why did he want more? Kevin's words haunted him. Was he crazy over Johnny? If so, why wasn't it an unappealing notion? Unbeknownst to Jesse, Johnny was aware of the other boy's presence. He should be scared or annoyed, but instead he had Tell Me On Sunday playing in his head. No, it was not a perfect love song, but it was an ominous sign nonetheless. "Don't leave me silent, with no words at all..." And funny thing was, he suspected that this was actually Jesse's song rather than his. He had deliberately avoided Jesse since his marvelous deflowering at Jesse's educated cock, and for the first time, he considered the notion that Jesse might be hurt. Silly, really. Wasn't Jesse supposed to be a sophisticated fuck- 'em, leave-'em type? Probably, a voice sneered in his head, but Johnny was proving to be just as good in that, right? No. His body still ached for Jesse, even as his eyes yearned for that smile, that light in those eyes. "Johnny," Jesse said, finally coming up to him. "Hi," Johnny said awkwardly. "We need to talk." "Okay." Johnny bit down on Jesse's hand to stifle his scream of pleasure as Jesse gave one hard and final thrust and unloaded his boiling juices into Johnny's boiling ass. And Johnny barely recovered when Jesse roughly pulled out and turned Johnny around for a hard, hungry kiss even as he roughly plunged his still hard cock back home. This time, they fucked against the library bookshelf in the darkest and most deserted corner of the library face-to-face, Jesse whispering and moaning obscene and sweet nothings as he balled Johnny into yet another explosive come. Johnny clawed at Jesse's bare buttocks, and Jesse grunted as Johnny's fingers bit into the sensitive cleft between his cheeks. And Johnny did something he never thought he'd do. He touched Jesse's cheek, and his skin reveled in the burn of the boy's stubble. And he closed his eyes as his orgasm swept him, not because of urgency of this admittedly seedy coupling, but because he was actually at peace. He could even hear a song in his head. Think Of Me. "Oh, Johnny." And probably Jesse knew it too, from the way he eased Johnny back a little, they still joined cock to ass, to look at the boy. "If I say I'm fucking you because I wanted to, will you believe me?" "I don't like you, you know." Johnny pushed his hands into his pockets, and winced when his left hand connected with his soiled shorts in his pocket. He decided to just ditch the shorts in the trash. "I am so afraid that you will steal TJ and Speedy away from me." Jesse chuckled. The wind blew on his shirtless torso, his shirt carelessly slung over his shoulder as he walked with Johnny home. "They love you more than me. I should be the one who is jealous, you silly ass." "Ass, yeah, that's me." Johnny sighed. "Look, I don't know if you will stick around or not, but I've been thinking, and I think I want to be fucked by you a lot longer." "No problem. I plan to stick around a lot longer." "You'll probably break my heart, you son of a bitch." "If I do, I don't mean it. Because I want to stick around, Johnny," Jesse said urgently. "Life with you guys here are like fucking heaven, man. Nobody fighting, and there's no one beating me up because they think I need to be beaten so that I can be good, you know?" He hesitated. "Maybe you can beat me a little, though, if you want to." Johnny shook his head. "I'll never beat you," he said. "What the hell did your parents do to you?" "It doesn't matter, I guess. You'll be good to me, and I'll be good to you, okay?" "On two conditions." Jesse shrugged. "Okay, deal." "You don't cheat on me when we're in this, and if we're breaking it up, we'll be honest and tell it upfront instead of sneaking around." "Okay," Jesse said easily. "I have my own conditions too." "Deal," Johnny told him. "You don't cheat on me - yes, I'm serious, don't give me that look as if you don't believe you're a hot fucker, you are hot, you know, and I worry whether someone will steal you from me. No fucking around on me, and you'll be patient with me when I'm a bit slow. I know I'm not smart, but I will try to keep up." "Okay." They were at the door now, and Jesse placed his hands at each side of Johnny's head and bent down to kiss him. Johnny responded, kissing him back, and that was when TJ Hoban opened the door and the two of them fell onto the floor in a tangle of limbs. "Mr Hoban, can I marry your son?" Jesse asked before TJ could throw a fit. "No!" TJ bellowed. Johnny just had to laugh. FOUR "They're probably fucking in Johnny's room now," TJ Hoban said indignantly. "I won't let that happen. I will kick him out of the house now." Scott Speedman just smiled agreeably as he put his arms around his lover. TJ just made a low grumpy sound, but he buried his face in Speedy's freshly bathed shoulder and let the towel around his waist fall carelessly onto the floor. "I think we should just let them do their own thing," Speedy said as TJ began kissing his shoulders. TJ stopped and scowled at Speedy. "I won't inflict that... that... younger version of me on my son! We both know full well what a lousy useless bastard I was when I was his age, and my son deserves better!" he told Speedy. "Yeah? And are you saying I am too good for you?" Speedy asked. "Yeah, and we both know it. But I'm mellowed now," TJ told him. "I have a job, a life, you, and I am a pretty good family man. Right?" "Yeah, you are." Speedy rubbed TJ's shoulders soothingly. "But they're young, TJ, and when I was Johnny's age, I would do whatever it is you don't like if you forbid me to do it. You know what I think?" "No. I just want to fuck you," TJ said, slightly surly, always aroused when he was with Speedy. "I think you should let Johnny learn from his mistakes. If Jesse hurts him, at least let it be his mistakes. He'll respect you for it." "And I can beat Jesse up if he breaks Johnny's heart," TJ said. "Yeah. Although not everything can be solved using physical force, you know that. Besides, Jesse's not that bad, right? He's pretty mellowed when he came here. He will start working with you next week, and he is talking to me about night classes..." "I think you like that guy," TJ said, grinning despite himself. "Like you said, he was a younger version of you." TJ nodded, conceding to Speedy, "Okay, I'll let Johnny decide, although I still think he's too young - oh fuck it. Fine." He sighed. "My son is growing up. But at least he's not me, huh?" "Don't depreciate yourself so much, TJ." "Impossible. You love me. That means I'm the greatest in the world." Speedy chuckled, and lay back on the bed. "It's been two days, TJ, and I kinda miss that big old cock of yours," he purred. TJ grinned as he moved over Speedy. As they kissed, TJ's engorged cock zoned in, and for the next few hours, the world was theirs and only theirs. TJ was still the greatest in Speedy's world. "Dad?" Johnny turned away at once when he realized that his father was naked and worse, his father's cock was coated in sultry mucus that could only come from fucking Speedy. The same mucus on a sleepy Jesse's quiescent cock back on Johnny's bed. "Shit!" TJ was frantically grabbing a towel from the hanger and wrapping it around his waist. "Fuck!" he yelped. "I..." What could they say? Johnny was very aware that telltale creamy fluids were seeping down his thighs, and there was no mistaking what he'd seen on TJ's cock. "Sorry," he said sheepishly, trying to wipe away at his thighs with some toilet paper. "I thought everyone was asleep." "Are you cleaned up?" TJ asked, having looked away a long time ago. "Yeah." TJ sighed and studied his son. "I'm going to trash that Metcalfe boy," he finally said. "Dad," Johnny exclaimed. "You kick him out and I'll move out with him." "So you've been fucking around behind my back all this while?" "No. It started only recently. Jesse's kinda cool." "Cool's not a good reason enough," TJ pointed out. "But I agreed with Speedy when he asked me to let you do what you want. But if Jesse hurts you in any way, Johnny, you can tell me and I will teach him a painful lesson for messing with my son." Johnny stared at his father. How could he once thought TJ dumb, boring, and embarrassing? TJ looked ridiculous, standing there with only a towel and a very sheepish look on his face, as if this talk embarrassed him like hell. He looked like a powerful father, the best in the world. "Thanks, Dad." He paused. "This is embarrassing, isn't it?" "Yeah. You go clean up first. I'll wait until you're done." TJ stepped aside from the bathroom. "Dad?" "Yeah?" Johnny realized for the first time that TJ had always answered him eagerly, never impatiently or condescendingly. Why hadn't he noticed this earlier? Good old Dad. "Consider this payback for me catching you with that babysitter of mine when I was twelve." "Uh? Oh, that." TJ actually blushed. "Shame on you, Dad. I hoped she was at least eighteen." "Fuck, get in there and wash up before I tan you, you son of a bitch." Johnny laughed as he closed the bathroom door behind him.