Free Saying Goodbye by G.A. Hauser Page B

Nothing had occurred to indicate that was ever going to happen but empty words .
    And here was Mark Antonious, the love of everyone’s life, self - destructing. Why? Because he had to fuck that vile creature Randy Dawson to save Alex’s career, to make sure Alex was not released from the film contract.
    Alex.
    No one ever wanted to see that lovely boy fail. He worked so hard. Held his father in such high esteem. And worst of all, was the object of lust by him and Jack for five fucking years.
    Mark appeared to collapse in on himself, crossing his arms ; his nakedness making him vulnerable and soft.
    “So … okay.” Steve wanted to kill Randy Dawson. “Does anyone else know you had to … to…”
    Mark shook his head, hiding behind his long hair, obviously in misery.
    “Did he hurt you?”
    “No.” Mark dabbed at his eyes. “Please, Steven, let’s move on from it. I am under so much pressure from work and the shoot coming up. And now, Alex ander calling at three a.m., hysterical…”
    “So…” Steve knew asking for the details of what Randy did was not a good idea, but it was going to gnaw at him until he went postal. “Mark, I know you want to let it go. I understand. But I let a lot of guys touch you.”
    Mark’s glare showed from under his long brown locks.
    “I mean it. Jack, Adam…”
    “Are we going there again?” Mark’s hurt turned to rage.
    Steve held up his hand. “No.” He shook his head. “Look, our friends love you to death. So a kiss here or there from one of them…” Steve waved it off. “ I’m o kay with it . I know they are all in committed relationships and would sooner hurt themselves than you.”
    “Your point?”
    Steve took a deep breath, knowing how bad the reaction was going to be. “If … If I don’t know exactly what passed between you and Randy, I’ll go crazy.”
    “You?” Mark laughed at the absurdity. “You’ll go crazy?”
    “Did he rape you? Force you?”
    “No! I bloody said that! He did not rape me!”
    “But … he…” Steve balled his fist up again, another punch to a wall about to explode out of him.
    “He fucked me. Yes. All right?” Mark appeared so miserable. “He had all these bloody ads from my cologne mags, dozens of them. He claimed he’d worshipped me. The bloke was in tears at the idea of being with me.”
    Steve was about to rip the room apart. “So, this … this guy, claims he loved you, and then fucked you? Up the ass?”
    “No, in my vagina!” Mark shouted. “Yes, up the ass . You idiot. Why are you putting me through this ?”
    “Because I can’t move on. You can’t move on! Don’t you see what this has done to us? You and me? You let me fuck you but it’s not making love . I can’t get you to come. You act as if my touch repulses you. ”
    Mark glared at him.
    “Then…” Steve gestured to the back of the house. “Then I see Jack … Jack fucking you — you with your dick out. You came! Jack said you were goin g to jerk off and he sucked you. ” Steve swallowed back his sob. “Why would you jerk off when you know you can fuck me?”
    Mark appeared to take a deep breath but the attempt at calming down did not work. “You did this . You! You and Billy did this to me! To Alexander! Take the responsibility . Will you? Huh? I can understand why Billy would be upset, be afraid of Randy. Alex is Billy’s husband. But, why you, Steven? Why were you involved?”
    Steve was nailed d ead to the wall. Why me?
    “Because he’s our son.” It didn’t even sound convincing to Steve’s own ears.
    “I don’t bloody believe it.” Mark crossed his arms again, shaking his head. “You think I’m a fool, don’t you? Hm? Some pretty airhead who has no brains. You are so very wrong.”
    When Mark went for the door, Steve grabbed him.
    “You are hurting me . ” Mark showed his teeth.
    “No. Mark, it’s not what you think . ” Steve lessened his grasp on Mark’s arm.
    “Not what I bloody think!” Mark screamed in fury.