"What about his clothes?" Drew shoved Quinn onto the bed, face first into the mattress and dragged him up the bed to the headboard. He hooked one end of Nathan's cuffs around a piece of wrought iron detail. It would hold him … if he didn't fight. "Both hands or one hand?"
"Surprise me, Walker." Nathan's voice was harsh, almost as if he had no interest in what was about to happen. "You're a smart man, improvise."
Drew grunted. Quinn struggled now and Drew wrenched his arm higher up his back putting pressure on his shoulder. "Thought you liked it rough, Anders." God, he was fucking hard and getting harder. He wondered if Nathan would let him fuck … A wave of dizziness swept over him. He was holding a man down. Thinking about … rape. He wanted to hurt Quinn. He wanted to make him … pay for the night in the hospital … and last night.
"Don't fucking pussy out now, Walker, he likes it like this. He'd have you on the floor with his boot up your ass if he wasn't enjoying this. Don't disappoint him because you can't stomach Quinn's … perversion."
"I'm not a fucking pervert … you goddamned … fucking … get off me!" Quinn shouted. He tried to throw Drew off, but Drew wouldn't have it. He twisted a fistful of Quinn's hair and ground his face into the sheets. A second set of cuffs landed on the bed beside Drew's knee and the bed dipped on the other side of Quinn.
Nathan wrestled Quinn higher in the bed, dragging his arm up to latch the cold steel around his wrist. "Let him go, turn him over. He's going to watch everything we do."
Drew rolled Quinn over and secured both wrists to the headboard. Quinn lay sprawled on his back, his hair a sweaty, curly mess. He grabbed on to the bars and pulled himself into a reclining position. "At least put a pillow behind me, asshole." Quinn growled at Drew, his eyes filled with rage … and lust. He was fucking turned on and pissed off about it.
Drew looked over to Nathan for guidance. Nathan knelt on the edge of the bed, his dick in his hand. Stroking himself. His eyes held no emotion. "Go ahead."
Drew grabbed several pillows and tucked them behind Quinn's back and neck. Quinn pushed himself higher in the bed. Christ, he still wore a pair of black boots … in bed. His dick lay heavy against his leg, his pants doing little to hide his erection.
"So … what next?" Quinn's voice took on a tone Drew had never heard from him before. He sounded almost bored, as if this was beneath him. Or waiting to be entertained. "Are you going to sit there playing with your dick, or are you going to fucking get on with it?" Anger took over as Quinn shouted to his lover. "Or are you chicken shit with no idea what to do now that you've gone this far? Fucking pussy who married the first woman you screwed so you wouldn't have to admit you're a fag just like me."
Quinn's eyes held no emotion, he spoke calmly now, he didn't fight or try to escape while he coldly laid waste to their relationship. Drew had had enough. This wasn't something he wanted to be a part of.
He backed away from the bed slowly. He didn't know if he should get the key and release Quinn before he left, or leave them to kill each other, which seemed to be where they were headed. "Give me the key, Nathan," he said, feeling his stomach churn. Nathan looked at him with soulless eyes and shook his head. "Goddammit, Nathan, this isn't a game. And I'm not playing. But I'm not leaving the two of you like this with a gun in the room. Give me the fucking keys."
Nathan cocked his head to the side, a grim smile twisted his beautiful features. "He's not worth killing." Nathan reached out and grabbed Drew by his shirt collar and dragged him back onto the bed. Drew lost his balance and fell. He rolled as Nathan threw one leg over his thighs. Hand still stroking his dick as if this did it for him. "And you're not leaving."
"I didn't come here for this," Drew said as Nathan grabbed his hands and held them to the bed. "Fuck, Nathan, get the fuck off me. This is between you and Quinn. I want no part of it."
"Yet you eagerly handcuffed him to the bed. You were all for this when you thought it was Quinn who was about to get fucked. I bet you were thinking you'd get a little piece of his ass. I saw the twinkle in your eyes that you tried to hide. He's a fucking prick, he would sell his grandmother for a fix or a fuck. He thinks I don't know this. He thinks I'm this clueless pussy he leaves at home. He thinks I don't know that he lies to everyone, including himself. He can't keep his goddamned dick in his pants. I'm not enough for him. I was never going to be enough for him. And goddamned if he's not enough for me."