Hidden Agenda

***I do not own the characters in this story, nor do I profit in any way from their use.


The wind whistled around the windowsill, making Jason shiver despite the relatively warm temperature inside the warehouse. His stomach growled hungrily, for the fifth time in twenty minutes, making him think that a trip to the Quartermaine mansion to forage for food might not be out of the question despite the storm raging outside. Cook had taken to leaving food outside the back door at night on the sly, so he might not even have to go in the house. Torn between staying warm and feeding his belly, Jason reluctantly retrieved his coat from the top of a pile of boxes and headed for the side door.

He spotted on-coming headlights as he passed by the window, but paid scant attention. No one had shown up at the warehouse during the three weeks he’d been staying there. Understandably then, the reverberating sound of the car door slamming shut sent him into a panic, and he threw himself down to the floor, crawling frantically toward anything which might provide him sanctuary. By the time the front door slid open, Jason was safely hidden behind some rusting equipment, willing his heart to stop beating so fast.

“Thanks, Dad,” Lorenzo grumbled to himself. “This is really how I want to be spending my time, stuck in this small, nothing town freezing my ass off when I could be on the French Riviera with a beautiful blonde … or brunette, or redhead.”

Exorcising some of his frustration, the tall, well-built Italian pushed the door shut so hard the windows shook. “Just fall down, you fucking eyesore. Dad would get the insurance money and I could get the hell out of here.”

Irritated when the building didn’t comply with his request, Lorenzo searched for the lights and started doing a quick inventory. He still didn’t understand his father’s insistence on sending him to do such a menial task. They had dozens of employees who were much better suited for the job, people who could be trusted to actually do it right. Although why anyone should even care about the contents of a stupid warehouse in the middle of nowhere, USA, was beyond him. Catching sight of a particularly decrepit looking thing in the corner, Lorenzo sighed and walked over to it, shaking his head in dismay.

“Worthless piece of shit,” he snarled, yanking a piece of metal off the top and hurling it toward the floor.

Jason grunted in pain when the object struck him just above the knee. Dragging himself to his feet, he tried to sprint past the surprised stranger, but his knee buckled underneath him and he went down in a heap. By the time he managed to get up again, Lorenzo had a gun pointed in his direction.

“Who are you?”

“Nobody,” Jason replied, his quavering voice belying his attempt at bravado.

“You’re just a boy,” Lorenzo observed, his eyes narrowing astutely as he stepped closer to Jason.

A blazing heat of indignation appeared in Jason’s blue eyes, and Lorenzo smiled at the display. “I’m no boy. I’m eighteen, and you better back the fuck off of me.”

“Well, I guess that means you’ll go to jail for breaking and entering, as opposed to doing a little time in some juvenile detention center.”

“Why do you have to call the police?” Jason pleaded. “I wasn’t hurting anything.”

“What’s your name, boy?”

“Jason.”

“Jason what?”

“Just Jason.”

Placing the gun back in his jacket pocket, Lorenzo cast a challenging glance toward Jason. “Okay, Just Jason, tell me what you’re doing in here, and I’ll decide if I really need to contact the police.”

Furious at having to open up to a stranger, Jason paced back and forth a few times, tugging at the collar of his shirt in a way that implied he was uncomfortable in his skin, like his body had grown faster than his ability to adjust to it. “I’m just staying here for a while, okay? You don’t need to know why.”

“Actually, I do. And you’ve got ten seconds to start talking or I’m calling the cops.”

“Fine,” Jason snapped, glaring coldly at Lorenzo. “I don’t have anywhere else to stay.”

Lorenzo’s eyes raked over the boy’s slender but muscular frame, frowning at the youthful innocence reflected in his face. “How old are you really?”

“Eighteen, just like I said.”

“Did you run away from home?”

“It’s a long story,” Jason replied succinctly, trying to discourage any more questions.

“I’ve got all night. We can talk here, or we can talk at the police station; your choice.”

Giving in to the inevitable, Jason recounted the tale of his car wreck and subsequent coma, followed by total amnesia. “When I regained consciousness, all these people kept coming by to visit, pressuring me to be their precious Jason Quartermaine. The more they talked about how wonderful he was, the more determined I became to be nothing like him.”

“These people, they were his family?”

“Yeah, mostly. Some were friends.”

“Did you ever stop to imagine how hard it was for them, to lose a son, a brother, a close friend?”

“Yes, I did,” Jason hissed, enraged that someone who didn’t know a damned thing about the situation was trying to judge him. “But I couldn’t be him; I’m not him. I don’t remember a fucking thing about his life.”

Sorry that he had pushed so hard, Lorenzo murmured a quick apology and tried to backtrack. “Isn’t there anyone who will help you?”

“Not unless I give in and agree to be Jason Quartermaine.”

“What are you doing for food? Do you have any money?”

“None of your fucking business.” Picking his coat up off the floor, Jason slung it over his shoulders and headed for the door. “Call the cops if you want; I don’t give a shit.”

“Wait,” Lorenzo called. “How would you like a nice hot meal?” The offer was suspicious, but the hunger was gnawing at his stomach. Jason hesitated, the idea of decent food too tempting to ignore. “My name is Lorenzo Alcazar. What name are you going by since you don’t want to be Jason Quartermaine?”

“Jason Morgan.”

“Okay, Jason Morgan. I don’t know anybody in town. In exchange for your companionship for the evening, I’ll provide you with the dinner of your choice, complete with wine and dessert.”

Jason aimed a wary glance at Lorenzo, thinking perhaps the older man was hinting at something sexual. “What do you mean by companionship?”

“What do you think I mean?” Lorenzo grinned.

Caught off balance by the change in Lorenzo’s demeanor, Jason eyes widened in surprise, his body tingling in a most peculiar way. “I don’t know,” he stammered.

Lorenzo smiled at Jason’s confusion. “Oh, you are a pretty boy. Tell me something, Jason Morgan. Do you like girls? Boys? Or both?” As he spoke, Lorenzo dragged his fingers roughly across Jason’s mouth, pulling down on the plump lower lip with his thumb to experience the wet heat he longed to feel elsewhere.

Wishing he could shoot back some sarcastic reply, Jason could only manage to whisper a strangled, “I’m not sure.”

“You mean since you’ve been out of the coma you haven’t …”

“No.”

“Hasn’t there been anyone around that you found interesting?”

“His girlfriend, Keesha, kissed me. Jason Quartermaine’s, I mean. At least she said she was his girlfriend.”

“And you felt?”

“Nothing,” Jason shrugged.

Removing his hand from Jason’s face with a regretful sigh, Lorenzo raised one eyebrow and said, “interesting.”

“Do you think that means I’m gay?”

“Not necessarily. Maybe you just weren’t interested in her.”

“I’ve seen other women around, nurses at the hospital. Some of them were really pretty too. But none of them got me …” Too embarrassed to complete the sentence, Jason stepped back from Lorenzo and looked down at the floor.

“Hot? Excited? Turned on? Ready for action?” Closing the distance between them again, Lorenzo let his palm slide down the front of Jason’s pants. “Hard?”

Jason was so startled that he jumped into the contact, pressing his erect penis more fully into Lorenzo’s hand. “Stop,” he protested weakly.

“Sweet boy,” Lorenzo groaned. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had somebody like you. Women are wonderful creatures, but there’s something so delicious about being with another man, especially when he’s blonde-haired and blue-eyed and pure as the driven snow. This Keesha, did she tell you whether or not the two of you had slept together?”

Blushing at the question, Jason hemmed and hawed a few seconds before finally confiding in Lorenzo. “She said we were waiting until marriage.”

“And no man has approached you, claiming to be involved with Jason Quartermaine?”

“No, there’s been nothing like that.”

“Holy shit,” Lorenzo exclaimed. “You really could be a virgin.” He groaned at the thought of busting that cherry and then mouthed a kiss at Jason. “I think I just came in my pants.”

“I have to go,” Jason blurted out, frightened by Lorenzo’s aggressive behavior.

“No, don’t. Just come back to my hotel room with me, no strings attached. I’ll order whatever you like from room service, and we won’t do anything you don’t want to do. I promise.”

Jason’s stomach picked that moment to growl again, and he bit his lip nervously, worried about making the wrong decision. “You’ll feed me, and I don’t have to do anything?”

“Nothing you don’t want to do,” Lorenzo corrected.

“Okay, I’ll go.”

With one hand on Jason’s sleeve, Lorenzo immediately led him out to the car, not allowing him time to change his mind. “Nice wheels,” Jason gushed, staring in awe at the black Mercedes S500.

“Would you like to drive it?”

The younger man’s face lit up like it was Christmas. “You’re kidding.”

“I never kid about cars or sex.” Lorenzo pressed the button to open the doors and then tossed the keys to Jason.

The drive to the hotel was fast and furious as Jason pushed the luxury automobile hard, testing its limits. Lorenzo smiled indulgently and shook his head, remembering the way he had been the first time he drove a car with some real speed. “You like?”

“It’s fucking awesome, dude.”

Jason was still feeling the rush when he and Lorenzo got out of the car and headed for the elevator. The sparkling excitement in his blue eyes captured Lorenzo’s interest. “Siete così scopare bello.”

“What did you say?” Jason asked, shifting his weight nervously on the balls of his feet.

“I said you were so fucking beautiful.”

“Women are beautiful, not men.”

“On the contrary, my sweet, innocent boy. Some of the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen were men.”

“Did you sleep with them?”

Lorenzo noted the spark of curiosity, despite Jason’s attempt to come across as casually indifferent. “Occasionally. Does that shock you?”

“No, I guess not. You’re attracted to men and women?”

“I’m an equal opportunity seducer.”

The elevator doors opened, and Lorenzo led the way to his suite with Jason following a healthy distance behind. The room service menu was on the table in plain sight when Jason finally walked through the door. “Check it out and see what you want.”

Jason couldn’t decide between steak and chicken, so Lorenzo ordered one of each, along with a lobster tail for himself. The view from the balcony afforded them the opportunity to look out over the entire city, and Jason pointed out the Quartermaine mansion in the distance while they waited for their food.

“Well, your parents don’t seem to be hurting for money.”

“My grandfather’s loaded. He owns ELQ; maybe you’ve heard of it.”

“Sure, I’ve heard of ELQ. Is your whole family involved in the business?”

“My parents are doctors.”

“A noble profession.”

Rolling his eyes in derision, Jason mumbled, “whatever,” and focused his attention on the view again.

When Lorenzo heard the knock at the door, he motioned for Jason to stay put and had the waiter set up everything on the balcony. Half an hour later, they were polishing off the second bottle of merlot, completed sated and feeling so lazy it was hard to move. Jazz was playing in the background, and Jason couldn’t resist being a little mischievous, especially now that his stomach was full.

“Why don’t you listen to some real music, like rap?”

“You are a barbarian,” Lorenzo chided. “There is nothing like a good meal, a vintage bottle of wine, and Duke Ellington. It sets a certain mood.”

“Well, I think Ludacris saying, ‘I got more dick than a lil’ bit,’ sets a better mood.”

In spite of his large, muscular frame, Lorenzo moved quickly, yanking Jason to his feet and shoving him against the wall. “I’m all for talking about dick.” His hand wormed its way into Jason’s pants, grabbing the younger man’s rigid meat and jerking it roughly.

The attack was so sudden that Jason couldn’t begin to summon the strength to refuse. “Oh, God,” he wailed, bucking hard against Lorenzo’s hand.

“What to do with you?” Lorenzo pondered, staring at Jason like he was something to devour. “How about we start with some frottage?”

“Frottage?” Jason gulped. “What’s that?”

In lieu of a response, Lorenzo unzipped Jason’s pants and slid down the front of his boxers, allowing his cock to spring free. After repeating the process on himself, he grasped both of their erections in one large mitt, holding them together as he started to move his hips. Jason gasped deliriously, digging his fingers into Lorenzo’s shoulders and keeping the rhythm as best he could. In a matter of seconds, Jason was spurting ropes of come across both their clothing, getting them sticky and wet.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Lorenzo stated with clenched teeth, driving toward his own release. “It’s beautiful; you’re beautiful.”

He buried his face in Jason’s hair as he climaxed, breathing in the musky smell of sex mixed with Jason’s own unique scent. “Damn, you’re potent.”

When he pulled back, Jason’s eyes were huge and frightened, so Lorenzo petted him gently, stroking his hair and uttering softly spoken reassurances about pleasure and performance. “How about we take a nice hot shower?”

“Together?

“Unless you’d rather take one alone.”

Jason blushed and looked away. “Together is good.”

Holding Jason’s hand loosely, Lorenzo walked him toward the bathroom, unbuttoning both their shirts with his free hand along the way. The water was almost scalding as they entered the shower, and the two huddled in the corner, getting used to the heat before finally plunging underneath the showerhead. Lorenzo lathered up the soap and knelt down at Jason’s feet. Working his way upward, he washed Jason’s feet, ankles, calves, knees, and thighs, allowing his fingers to wander around behind and tease at the puckered opening between Jason’s clenched buttocks.

“Relax,” Lorenzo chuckled. He stood up to finish washing the rest of Jason’s body, spending a great deal of time on the golden-hued skin covering the chest muscles. After he rinsed away the soap, Lorenzo darted out his tongue and gave each nipple a quick lashing. Jason surged against him, begging for more, but Lorenzo had moved on to Jason’s mouth.

Cupping the boy’s face in his hands, Lorenzo lowered his head, tasting Jason with a gentle swipe of his tongue. Jason opened for him immediately, and Lorenzo took advantage, plundering the reddened lips with a bruising intensity. Their mouths were fused together, bodies straining to touch at every juncture. Lorenzo gradually became aware of Jason’s arousal poking into his abdomen.

“Nice recovery time,” he teased. “But, then again, you are a teenager.” He dropped back down to his knees and looked up at Jason. “Perhaps I should do something about that.”

The feel of Lorenzo’s mouth on his dick had Jason sobbing uncontrollably. It was too much, yet not enough, all at the same time. Jason thought he was going to pass out when the pointed end of Lorenzo’s tongue tried to penetrate the tiny slit along the tip, and he was grateful for the shower wall bearing his weight and Lorenzo’s strong arms, which were now wrapped around his thighs.

With his hands clenching Jason’s rounded ass, Lorenzo pulled him forward, driving the engorged shaft into his throat. Looking up at Jason once more, Lorenzo swallowed deliberately, working his muscles around the thick flesh until Jason screamed and flooded his mouth with white, creamy liquid. Sliding his hand between Jason’s cheeks, Lorenzo eased one finger inside the slippery opening, burying it to the hilt as the cock in his throat convulsed wildly.

When he was sure Jason’s orgasm was over, Lorenzo eased his finger out of the spasming sphincter and then opened his mouth, letting the now limp organ slide free. “My turn,” he mumbled, turning off the water and reaching for a couple of towels. Despite the urgency he felt, Lorenzo took his time, brushing the soft material over every inch of Jason’s naked flesh.

“What are you going to do to me?” Jason asked, his voice just a tad fearful.

Without pretense, Lorenzo stared at him, making no secret of his intentions. “I’d like to fuck you.”

“Won’t it hurt?”

“It shouldn’t hurt very much. I know what I’m doing, and I’ll take plenty of time preparing you.”

“It looks too big to fit there.”

“Jason, believe me when I say your body is capable of stretching to accommodate my size. And I’m not interesting in doing anything you don’t want to do. So you can say ‘stop’ at any time.”

“But what if you’re right in the middle of …”

“At any time, Jason.”

The blonde head ducked down for a moment, and Lorenzo was convinced he would be forced to satisfy himself later that night when Jason unexpectedly looked up and graced him with an angelic smile. “I want it too.”

A minute later, they were lying on Lorenzo’s bed, his lube-covered fingers poking and prodding Jason’s anus, stretching the sensitive tissue so it would be able to accept something much larger. Overriding Jason’s natural instincts to repel such an invasion, Lorenzo managed to get three fingers inside and pumped them hard and fast, forcing Jason’s asshole to open for him.

The sound of the condom packet tearing startled Jason, and he jumped in reaction. “Easy,” Lorenzo coaxed, extracting his fingers a little at the time until Jason’s gaping hole was exposed.

“Don’t hurt me,” Jason pleaded.

Lorenzo’s eyes softened as he took in the picture of Jason lying beneath him, legs pushed up to his shoulders, face appearing far younger than his eighteen years. “Only in a good way.”

Entry was difficult, in spite of all the preparation, and Lorenzo breathed a sigh of relief when his massive head finally breeched the tight ring. “The hard part is over,” he promised, sinking slowly into the blistering heat of Jason’s ass. The tears falling from Jason’s eyes only made it sweeter, reminding Lorenzo of the importance of the gift he’d been given. Determined to provide Jason with a memory he would always treasure, Lorenzo used all of his more than considerable skill to fuck them both into a state of ecstasy, pounding with such powerful strokes that the headboard banged loudly against the wall, chipping off the paint.

Amazingly, Jason’s cock experienced a brief resurgence, but the friction from Lorenzo’s frenzied movements quickly took care of that. Shortly afterward, Lorenzo was also forced to give in to the demands of his body, and he shoved his tool as deep inside of Jason as he could go before surrendering to the inevitable.

“Are you okay?” Lorenzo asked, when he had recovered his breath enough to speak.

“No, I’m so far beyond okay it’s not even funny.” Lorenzo smiled in appreciation and started to withdraw. “Don’t go,” Jason murmured. “I like having you inside of me.”

Rolling them both on their sides, Lorenzo snuggled up close to Jason, draping one arm lightly across his partner’s body. “Why don’t you come with me to Italy?”

“And do what? I don’t have any way to support myself.”

“I’ve got plenty of money.”

“You want me to be your whore?”

“I could think of worse things to be,” Lorenzo winked. “But, no, that’s not what I was thinking about. Your face is breathtaking, and I’m sure I could get you some modeling jobs. Or you could go to school. My family has ties to several universities; I could get you a free ride to study whatever you like.”

“Really? Are you sure you want me to come to Italy? Don’t you think you’d get tired of me?”

“I’m sure I would,” Lorenzo said, watching as Jason’s face fell. “In about a hundred years or so.”

In a show of newfound confidence, Jason reached over and pinched Lorenzo’s ass. “You shouldn’t tease me.”

“Why not? It’s so much fun.”

“I’ll make you pay for that.”

“I’m waiting,” Lorenzo replied in amusement.

“Later. I’m exhausted. You wore me out.”

“You better get your rest then, because I’m planning on wearing you out again soon.”

“Good,” Jason said sleepily. “Night, Lorenzo.”

Knowing he should get up and take care of the mess, Lorenzo chose instead to watch Jason sleep. Eventually, his own eyes closed, and he drifted off to sleep, dreaming of exploring the attractions of Italy with a certain pretty blonde boy by his side.