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The Queen of Hearts

Chapter eight

It was mid afternoon when Madison woke up. He sat up in bed slowly, trying to remember where he was and what had happened and when it came to him he sighed softly.

It was obvious that the detective had taken his dress, most likely to dry and the shirt hung loose on his frame, hitting just above mid thigh when he stood. Madison ran a hand through his hair and yawned before heading to the door, slipping out into the hallway.

The house was huge, much bigger than any place he’d ever lived in. There were a number of rooms off the long hallway and more up the stairs, big enough to house up to ten people, but he suspected that the detective lived there alone.

He found the man in the front room, sitting in front of the TV with a can of beer in his hand. Zach put the can down and flicked off the TV, turning to Madison with a half worried smile.

“How do you feel?” he asked, eyes drawn to the boy’s bare, pale legs. Madison looked so beautiful and sexy with the shirt half hanging off his shoulder, the sleeves too long and his hair mussed from sleeping. He tried to stop himself imagining what the boy would look like beneath his clothing- feeling wrong for thinking so of him. The boy had sex for a living, he probably wasn’t that interested in it anymore.

“Really tired…”

“Are you warm enough?” Zach rose to his feet, crossing to stand before the boy. “You were really cold when I found you.”

Madison reached up to brush back his bangs, looking up into the man’s eyes. It was strange to have someone he barely knew care about him so much, especially a cop who’d locked him in a cell mere weeks before.

“How did you find me?”

Zach took the boy’s arm, leading him over to the couch where he sat, curling his legs beneath him.

“I went to your home…to pay my respects, but it was just after you ran out of there. I told them I’d go find you. I was lucky enough to see you there out of the corner of my eye…if I hadn’t found you, you probably would have frozen to death.”

“I don’t even know how long I was there,” Madison whispered, “I was just so…angry, and so upset…”

“Do you want some coffee?”

The boy nodded and Zach disappeared into the kitchen to put the kettle on. He decided to make Madison a bowl of soup too, just so he could get something inside him.

The dark haired boy had moved to the side of the couch when he re-entered the room, carrying a tray in his hands. Madison was half lying on the cushions, his head resting on the arm rest, his arm dangling over the side

“Are you feeling alright?” Zach asked, setting the tray down and sitting next to Madison, placing a hand on his forehead. He seemed too warm, his cheeks slightly flushed. “Your temperature is a little high.”

“I’m fine, thank you detective.”

“I told you to call me Zach.”

The man turned to pick up the tray then placed it in Madison’s lap.

“I want you to eat something.”

The boy nodded, his gaze meeting with the blond’s briefly before he took a sip of the soup. It was tomato, most likely an expensive brand that Madison would never buy and it tasted a lot better than what he usually ate.

He managed about half the bowl before he set the tray down, taking up his coffee to sip slowly while he watched the detective. The man was taking such care to make sure he was comfortable, treating him like he wasn’t some lowly whore. It made him wonder if the detective had a partner, and if he did, why he was spending so much time with him.

It was obvious that Zach had more money than he knew what to do with, it seemed so ironic. The blond had too much money and Madison had too little. Zach didn’t have to work, but he did it because he wanted to, Madison worked because he had to, because he had no choice.

It suddenly dawned on him that he might have worked out the identity of the mysterious benefactor, the one that had paid for Jamie’s funeral. The pieces fit, he just couldn’t work out why the man would do that.

“Zach,” he began, “It was you wasn’t it, that paid for Jamie’s funeral?”

The blond stared at him for a few moments, before he nodded. “I know you couldn’t afford it…but I can see how much he meant to you.”

“Why…?” Madison could feel the tears coming again, sliding down his cheeks slowly. “Why do you care? You didn’t even know Jamie…but he was everything to me.”

Zach sighed. He hated the tears, the pain that was evident on Madison’s face.

“I meant what I told you when I dropped you off the other day,” the blond said softly, shifting closer to the other. He reached to brush away tears, but Madison batted his arm away, then shoved at his shoulders, trying to push him away. Zach caught the flailing arms, holding his wrists and leaning in closer.

“I really can’t stop thinking about you, Madison,” he whispered, eyes drawn to the boy’s soft lips, parted slightly as he breathed. He couldn’t resist shifting forward, pressing his lips onto Madison’s and pulling him in for a soft, slow kiss. He hadn’t meant to, but he found he couldn’t help himself.

When he released the slender wrists, Zach expected the boy to push him away, but hands slid around his shoulders and lips parted beneath his own, drawing him further into the kiss. A soft moan from Madison had him shifting closer, wrapping his arms around the slender frame and deepening the kiss. He wondered why he was doing it, why he was unable to resist the boy, but he didn’t have an answer. He made it a rule not to get romantically involved with anyone who’d been brought into the station, let alone a prostitute, but he couldn’t help himself.

Zach dropped one of his hands to Madison’s knee and he slid it slowly up over the impossibly soft skin of his thigh. He didn’t know what he was doing, he just wanted to touch more of him, feel the slender body in ways that he knew he shouldn’t. When his hand slipped beneath the bottom of the shirt, moving to cup Madison’s buttock through his underwear, the boy gave another moan, one that shot directly to his groin.

The next thing he knew, he’d moved them, rolling Madison beneath him on the couch and lying heavily on top of him. He found he couldn’t leave the boy’s lips, kissing, teasing and nipping across them until they were swollen beneath his own. His cock had gone rigid between them and he unconsciously ground it into Madison’s, pulling soft gasps and moans from his lips.

Zach rolled them again until the boy was on top and his hands slipped down to grasp slender hips, pulling Madison into a position that allowed him to rub his clothed cock between soft, yet tight buttocks. He couldn’t believe how hard he was, how aroused he had become from just kissing the boy and he was desperate for more, aching to sink his throbbing erection deep into Madison and take him slow and deep.

But there had been many men there before him, many people that had paid Madison for the privilege of taking him. There had been so many people that had found their pleasure inside the boy, fucked him as hard as they wanted to until they’d had their fill.

It was that thought that made him stop, hands grasping Madison’s hips to stop the rubbing against him, pulling back from his lips reluctantly. It was hard to stop, when he looked up at the boy, saw his lips parted as he panted softly, his cheeks flushed with arousal.

“I’m sorry…” Zach said softly, pushing Madison off of him and sliding round to sit on the edge of the couch. A moment later, he got to his feet, taking up the tray and disappearing into the kitchen.

Madison, left kneeling on the couch with his cock hard and aching watched him go in confusion. He felt sure that the man wanted him desperately and it would be a good way to repay him, thank him for all the help, but he had pulled away.

He didn’t know what he wanted, the kiss and everything that followed had felt good, better than any client had ever made him feel.

Madison raised a hand to touch his swollen bottom lip, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

An hour later, when night was beginning to fall, Zach took Madison back to his house. They had hardly said anything since the incident on the couch, each a little embarrassed and confused about it.

The detective couldn’t believe he had gone so far. He had only intended to help Madison out, to warm him up and make sure he was safe before he sent him home, and he wondered how he had gone from that to practically humping him on the couch. He found his resolve wasn’t up to much when it came to Madison.

After some searching, he’d found the boy a pair of pants that he hadn’t worn in some time. He wasn’t a particularly large man, but the pants hung so loose on Madison’s hips that they kept slipping down. They’d eventually compromised on a belt, but even on the tightest notch, the pants were still low.

As he pulled up outside the house, Zach stopped and turned to Madison, who was clutching his still slightly damp dress in his hands.

“I’m sorry Madison,” he began, placing a hand on the boy’s arm, “I don’t know what I was thinking…taking advantage of you like that. I know you’re going through a really tough time, and I do want to help you through it. Please,” he slipped a hand into his pocket to withdraw a card, handing it over to the other, “call me if you need anything. Anything at all.”

Madison nodded slightly, taking the card with slender fingers. He wanted to say something to the detective, but he didn’t know what to say, didn’t know if he could speak without embarrassing himself or getting caught up in knots.

“Are you going back to work soon?” Zach asked after the silence, sliding his hand absentmindedly down Madison’s arm. The boy nodded, lowering his eyes.

“I have to. I can’t rely on Alysia and Rob to take care of me forever.”

A frown crossed the blond’s face. “I wish you wouldn’t. I don’t want to see you end up like the others.”

“Like Jamie, you mean?”

The detective sighed. “Yes. I know I haven’t…known you that long. But I care about you, Madison.”

Zach stroked a finger down the boy’s pale cheek before cupping his chin, turning the other’s head towards him.

“I don’t want to see anything happen to you.”

He leaned close, brushing his lips across Madison’s briefly before releasing him.

“Remember to call if you need anything, okay?”

The boy nodded, his eyes lingering on Zach for a few moments before he climbed out of the car, heading back to the house.

The detective didn’t drive away until he knew Madison was safely inside, then he started the car with a sigh. If the boy went back to work, he felt sure that he would end up getting hurt. He was small, slender and beautiful, a prime target for any man that decided to take advantage, and there would be nothing he could do, especially since he hadn’t been eating and had grown weaker.

Alysia and Rob were in the front room when he arrived, just finishing the last of the cleaning up from Jamie’s farewell gathering. They both turned as he arrived and Alysia moved to sweep him up in a tight hug.

“God, Maddy, we were so worried,” he told the boy as he drew back, his eyes trailing down the clothing he was wearing. “What happened to you?”

Madison sighed. “I don’t want to talk about it,” he replied, slipping off his shoes. “Rob, you can tell Maddox I’ll be back at work tomorrow.”

The blond nodded, equally as confused about what had happened. Still, Madison didn’t look like he’d gotten into any trouble, so that was something to be thankful for.

“I’ll be in my room,” the dark haired boy told them, pausing only to drape the dress he was carrying over the banister before heading upstairs. As he lay down on the bed that had once been Jamie’s, he remembered the card that Zach had given him and he looked at it thoughtfully.

He contemplated throwing it away, not wanting to bother the detective any more than he had, but something made him turn, slip it into his bag. He had a feeling he’d be needing it sooner than he thought.

The detective was on Madison’s mind a lot during the days following Jamie’s funeral. He often thought about the man when he settled down to sleep, remembering what it felt like to be beneath him on the couch, pinned by the weight of his strong body.

But he felt guilty. Guilty for thinking about the man sexually, for desiring him so shortly after Jamie had died. He and Jamie had never been in an exclusive relationship, but they had shared many a tender moment on lonely nights. Still, it wasn’t Jamie that was in his head anymore when he closed his eyes, it was Zach.

Madison sighed as he lay awake in the middle of the night, unable to sleep. He had slept for a few hours, sinking into what he vaguely remembered to be an erotic dream but had woken suddenly to find himself sprawled on the centre of his bed, tangled up in the sheets.

He had also woken up with a rather distinct erection, something that drew his attention yet again as he turned on his side. He had decided to ignore it, wait until it went down, but it didn’t seem to want to do so.

With a sigh, he turned onto his back, propping himself up on his pillows. Pyjama pants were slid off easily enough, dropped onto the bed beside him and he looked down at his erection in the moonlight filtering into the room. It had been a long time since he had felt good enough to touch himself, but he just knew he wasn’t going to get any sleep if he didn’t. Perhaps it would help, give him a way to release the tension that had been mounting in recent weeks.

Madison let out a soft moan as he wrapped his hand around his stiff cock, beginning to stroke achingly slowly. It felt good, better than he’d remembered and it was all he could do not to pump himself at a fevered pace, racing towards his finish.

Instead, he paused, snagging a tube from the drawer by his bed and squeezing a little lube into his hand. He then returned to stroking himself, laying his head back and enjoying the pace.

He could have thought of anything while he masturbated- a particular time he and Jamie had spent together, a night with one of his clients, a porn flick he had watched on TV, but instead, his thoughts fell on Zach, on the time he had spent with the man.

He recalled the passionate lips pressing on his own, the hard body against him and the feeling of the man’s cock pressing into his thigh as he lay on top of him. He remembered how good it had felt to be with someone that wasn’t paying him for sex for once, someone that truly and utterly desired him.

With the man’s face in his mind, his own hand stroking seemed to take on a different form. He could almost hear Zach’s voice in his head as the man pumped him slowly, giving him just the right speed and pressure he needed.

Madison could almost feel the body pressed against him and the thought made him moan softly, arching his body into what felt like another’s touch.

“Oh…Zach…” he whispered as he slid his fingers up to the head of his cock, teasing the sensitive ridge with a sharp intake of breath. He imagined what it would be like if the man instead decided to lean over him, touching the tip of his tongue to the head of his aching erection, causing pleasure to flood through him.

Madison’s head tossed against the pillows, his hips bucked up into his hand as he let the sensations overtake him. It was almost too much, the combination of his own stroking and his mind deep in fantasies and he barely kept it together to stop himself climaxing so soon.

He slowed down his pace, panting softly and biting his bottom lip as he slid his hand back down his shaft, away from the tempting pleasure of teasing the head.

He knew he was close already, that it had been Zach in his mind that had made him that way and the thought confused him. The blond was a man that had locked him in a cell for prostitution, a police officer that could never understand his way of life, but he was still something that Madison desired. Perhaps it was the fact that the man had cared for him unconditionally like Jamie had, going out of his way to help him. It was rare that a virtual stranger took such an interest in him beyond wanting him for sex.

Madison brought himself to the edge with the thought of being on his knees, his lips wrapped around the blond’s cock as he stroked himself slowly. With a soft cry, he arched his back, releasing across his hand harder than he had in a long time.

Afterwards, he felt…wrong. He felt wrong for thinking about the man in such a way, using his image to bring himself off shamelessly.

With a sigh, he slid off of the bed, padding on bare feet across to the bathroom, where he washed his hands and then splashed a little water on his face. As he looked in the mirror, he realised he actually looked a little healthier than he had done in the time following Jamie’s death. He had a little colour back in his cheeks and he wasn’t looking so gaunt.

Perhaps it had been Zach’s doing. Perhaps a stranger actually caring about him would be good for him. Only time would tell.

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