CHAPTER 1-4
Lucky Spencer's whole life went up in flames the night he was abducted from his tiny studio apartment - the victim in a long-standing feud between two families. He was sacrificed to Helena Cassadine, made to pay for his father's crimes. Held prisoner by an eccentric recluse, and guarded over by George, Helena's vicious henchman, Lucky's new life became a living hell. For years his family and friends assumed that he was dead - until he walked back into their lives - still harboring his own demons, still paying for the past.
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Port Charles Police Department
Holding Cell Number 13
'I bet this is what people would call ironic, ' Jason mused, jangling the handcuffs Taggert had refused to remove from his wrists. Jason had never quite grasped the concept of irony, but it was hitting home now, as he paced alone in this cage. He closed his eyes, trying to use the unsolicited solitude to make some kind of sense of the evening, of the past year.
Never before, in all of his conscious memory, nor, he was sure, in his previous life as a Quartermaine, had Jason ever felt this way. The intense desire and possessiveness, the lack of control, the overwhelming need. It had consumed him for months - forced him to take foolish risks and make bad choices. It would probably end up costing him his wife and son, his partner, his reputation. It had led him here, to a holding cell, locked down and chained up.
"Damn it," Jason cursed, banging his fists on the cell bars, wishing he could get out and see for himself that everything was okay.
'You should never have gotten involved in all this,' he chastised himself. But he knew he wouldn't change any of it, even if he could.
And he knew, the same way he knew that he was Jason Morgan, that he didn't want to. Oh, he'd tried to tell himself that it was wrong, and on some level, he even knew it was. But unfortunately, Jason never really cared about sexual morality, or even understood it really. No matter what anyone else might think, this was what he lived for now. And no obsessed PCPD commissioner, jealous wife, disapproving friends or overprotective father could stop him. Stop them.
Jason ended his pacing and took a seat on the hard cell bunk, trying to remember his life before any of this started. He was content - with Carly and Michael, with his place in the organization, in the world. He thought he had everything he ever wanted.
Until he found the one thing he didn't know he needed.
Jason looked around the dark cell, and sighed as he remembered that fateful night. Lucky Spencer's homecoming bash. After three years of thinking he'd never see his son again, Luke had spent weeks planning the biggest party Port Charles had ever seen. Luke's joy at Lucky's return was matched only by the guilt he felt that his son had been taken at all. He was trying to make it up to him, in every possible way. Luke, and the whole town, wanted Lucky to know how happy they were that he was home.
The only problem that night was that no one could find the guest of honor.
Jason was at Luke's when the call came in. Luke wasn't there - he was off with Elizabeth, trying to figure out where his son had gone. There was no one else to handle it really. At least, no one Luke could trust.
How was that for irony?
Jason sighed, preferring to dwell on the past than his current situation. He had intercepted the phone call that fateful night and decided to take care of it. He would always wonder how different his life would be if Luke had been the one to find Lucky that night.
Nothing could have prepared Jason for what he saw. The memory of it still haunted him, the brutal images that shocked him were now burned into his brain. Into his soul. Into his heart.
Into his cock.
Jason shifted on the cot, his dick straining against his jeans as his wrists fought against the unyielding restraints. God, he didn't know how Lucky could stand these things for so long. He smiled involuntarily - Lucky would get a good laugh out of this.
Wouldn't he?
Jason had a momentary flicker of doubt. It had been hours, and he was still here, cuffed and under arrest. Lucky had assured him when they got to the PCPD that he'd take care of things. What if this is where Lucky wanted him?
He shook his head. There was no way - Lucky wouldn't do that to him. This couldn't have been a setup.
Of course, that's what Jason had thought that long-ago night. He could have been mistaken then. Was he wrong now, too?
No - no way, Jason resolved, trying to quell his nagging doubts. Lucky wouldn't turn on him, not now. He tried not to wonder how Taggert had known where to find them. Taggert had been on a mission to nab Jason for months. And Lucky was the perfect way to get to him.
Jason refused to go down that path. Except that he couldn't stop remembering the agonized words Lucky had uttered earlier when Taggert walked in on them. If it was true, if Lucky really felt that way about him, then...
'No, no, no - it wasn't real,' Jason told himself. He was reacting to memories, nightmares, that's all. Lucky said he'd get you out of this. You'd know if he was lying. You always know the truth.
He sighed ruefully again, realizing that for the first time, Jason Morgan wasn't at all sure of what was real and what was fake, what was true or what was a lie.
This irony thing was a bitch...
Interrogation Room
Commissioner Taggert rubbed his face in his hands, his frustration mounting with every passing second. "Just talk to me, Lucky. I'm not going to judge you, or think less of you. I know how Morgan operates. Let me guess - he lured you there, under some pretense, then turned on you, like the animal he really is. Is that pretty much how it went?"
His goading reaped another silent response. Taggert bristled, recalling just how accurately his descriptions fit the wild scene he'd witnessed when he raided Morgan's upstate operation this evening. That was hours ago, and the images still lingered. And Lucky was still not talking.
"Damn it!" Taggert cursed, rising from his chair and conducting his umpteenth round of pacing. He was so close to nailing Jason Morgan, he could taste it. If he could just get Lucky to open up, to tell the truth, it would all be over.
Sure, Morgan wouldn't be going down for murder, but he would go down nonetheless - and hard. Resisting arrest, false imprisonment, assault, sexual battery...
Taggert winced and looked over at Lucky, whose expression was unreadable, as it had been since Taggert bundled him into the squad car for the long ride back to Port Charles. How the kid could hold it together like this was something else. Taggert reminded himself of everything Lucky had been through, details Taggert knew intimately and usually did his best not to think about.
"Lucky," he resumed his questioning, his voice now soothing instead of angry. "You don't have to feel ashamed. I know none of this was your fault. But you need to help me out here."
Lucky lowered his head and tried to figure out what to say. He couldn't really blame Taggert for pursuing this. He knew exactly what Taggert saw, what he'd heard. And what he wanted to hear now. Giving it to him was the best option.
And the only way out.
"It's hard to talk about," Lucky finally whispered haltingly, continuing to stare at the floor.
Taggert froze in his steps and released a thankful breath as he sat back down across from Lucky. He tried not to smile in victory. He didn't want to do anything to make the kid regret spilling his guts. But he couldn't help allowing himself a moment to revel in what was to come for Jason Morgan.
Finally, after years of eluding the police, Port Charles' benign mobster would be brought to his knees. It couldn't happen to a nicer guy.
Taggert was inwardly elated - heady with the anticipation of Morgan's impending defeat and ultimate humiliation.
Unfortunately, Taggert's smug fantasizing allowed Lucky the opportunity he'd been waiting for all evening. Before he even knew what was happening, Taggert felt the cuffs slide around his wrists, pinning his arms behind his back. He tried to reach for his gun, but Lucky had already eased the weapon from its holster.
"God-damn it!" Taggert screamed, yanking his wrists in a vain attempt to get out of the cuffs.
"That'll only make it worse," Lucky warned knowingly. "So will screaming - although, I do know that it's hard to resist." Lucky finally allowed himself the smile he'd suppressed during Taggert's ranting interrogation.
"What are you doing?" Taggert growled, belatedly realizing he had not only completely lost control of the situation, but that he had no idea what the situation really was. Or who he was dealing with. Lucky was the victim here...wasn't he?
"Relax," Lucky hushed, sliding Taggert's gun slowly down the Commissioner's body, using it to flick open the buttons on his shirt. "You wanted to know what Jason did to me. I'm going to enlighten you. Although you probably won't remember most of it," he added as he dragged down the zipper of Taggert's tightening jeans.
Taggert looked at Lucky in shock, horror and amazement at his next declaration:
"Everything you saw tonight - I wanted. I let Jason use me like that - in fact, I asked him to. And in return, I did whatever he wanted me to."
"Including this?" Taggert spat, trying to remain calm.
Lucky responded with a casual shrug. "Let's just call this an improvisation."
Visitation Room
Alexis harrumphed in annoyance as she checked her watch and took a seat, waiting for someone to track down her client. Navigating the PCPD's labyrinth of ineptitude was always a challenge. The usual brain trust was on duty, and no one had any idea where anyone was, or what arrests had been made. Jason Morgan was somewhere within the bowels of the precinct but apparently no one knew much beyond that. This was more like a game of hide and seek, and she wondered what she would find once they finally located her client.
"The glamorous life of a mob lawyer," Alexis muttered.
Interrogation Room
"I knew it," Lucky drawled, releasing the Commissioner's semi-aroused dick from his pants.
Taggert tried to ignore him, pulling futilely at the cuffs. It was no use - he was completely immobilized. But he couldn't stifle his moan as the cool air hit his prick, which was indeed already throbbing, a sensation Lucky's warm, skilled hand was only increasing.
"I kept telling Jason that you were obsessed with him," Lucky mused. "There was really no other explanation for your relentless, and completely fruitless, pursuit."
Taggert glared at the vulgar accusation, but Lucky wasn't buying the Commissioner's look of denial.
"You don't have to be ashamed, Taggert. I know it's not your fault," he mercilessly echoed the commissioner's earlier patronizing words. Leaning in close, he flicked his tongue into Taggert's ear then roughly yanked on the helpless cop's growing dick, coaxing his arousal. "You can't help yourself. Believe me, I understand that better than anyone."
Taggert started to argue but his protests were silenced when Lucky shoved the butt end of the revolver into his mouth as a gag to keep him quiet. "You can spit that out, but the safety's off," Lucky warned. "You don't want to lose your head," he cautioned, returning to the task at hand and squeezing Taggert's now-full erection.
"I've had to listen to you for the last three hours," Lucky continued. "It's your turn now, Taggert. You might want to take notes, but oh - you're kind of incapacitated, aren't you? You'll just have to rely on memory, then. I have a feeling you won't forget this..."
Taggert's breathing was labored, from the combination of sheer tension and the .38 Smith & Wesson filling his mouth. His heart began to race as Lucky knelt down, roughly pushed his legs apart and gripped Taggert's dick in his fist.
Lucky hesitated for the briefest of seconds when he came eye-to-cock with Taggert's meaty member. It was as thick as Jason's but probably three inches longer. 'So much for that contest,' Lucky noted to himself. He looked up, realizing that Taggert was hoping his size would deter Lucky from his appointed task.
"Oh, don't worry, Commissioner. I've had things longer and thicker than this rammed down my throat and shoved up my ass. And I've always been able to take it."
Taggert was in total shock - he didn't even recognize this person in front of him. Kneeling in front of him. He tried to figure out why Lucky was talking and behaving this way, but he didn't have long to contemplate.
He gasped as Lucky opened his mouth and lowered his head, taking Taggert's full length down his throat and staying that way for an improbably long time, gently sucking on the engorged member. It had to be only a few seconds, but it felt like forever to Taggert. Then it was over too soon, as Lucky pulled back, causing Taggert to groan. He involuntarily pushed his hips up from the chair, silently begging for Lucky to take him again. He'd never felt anything like that, and he wanted to feel it again.
"Did you enjoy?" Lucky questioned, licking at his wet lips. Taggert was almost taken in by Lucky's seductive tone, but he couldn't bear to admit his pleasure. He refused to nod his assent, but Lucky knew better. "I think you loved it, but you're just playing hard to please. Very hard," he murmured, running his fingers along Taggert's slick prick. "I know how to take care of you."
The gun muffled Taggert's cry as Lucky pinched at his balls, squeezing them hard.
"I'll ask you one more time - did you like the way my mouth felt on your dick, Commissioner?"
The stern tone and demanding touch were far removed from the vulnerable young man Taggert had been dealing with earlier. He nodded furiously, emitting a sigh of relief mixed with unbridled lust as Lucky released his balls and went back to work on his cock, deepthroating Taggert effortlessly, tracing the veins of his long shaft with his talented tongue, cupping and caressing his balls.
Taggert was powerless as Lucky toyed with the head cop's head - above and below the belt. He abandoned all rational thought, surrendering to Lucky's unrelenting pleasurable oral assault on his cock. In between gulps, Lucky described the carnal acts he and Jason had apparently been engaging in. Someday, maybe Taggert would be able to recall the perverted, arousing details, but at this moment, he couldn't concentrate on anything except his own desires.
It felt as though Lucky had been sucking him for hours, and as good as it felt, Taggert needed to feel something even better. Damn the circumstances. He needed to come. Now. In Lucky's mouth.
His silent plea must have been heard. Taggert nearly choked on the gun handle as Lucky drew off of him again, leaving his tormented cock hanging in the air untouched - a towering, rumbling volcano stalled on the verge of eruption. Reaching up, Lucky slowly removed the gun from Taggert's mouth and set it on the table beside them.
"You can scream now," Lucky advised, satisfied with the commissioner's distressed glare.
Taggert wanted to scream, but not more than he wanted to strangle Lucky. Better yet, choke him. His wrists strained against the cuffs as his temper flared, and suddenly the restraints slipped free, clanging to the floor at his feet.
The unexpected mobility took Taggert by surprise, but he seized full advantage of his freedom. He grabbed his gun from the table, as Lucky squirmed underneath him but couldn't get away. Taggert pulled him back, using his other hand to force Lucky's mouth back down on his hungry cock.
It was payback time.
"Go ahead, you fucking pussy," he growled, thrusting his dark glistening length deep into the boy's warm throat. "You want to suck a man's cock? Then suck it. And I mean all of it," he ordered, summoning all the rage and frustration and lust Lucky had unleashed in him this evening. Lucky Spencer had blown his best shot at taking down Jason Morgan, and Taggert wanted him.
To pay, of course.
"You like it rough, huh?" he rasped, pounding his cock hard in and out of those swollen wet lips. "You think Morgan's a tough guy? You ain't seen nothing yet, boy." Lucky's stifled groan gave Taggert a moment's pause. He tried to access the rational part of his brain, but at the first renewed touch of Lucky's tongue on his aching prick, Taggert was lost. He roughly pushed the hair away from Lucky's face, wanting to see his humiliation and shame.
Lucky's eyes were blazing with a mixture of defiance and insolence, however, and that burned Taggert, who resumed his violent motion, forcing himself further and further into Lucky's weary throat. "I want to see you gag on it, Spencer," Taggert commanded, pressing the gun into Lucky's side for added effect. He rose up slightly from the chair and pushed Lucky's head with all his might, resuming the brutal face-fucking. One last push and Taggert came with incredible ferocity, unloading wave after wave of hot cum into Lucky's battered mouth. "That's it - swallow it all, you lying cocksucker. You'd better not spill a drop or..."
"Or you'll what?" a horrified Alexis interrupted them. "What more could you do to him, Marcus - kill him?"
"Shit!" Taggert quickly shoved Lucky off of his spent cock. "Alexis - what are you doing here?" he demanded, trying to figure out how long she'd been standing there, watching them. He tossed his gun on the desk and hastily pulled up his pants, turning to catch the attorney's appalled expression. "Come on, Alexis, this isn't what it looks like," he reached for her but she backed away. He tried to explain, to erase that look of revulsion from her eyes. "Lucky did this - he wanted it," Taggert asserted weakly. "He set this all up. He forced me..."
"How exactly did Lucky force you to do anything?" Alexis demanded incredulously. "You're the cop, Taggert. You're the one with the gun. You were the one barking out obscene orders and getting a blowjob. And Lucky is the one handcuffed and on his knees, crying and shaking and bleeding."
Taggert spun around in confusion to see Lucky still kneeling on the floor - his face tear-soaked, his lips red and raw, a small stream of blood mixing with droplets of cum running down his chin. And his wrists locked in police-issued handcuffs.
How indeed?
Holding Cell Number 13
Jason stretched out on his bunk and tried to relax. He remembered all the times he'd lectured Carly about the pointlessness of worrying, of going over and over the past and trying to predict the future.
'All you can do is prepare yourself for whatever happens, and not let it throw you if it's not what you expected or hoped for.'
What a crock of shit, Jason fumed.
His trademark cool was crumbling as the minutes ticked by. It was almost midnight, and there was no sign of Taggert. Or Lucky.
Jason was alone with his conscience.
So, basically, Jason was alone.
He laid his head down, trying to relieve the strain on his back, which was aching from his earlier struggle with Taggert. The wafer-thin, filthy mattress didn't provide much support or comfort.
Those would probably be precious commodities in the days ahead, Jason predicted, fearing that the night's ordeal was just the beginning of his troubles. Especially if Lucky had turned on him - and turned him in.
Alone in the dark cell, Jason began to wonder if tonight was the end of the long, strange journey Lucky had taken him on.
He couldn't push aside the thought that this horrible, humiliating ending would be appropriate, given the way it had all begun.
~~~~~~
Several Months earlier
Just outside of Port Charles
The Battering Ram
If the smoke didn't make Jason gag, the foul smell of cheap alcohol and cheaper sex did the trick. He was beginning to think this was an elaborate prank. The guy on the phone had told him "that Spencer kid, the one that came back from the dead" was here, and seemed to be in a "bit of trouble." Then he gave him directions and hung up.
Jason had wandered around the place for about fifteen minutes, most of which was spent using his patented stare to rebuff the amorous leers he was receiving from the bar's sleazy, and exclusively male, patrons. He'd actually had to fend a couple off physically, but that wasn't a problem. This was a rough crowd, but Jason could take care of himself.
The guy on the phone must have been mistaken, Jason figured as he made his way past the sweaty, leather-clad clientele. From what he knew about the kid and what he'd seen of the Battering Ram so far - there was no way Lucky Spencer would be caught dead here.
"Jesus!" Jason nearly shouted as he walked into the back room. It wasn't the immediate and aggressive assault of exposed genitals, fondling hands and probing tongues that shocked him.
No - it was the image of a young man, hands tied behind his back, kneeling in a pool of what Jason could only assume was semen and blood and beer, his mouth wrapped around the thrusting cock of a huge, muscle-bound leather queen, while his ass was pounded with a beer bottle.
It was hard for Jason to determine if it was indeed Lucky, given the dim lighting and the strange angle, and the fact that he'd never seen the kid's ass before.
"Hey buddy, wait your turn!" Jason felt a hand reach around his neck as he tried to inch closer to the action. Jason's own vice grip on the lecher convinced the man to let him pass.
A few of the onlookers took notice of the handsome stranger - Jason's muscular form and chiseled good looks were drawing some attention away from the floor show. He could feel the guy beside him staring at him.
"What in the hell is this?" Jason asked the admirer.
"What does it look like?"
"It looks like that poor kid's getting raped, that's what it looks like," Jason spat back, his anger boiling to the surface just in time to push back the vaguest stirring of arousal he'd begun to feel.
"I'd say he's doing a good job, then," the guy laughed, amused by Jason's naiveté.
"What does that mean?" Jason demanded.
"It means he's been going at it like this for almost an hour. It's incredible - I've never seen anyone put on a show like this. He's come at least three times, but look - he's hard again."
"I don't want to look," Jason insisted, even as his eyes focused on the kid's long, dripping cock, which was leaking a steady thin thread of precum into the puddle on the floor beneath him. The aroused organ was being alternately licked and slapped by a third participant.
Jason could hear the kid's muffled cries and moans, and just as his eyes finally adjusted to the dim light, Jason caught a glimpse of his face. He shook his head in disbelief - it couldn't be. But it was.
Lucky Spencer.
Jason was paralyzed with shock at the scene, and his own reaction to it. He knew he should stop this, but he didn't know how.
Mr. Leather was finishing up, squirting his cum all over Lucky's face, and screaming at Lucky to lap it up and lick him clean, which Lucky did.
Then the beer bottle was wrenched from Lucky's stretched hole, and yet another huge guy stepped up to bat - taking his place behind Lucky and without warning, ramming his huge, already-erect cock into Lucky's ass.
Lucky screamed in agony as the guy went to work on him, violently pushing himself in and out of Lucky's well-worn hole, ignoring - or maybe even appreciating - the painful cry.
"Hey, pussy-boy, who said you could stop sucking?" someone else shouted, shoving his dick into Lucky's throat. Lucky gagged and pulled back, drawing a sharp slap from the would-be blowjob recipient, who forced his prick right back down. Lucky then accepted it fully, just as his own orgasm erupted, his hot jism spurting forth and covering the floor.
"Did I tell you to come?" the apparent ringleader shouted, yanking Lucky's head off the other man's dick. "Did I?" he screamed, louder, shaking Lucky, who was silent. "Answer me, boy!"
Lucky stunned the crowd by spitting at the enraged bully, who pushed everyone away, dragged Lucky to his feet and began hitting him. The other two participants who'd been so abruptly interrupted, joined in, battering Lucky with a round of brutal punches.
That was the last straw for Jason, who burst through the crowd and in one swift motion, threw the men off Lucky.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" the leather-head demanded, raising his fist.
"My name is Jason Morgan, and this is a friend of mine," Jason whispered, easily blocking the guy's punch. "So I'd suggest you call off your goons, and pray that he's okay, because if he's not, then I know exactly who to blame. And just how to take care of you."
Jason's ice cold tone and stare would have been enough to instantly cow the man, but once he heard the name of Port Charles' mysterious mobster, he waved at the others to back off.
"You got this all wrong - it's just a game, a show. The kid loved it. He's a natural."
Jason glared at the now-stuttering jerk, who made one last effort to persuade Jason that things were not as they seemed.
"I swear - it was all in fun..."
"Does he look like he's having fun?" Jason angrily inquired, lifting the man from the ground and pushing him down to the floor, where Lucky lay in an exhausted heap.
Infuriated by the guy's lame silence, Jason picked him up by the collar and tossed him against the wall. Then he focused on Lucky, reaching down and brushing the straggled strands of hair from his pale face. He had finally passed out. Jason had to get him out of here before these guys could do any further damage.
He wiped at the undried tears, his finger trailing over the kid's full, red, bruised lips. He was amazed when Lucky reflexively opened his mouth to suck on his finger. Jason was momentarily lost to the welcoming sensation but quickly regained control, picking Lucky up and carrying him out of the dark, dank hellhole.
"Dad," Lucky croaked out in a raspy breath as the fresh cool night air enveloped him.
"Don't worry, Lucky, you're safe," Jason assured him, instinctively placing his lips against Lucky's forehead in a comforting gesture as he carried him to the car.
"Where's my Dad?" Lucky whispered as Jason carefully set him down in the back seat. "He's coming, right?"
Jason didn't know what to say - or why Lucky was asking for Luke. He must be in shock, he assumed, probably flashing back to his captivity, hoping for the rescue that never came.
"It's okay, Lucky, it's over now," Jason whispered, using his t-shirt to try to clean Lucky up before getting into the front seat for the drive home. "I've got you."
He wasn't sure, but he could have sworn he saw Lucky smile in reply.
~~~~~~
Jason scowled as he fidgeted on the cot, trying to will his erection away. It was no use - he wasn't able to that night, he wouldn't be able to now.
"A final bit of irony," he announced to no one in particular.
You pulled him out of a dangerous situation and thrust him into another one all over again.
And now you expect him to rescue you?
No one's that lucky.
Interrogation Room
The tension and silence hung thick in the air for what seemed like an eternity. Alexis didn't know what to say or where to look as Taggert fumbled to put himself together, and Lucky seemed simply to hold his breath.
Finally, Alexis took a tentative step forward while Lucky struggled to his feet, rejecting Alexis' outstretched hand. Taggert swore under his breath, seeing the look of condemnation and concern on Alexis' face.
She looked at him with fury. "Take those damn things off of him!" she ordered, seeing Lucky strain against the handcuffs.
Taggert would have preferred to keep Lucky restrained, considering what he now knew the boy was capable of, but one look at Alexis and he could see that wasn't an option. He looked around and saw the keys on the floor, and grudgingly retrieved them, then freed Lucky's hands.
"Lucky, are you okay?" Alexis gently inquired. Lucky maintained his silence, ignoring Alexis' concern and making his way out of the interrogation room and into the adjoining hallway. Alexis and Taggert immediately followed.
"What do you need me to do?" Alexis prodded. "I can call a doctor, or your parents, or Elizabeth..."
"No, no - I don't want to talk to anyone," Lucky answered desperately. "You just have to get the tape, Alexis."
Taggert rolled his eyes, amazed at the performance Lucky was continuing to give. And he fumed, realizing that Lucky had every angle covered.
Alexis looked at Lucky blankly as he gestured to the closed surveillance room door marked "Authorized Personnel Only."
"From...in there. You know they videotape all of their suspect and witness interviews, Alexis. I can't let him keep some sick memento of what he just did to me."
Shaking his head, Taggert spat out, "You conniving, cocksucking piece of..."
"Who knows who else he'll show it to," Lucky talked over him. "You have to make him give it up."
"Of course, Lucky. We'll get it back right now..."
"I want to go in with you."
"It's okay, you just stay here, unless you don't trust me," Alexis added, sensing his doubts. "You don't, do you?"
"I want to, Alexis," Lucky sincerely averred. "It's just..."
Taggert guffawed loudly at the incredible acting job Alexis was getting. It was almost as good as the one he'd just been given, but not quite.
"It's okay, I understand," Alexis assured Lucky, wondering if he'd ever really come to trust another person after a lifetime of betrayals. "I won't let Taggert, or anyone, use that tape against you, Lucky."
Lucky was counting on that. "Then let's get it," he said abruptly.
"Just one thing," Taggert stopped them with a wave of his hand. "Oh, I'm sorry, did you forget I was here?"
"Taggert, you are in no position to argue right now. You either hand over that tape..."
"And the pictures, too," Lucky quickly added.
"What pictures?"
"The ones he took earlier tonight - of me and Jason," Lucky whispered, casting his eyes to the floor.
"Jason - oh my god. I forgot all about him!" Alexis realized. He was the reason she walked in on the commissioner's private party in the first place. "Where is he? And what was he arrested for?"
"Arrested? Try framed," Lucky alleged. "Our esteemed Commissioner went beyond trumping up false charges. He forced me to set Jason up, made it look like Jason was violating me, then brought me back here and did the job himself," Lucky said bitterly. "It's been a bang-up night."
"Apparently," Alexis glared at Taggert then squeezed her eyes shut and put her fingers to her nose. She prided herself on the ability to handle any and all legal situations, but this was already way out of control.
"He's lying, Alexis. I'm the one that's been set up here. You know me, you know I'd never go that far," Taggert insisted.
"Ha," Alexis scoffed. "I might have believed that before tonight. But not after walking in on that scene just now."
Taggert attempted to defend himself, but was cut off by Lucky's anxious plea.
"Alexis, I just want to get that tape and those photos and get out of here."
"Right," she nodded and started for the door to the surveillance room, but Taggert blocked her way.
"I'll never give up that tape, Alexis. It's the only thing that exonerates me."
"Exonerate you? Nothing can exonerate you, Taggert. I saw you with my own eyes!"
"Appearances can be deceiving, Counselor. You know that better than anyone. Why don't we take a look at the whole tape? Just you, me and Lucky."
Lucky's shamed, panic gaze was too much for Alexis. There was no way she would put him through that again.
"Sure, we could do that, Commissioner," Alexis pretended to go along. "While you're setting it up, I'll call your wife, and have a little chat with her. I don't have any videotapes, of course, but I think Keesha would be more than interested in hearing what I have to say."
"Alexis, come on, don't do this to me..."
"To you?" she spat. "Taggert, one of these days, you're going to have to realize that the world does not revolve around you, or your pathetic pursuit of Jason Morgan. I want that tape, I want those pictures and I want Jason Morgan's release papers, or I start making phone calls. Now."
Taggert sighed. The choice was clear - he couldn't jeopardize his marriage and career. He'd probably eventually end up losing both of them. Although he doubted Jason or Lucky would press charges against him, he couldn't risk Alexis revealing the details to Keesha.
He looked at Alexis and felt a wave of guilt, knowing that she'd never see him in the same light again after tonight.
"Okay, but this isn't over. Not by a long shot," Taggert bitterly relented.
PCPD
Holding Cell Number Thirteen
Jason listened for footsteps, but it was a false alarm. As the minutes ticked by, he forced himself not to think about why Lucky hadn't sprung him yet. He couldn't obsess over what might be happening right now, outside his cell. And he didn't want to remember what had occurred earlier that evening. So instead, his mind returned to that night, and another long vigil.
Only Lucky was the one whose wrists were tied...
~~~~~~
Outside Port Charles
Safehouse
Jason leaned back in the leather armchair and stretched his legs. He was going to be sore in the morning. 'Not as sore as he'll be', he mused, looking over to the bed, where Lucky's fitful sleep seemed to have finally quieted.
'I should untie him,' Jason determined. 'That sedative must have finally kicked in.'
The doctor's brief examination of Lucky had been complicated by the patient's reluctance to be touched. The shot administered seemed to have little effect, so Jason had finally been required to tie Lucky down so the doctor could do his job. He informed Jason that Lucky would be fine - no permanent damage had been done. At least, not physically.
'Not physically.'
The implication hung thick in the air as soon as the doctor said it. But Jason couldn't do anything to help Lucky mentally or emotionally. He'd done all he could - he found him and rescued him, then got him medical attention. The rest wasn't his concern. There was nothing else for him to do.
'You could untie him,' Jason told himself. Again.
The doctor had instructed Jason to leave Lucky restrained until his breathing was even, and his slumber peaceful.
That was over an hour ago.
Jason tried to deny the pleasing effect it had on him to observe Lucky's long, lean form, stretched taut, arms raised over his head. He tried to ignore the persistent hard-on he'd had since the doctor's exit. He tried to tell himself that this was Lucky, a guy, a kid for god's sake. An obviously screwed-up kid. Jason didn't need this. He didn't want it.
He didn't want him.
"What are you going to do to me?"
Lucky's soft whisper shocked Jason out of his internal battle.
"I'm not going to do anything to you, Lucky," Jason promised. Lucky seemed more disappointed than reassured by the pledge.
He struggled to awaken, his eyes traveling around the room and finally settling on Jason, who appeared tired and anxious.
And aroused.
Jason could feel Lucky's eyes on him - he cleared his throat and looked away as Lucky stretched. "You must... I mean you probably have to go," Jason abruptly stated.
"I guess," Lucky grudgingly agreed. "But if you want me out of here, you're going to have to untie me first." He tugged on the ropes. "I'll be good, I swear," he said with a cynical smile.
"No, no, that's not what I meant. You don't have to leave," Jason blurted, surprising his guest, and himself, with his persuasive tone. He really didn’t want Lucky to take off. He was still healing, after all. "I just meant - you probably have to use the bathroom..."
"Oh, I get it," Lucky nodded, studying his hesitant host.
Jason felt those curious eyes on him again and snapped, "Of course, you're more than welcome to leave, anytime."
"I have nowhere to go. At least, nowhere I want to be," Lucky lamented, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the pillows.
Jason's sympathy returned, hearing Lucky's lost, lonely declaration, seeing his tired, bruised body. Remembering what exactly had brought them here.
"Here, let me undo these," Jason finally took action. He sat down on the mattress and leaned over Lucky, reaching to untie the ropes. Jason's body was inflamed by the close physical contact, and so, it seemed, was Lucky's. Jason tried to work as quickly as possible. 'Just untie him, don‘t think about it,' he told himself.
"I'm sorry we had to do this to you," Jason fumbled for an explanation as he fiddled with the ropes.
"We?"
"The doctor, and me," Jason clarified.
"There was a doctor here?"
"Yeah, but you weren't too cooperative when he tried to examine you."
Lucky frowned, unable to recall the doctor's examination. "Why did you call a doctor?"
"Well, it seemed like you needed one. Do you remember what happened last night, Lucky? You were in pretty rough shape..."
"You came to the bar," Lucky recounted, a defeated tremor in his voice. "You found me."
Jason allowed himself to look directly into Lucky's eyes, expecting to find shame or humiliation or regret. But he didn't see any of that - he saw defiance.
"I was fine," Lucky angrily countered Jason's sympathetic gaze. "I didn’t need you. It would have been okay. I'm always okay."
"If you say so," Jason continued to look into Lucky's eyes. He didn't feel any sense of triumph when the blue gaze turned cloudy, then watery.
"Just untie me and let me go," Lucky whispered, closing his eyes as Jason finished his task.
"All set - you're free," Jason announced as the last knot was untangled.
"I guess that's that then. Free at last," Lucky laughed bitterly, massaging his wrists. He moved to get up, but was blocked by Jason, who didn't seem willing, or able, to stand.
"Let me take a look," Jason offered, holding Lucky's arms and examining the raw, red rope marks. "I’m sorry. That looks painful."
"You get used to it," Lucky said flatly.
"I should have taken the ropes off sooner," Jason apologized. "But the doctor thought..."
"It's okay," Lucky interrupted, placing his hand over Jason's. "You did what you had to. I understand." He inched closer to Jason, allowing his eyes to travel over Jason's impressive physique, lingering on his crotch, then meeting his eyes.
This time it was Jason who couldn't hold Lucky's gaze, unable to give in to the hidden meanings and implications of his words, and actions, of everything he was feeling. He pulled away quickly.
"I have to go," Jason announced.
"Go ahead," Lucky smiled knowingly. "You don't need my permission."
"No, I don't," Jason snapped, still unnerved by the way Lucky was looking at him. He turned away, determined to end this encounter.
"You must have business, and a family, to attend to."
"Yeah, I do," Jason affirmed, more to remind himself than anything.
"Can you just tell me why you were there last night?" Lucky asked hesitantly as he sat on the edge of the bed.
"Someone called Luke's and said you needed help."
"But did you tell anyone where you found me, or what was going on?"
"No, Lucky," Jason assured him. "No one else knows about this, except the doctor, and he won't tell anyone. He's paid to do the job and keep his mouth shut."
"Yeah, I guess no one else will have to know," he murmured introspectively before looking up. "What about Johnny?"
"What about him?"
"He was here, too, wasn't he?"
"I didn't think you'd remember that."
"I didn't think you'd lie to me."
"I wasn't lying," Jason hedged. "All right, yes," he admitted. "Johnny was here; he's still here, actually. He's outside. I asked him to help me out. I needed him to get the doctor. And he’ll take you home whenever you‘re ready. You don't have to be embarrassed..."
"I'm not embarrassed. I just want to know what's going on, that's all."
"I'd like to know that, too, Lucky," Jason stated, finally broaching the subject they'd been avoiding. "Can you tell me? Do you even know, do you remember, what you were doing last night when I found you."
"When you found me?" Lucky almost chuckled, but stopped himself. "Yeah, I remember, Jason. Did you already forget? I'm not sure exactly when you came in, but no doubt I was blowing some guy while another one fucked me."
The harsh and angry tone made Jason regret the question. "That's not what I meant."
"What did you mean then? What do you want to know, Jason?"
"I just want to know why," Jason said sincerely.
"Why not?" Lucky answered flippantly.
"Fine. You don't want to tell me, it's none of my business. But you should be careful, Lucky. Next time, I might not be there to save you."
"Save me?" Lucky was amazed. "You think I should be grateful to you? For what - doing what you thought you needed to? Don't kid yourself, Jason. I could have gone ten more rounds with those jerks. You have no idea what I can or can't take, or what I'm capable of," he declared.
Somehow, Jason knew that was probably true.
"I didn't need anyone to save me last night," Lucky continued. "I just needed..."
"What? What did you need?"
"You wouldn't understand."
"How do you know? I might be able to understand more than anyone."
"Don't flatter yourself, man."
"Look, I'm not judging you, Lucky," Jason pressed on. "I know what it's like. I know how it feels to wake up one day and be a totally different person, knowing everyone is waiting and hoping for you to go back to who you used to be."
Lucky swallowed hard at Jason's assertion. The guy was nothing if not blunt, but his insight caught Lucky off guard.
"But I know it's different for you, too, because you remember the person you used to be. Is that what you were doing last night - punishing yourself for not being that person anymore?
"I was just reminding myself who I am, remembering what I've become," Lucky revealed sadly. "And now, I guess, you know, too."
"Yeah, I guess I do."
~~~~~~
But it had taken a long time to really get to know Lucky, Jason reminded himself. Lucky left that morning, and Jason wondered if that was the end of it. He stopped himself countless times from picking up the phone, from driving by Lucky and Elizabeth's place, from trying to think of ways to check up on him.
And then one night, there he was.
On the docks. In the rain.
~~~~~~
The warm humid day finally yielded to the cloudy evening and small drops turned into a downpour. The sudden torrent pasted Jason’s t-shirt to his chest. He ran a hand through his wet hair, trying to keep the rain from streaming down his face, then caught sight of someone up ahead.
"Lucky, is that you?" Jason called out, recognizing the shadowy figure standing in the middle of the downpour. "Don't run away."
Lucky turned to face him, lips slightly parted. His clothing was soaked through, his shirt and jeans matted tight against his body. His hair was slicked back, but a few wet strands fell out of place and clung to his forehead. Drops of rainwater beaded against his skin, and under the dock lamps, he seemed to glisten.
Jason sucked in a deep breath. He'd spent the past week trying to get Lucky's image out of his brain, but now that he saw him again, in the flesh, looking wild and raw, he knew that would be impossible.
"I have to go," Lucky spoke up, as he walked towards Jason.
"Okay," Jason nodded, continuing to walk to him, stopping just inches away. "I just wanted to make sure you're all right. I've been thinking about you..."
Lucky stopped as well, his eyes focused on Jason, reading past the concern in his voice. "I can tell," he whispered, reaching down to grab Jason's crotch.
The intimate touch startled him. "What the hell are you doing?" Jason snapped, pushing Lucky’s hand away.
"You don't know? Has it been that long?" Lucky laughed. "Don't tell me my cousin's been neglecting you."
"Don't talk about Carly," Jason warned.
"Fine - I don't want to talk at all," Lucky agreed, pushing himself up against the bigger man. "I want to wrap my lips around this," he tugged at Jason's zipper and squeezed his cock through the wet denim. "And then I want to feel it in my ass. I know it's what you want, too, Jason. You can't deny it. It's in you. I've seen it."
"Get off of me!" Jason yelled, pushing the kid back and slamming Lucky down on the wet wooden planks. He instantly regretted it, reaching a hand out to pull him up. "I'm sorry," he sighed.
"It's okay, Jason," Lucky assured him, rising to his feet, but still gripping Jason's hand. "You can do whatever you want to me. I can take it. I want to take it. I want you to take me."
Jason shook his hand free. "What if that's not what I want?"
"Then I'll leave you alone," Lucky shrugged, slicking his hair back once again. "I'll just go back to the Battering Ram. I'm sure I can find someone there who wants me, probably more than one."
"No, I don't want you to go back there," Jason forcefully insisted, his gaze scanning the immediate area, making sure they weren't being watched.
They weren't. The rain had chased everyone away from the docks. Lucky smiled to himself in the dark.
"I don't want to go back there, either," he said. "But I will..."
"No, you won't," Jason resolved.
"You think one unrequested save gives you the right to control my life, Jason?" Lucky laughed darkly. "It takes a lot more than that to control me."
"What does it take then?" Jason found himself inquiring.
"I think you know," Lucky arrogantly retorted. "You started it the other night. You wanted it - you wanted me. Take me," he challenged.
"You're crazy," Jason stepped back, shaking his head. "I don't need this. And I certainly don't want you," he lied, ignoring the persistent ache in his groin.
"Then get out of my way," Lucky demanded. "If you won’t fuck me, then fuck you. I’ll find someone who’s willing to do the job."
Lucky started to move around him, but Jason grabbed him by the arm - dragging Lucky into the alley and pushing him up against the wall. His breath came out heavy and warm against Lucky's face. He could see the needy anticipation lingering in Lucky's eyes. "What do you want?"
"I already told you," Lucky replied, provoking him even further.
"Yeah, I guess you did," Jason nodded. He could practically still feel the touch of Lucky’s hand on his cock. The desire to feel it again battled against his conscience. He closed his eyes, and the memory of that night at the Battering Ram came flooding back to him.
Lucky could sense Jason's internal dilemma. "It doesn't have to be like that," he read Jason's thoughts. "You’re not like those jerks, Jason, I know that. But you're used to giving orders," he whispered smoothly. "And I'm used to taking them."
Jason opened his eyes again and saw Lucky's raw need and desire. And for the first time since that fateful night, Jason silently admitted his own. If this was what Lucky was searching for, then Jason would give it to him.
He clutched Lucky's upper arms, increasing his firm hold on him as his eyes fixed on the kid's moist lips. "Get on your knees and suck my dick," he ordered.
"I thought you'd never ask," Lucky rasped.
Jason gently wiped the raindrops from Lucky's face, then gripped his shoulder and forced him to his knees, pushing his cock in Lucky's face.
"I'm not asking."
~~~~~~
Lucky had sucked Jason off many times since that night, but Jason could still remember the thrill of that first encounter...
~~~~~~
He tried to stifle his moan at the first touch of Lucky's talented tongue on his throbbing prick. The kid attacked his cock, taking the full thickness into his throat all at once, engulfing him. Jason gasped - no one had ever taken him in so quickly and completely. Lucky slowly drew himself off of Jason, then began to lap voraciously at Jason's twitching member, sliding his tongue along the underside, then squeezing his lips around the head, all the while pumping the long shaft with his hand. He then lowered his mouth to suck on Jason's heavy balls, taking one, then the other into his mouth.
Jason was amazed by Lucky's skillful ministrations, but he was impatient, longing for Lucky to swallow him fully again. He brought Lucky's mouth down on his cock with a forceful push.
"Can you do that again?" he murmured, his voice husky with need.
Lucky ignored him, continuing the pleasing, but frustrating tongue bath on Jason's balls.
"I thought this was what you wanted?" Jason growled, gripping his dick. He pulled Lucky's head back forcefully. "Don't stop sucking until I tell you to," he breathed, pushing his long, thick shaft as far into Lucky's throat as possible. He thought he saw Lucky smile before swallowing him again, but soon all he could hear was Lucky gagging. Jason expected him to pull back, but Lucky didn't budge.
After a few seconds, Lucky managed to push himself further down onto Jason's dick. Jason looked down to see his balls slapping against Lucky's chin. The sight of Lucky servicing him so completely blew his mind, and Jason began to fuck Lucky's mouth roughly, thrusting himself in and out.
"Is this what you can‘t get enough of," he demanded, grabbing a fistful of Lucky's hair and yanking him off his dick. Lucky let out a frustrated moan as Jason withdrew the object of his adoration. His eyes were wild with lust and need as he licked his lips and tried to recapture Jason's dick in his mouth.
Jason's grip on Lucky held firm. "Then you can stop looking for it somewhere else. You'll suck this where and when and how I tell you. You’re mine now - got that?"
Lucky eagerly nodded his assent.
"Good," Jason declared, looking down into those hungering blue eyes. "Stand up."
"What?" Lucky asked, dazed.
Jason pulled him to a standing position.
"I thought you said you wanted to feel this in your ass," he recalled, holding his slick, pulsating member. "Or were you lying to me?"
Lucky just shook his head, unable to form a coherent response.
"Good. Don't ever lie to me, Lucky, because I won't ever lie to you. Now drop your pants and turn around for me."
Jason expected resistance, but Lucky obediently complied, lowering his jeans to reveal his own towering erection, as well as the firm, perfect ass Jason had been fantasizing about since that night at the Battering Ram.
Jason pushed the kid up against the wall, positioned himself behind Lucky, slowly rubbing and kneading his buttocks, causing Lucky to moan impatiently. "Fuck me, please," he begged, pushing his ass into Jason's crotch.
Jason jerked Lucky's arms over his head and held them there against the dirty wet bricks. "Don't worry - I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to stop," Jason breathed into Lucky's ear, suddenly ramming his dick into Lucky's ass.
Lucky's gasp of pleasure and pain was drowned out by Jason's cry of pure carnal bliss, as he entered Lucky's tight hole. He slammed himself in and out, riding Lucky relentlessly. He wanted it to last forever, but the sensation of being inside Lucky was overwhelming, and after a few more minutes of wild thrusting, Jason's orgasm erupted. He buried his face in Lucky's back as he shot wave after wave of cum into Lucky's asshole.
Once he was spent, Jason roughly wrenched his dick out, and released Lucky's hands. He kept his eyes closed, his breathing ragged as he came down from that high, and the reality of what he'd just done sunk in. His eyes flew open when he felt Lucky's mouth on his dick.
"What the..."
"Just cleaning you off," Lucky explained, diligently licking Jason's cock after it had just reamed his ass.
He thoroughly bathed Jason's flesh and balls with his tongue, stimulating Jason in the process. Jason was simultaneously horrified and thrilled watching Lucky service him this way. His body had no such qualms, however. When the task was completed, Lucky had both cleaned Jason, and aroused him again.
"Mmm, that feels so good," Jason heard himself praise Lucky, who looked up proudly, his own cock completely erect. Lucky began to stroke himself, but Jason swatted his hand away.
"You don't come until I do, isn't that how this works?” Jason challenged. “You obey my needs before your own." Lucky nodded, groaning in frustration. Jason was a quick study. "This is what you asked for, Lucky. There's no turning back now."
Lucky allowed himself a small smile as Jason barked out another order. "Suck me off, and this time, get ready to swallow."
"Yes, sir," Lucky readily agreed, taking Jason into his mouth for the second time that night.
He had him right where he wanted him.