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  Copyright© 2014 Raven McAllan

  ISBN: 978-1-77130-989-9

  Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

  Editor: JC Chute

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  DEDICATION

  To Tina, for all her support, and the use of her name. And as ever, to Paul and the dust bunnies.

  DOUBLE JACKSON

  Raven McAllan

  Copyright © 2014

  Chapter One

  "Jackson Carrick, get your ass in gear and listen up. Now."

  Jack groaned as an overloud rattle and jangle told him that Tina, his housekeeper, had opened the curtains. The bright light seared his retinas behind his eyelids and confirmed it. He opened one eye and peered blearily up at her.

  "Whaa?"

  Beside him, Coll muttered and buried his head under the pillow.

  "Coll Roberts, this applies to you as well," Tina said. "Are you both naked under there?"

  Jack lifted the duvet with exaggerated care and looked underneath. Coll's cock waved a welcome. His own dick was in a similar state of attention.

  "Yup. Both naked. Why?"

  "Because I really don't want to see two great hairy pricks and asses––well, not two naked ones. I see enough of you both as it is."

  "Harsh, Tina. Very harsh. Coll shaved yesterday."

  "Not my balls, though," Coll said under his breath. Evidently he'd forgotten that Tina had sharp hearing.

  "Too much information, Collum."

  Jack sniggered and she stared at him. Tina had a way of looking into him that made him want to own up to every misdemeanor he'd ever gotten away with, and then some. He rushed to speak. "I can't ditch the beard. I need it for the part. Damned itchy it is, as well." Jack scratched the stubble, which had grown past the designer stage and into the scruffy one. He'd be glad when his latest TV series was filmed and he could either grow a proper beard or become clean-shaven. Kick-ass cops and hot women were beginning to pall––especially the hot women. He was strictly a one-man guy.

  "If you don't both sit up and listen, I am going to pull the covers off you." Tina glared at him with something more than impatience in her expression. "Jack, this is important." Her tone was harsh. As Tina was one of the most even-tempered people Jack knew, he decided whatever was bugging her was serious.

  Jack poked Coll in the nearest part of anatomy he could reach. Of course it had to be Coll's dick, which reacted with predictable enthusiasm and leaked some of that 'enthusiasm' over Jack's hand. He wiped his palm on Coll's leg and bit back a grin as Coll swore under his breath.

  "Pardon?" Tina stood next to the bed, with her hands on her hips. "Do I need to do the magic countdown?" It was obvious she was a parent.

  "No. Does she, Coll?" Jack sat up and tugged on Coll's short blond hair.

  Coll struggled upright. "No, no, of course not. Hey, Tina, wozzup?"

  He rubbed his eyes. "Except from Stu's usual crappy homemade beer. At least Jack has an excuse not to drink it."

  "I'd still rather not be coeliac and be able to drink beer, like you. Just not Stu's, of course… And I must sort out that press statement soon. Anyway, Tina, what's up?"

  "Apart from you two and shenanigans, I have no idea." She walked across to the long table set under the window and poured each of them a cup of tea. "But what were you thinking of, Jack?" She handed each man a cuppa, picked up another cup herself and sat on the end of the bed.

  "When?" Jack had no idea what she was talking about. Was she talking about the fact he had yet to mention his allergy to all things gluten? He understood, and was happy to accept he needed to make the world aware he'd been diagnosed Coeliac. However, it had only been a couple of days since the test results were in and he'd met with his consultant. Surely, Tina didn't think he should have sorted everything out so quickly?

  "Dave will be here in a sec." Dave, her husband, was a Detective Inspector who worked along side Jack's brother in the local police station. "He wants to talk to you."

  "Shall we ask you to leave and we'll get up?" Jack was beginning to feel alarmed. A tiny, nasty spider of worry tickled his spine. Perhaps he wouldn't feel so vulnerable, if he weren't bollocks naked under the covers.

  Tina shook her head. "It'll take too long. This is a crisis meeting. Dave's just parking the car. Now, drink your tea. You'll need it."

  It was, Jack thought, an unusual set up, but it worked for them. How many other gay couples could sit in bed—naked—and drink tea with their housekeeper? Not many, he reckoned.

  Tina put her cup to her mouth. Her hand wasn't as steady as usual, and a frisson of fear snaked into Jack's tummy.

  "Are you ill?" he asked her abruptly.

  She jumped, and her eyes widened. He couldn't see any ‘fib-telling’ guilt in them.

  "What? No, of course not."

  "Leaving us? Pregnant?" Jack persisted in thinking of any scenario that might have her worried. "Forgotten to take my library books back?" That would be hard. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d managed to pop into the library, let alone pick some books. "Running away with the guy on the number 52 bus?"

  She chuckled. At least he'd raised her mood. "Ha! Not much chance of any of that. If I left you, I'd lose my two best friends. I'm too old and wily to get pregnant, the library has given up on you and the number 52 bus stopped running last year."

  Jack glanced at Coll, who raised one eyebrow. Evidently he was as mystified as Jack. The sound of footsteps climbing the stairs caught his attention. Every third one creaked.

  "Look, here's Dave. He'll explain," said Tina.

  The relief in her voice was evident. Jack looked at Coll, who shrugged.

  Still no idea there either, then.

  The door opened and a tall, heavy-set older man walked in. He smirked when he saw Jack and Coll, and grinned widely at Tina.

  "Hey, babe. You got ‘em pinned down, then." It wasn't a question. Tina sniggered.

  "Well, duh. But it's up to you to fill them in." Tina handed him a cup of tea. "I'm a wuss. I've left it up to you."

  Dave nodded. "Thanks for the tea and your faith in me." He swallowed a mouthful of tea, and put the cup down. "Jack, where were you last night?"

  Jack blinked. The tone was more like a police interrogation than a friendly question.

  "At Stu and Euan's. Which is why Coll looks like something the cat dragged in, and I'm all bright and alert." He spoiled his statement by yawning. "Almost, anyway. I stuck to Merlot. Coll was on that pigswill Stu calls his beer. Therefore, I have no hangover."

  "And I do," Coll said, and groaned. "It is truly awful. I have a feeling their pot plants are suffering as well."

  "Why?" Tina asked. The interest in her voice made it husky. Dave cleared his throat.

  "I fed half my beer to them," Coll said.

  She laughed.

  Dave looked up at the ceiling and sighed, the sigh of a man at the end of his tether. "Give me strength. Look, you two, this is bloody serious. Jack, I've got the nod to ask you this now, here, but be warned, I might not be able to diffuse all the flack. Where were you between ten p.m. and midnight last night?"

  Jack wondered what bizarre dream he was having. Why were Dave and Tina in his and Coll's bedroom––whilst he and Coll were still in bed, nak
ed—and asking something like that? Dave knew perfectly well they’d visited their friends. He'd driven them there before he went to work.

  "At Stu and Euan's. You know that. You took us." He just managed to keep the impatience out of his voice, but it was a close one.

  "That was at seven p.m. Just answer the bloody question, Jack."

  "At Stu and Euan's. Stuart McCall and Euan Baker." He heard the impatience now, and slowed his voice. There was no point getting mad before he knew why he needed to. "Do you want the address?"

  Dave ignored his tone. "I have it. Go on."

  "We left around half past twelve and came straight home. Then we came to bed. No nightcap or anything. Three glasses of Merlot is one and a half above my limit when I'm filming, and like Coll says, he was pot plant feeding most of the night. We slept the sleep of the righteous. Why?"

  Dave answered the question with a question. "Can the taxi driver corroborate that?"

  Jack bit back the expletive he really wanted to say. He knew fine well he was beyond impatient and becoming annoyed. What the fuck was going on?

  "I don't think he knows we went to bed, or what we got up to, which I might add, sadly, was nothing. But I guess he could corroborate the time we came home. If you asked him."

  Under the duvet, Coll put his hand on Jack’s thigh and squeezed it in warning. "Calm down, love, and let Dave finish before you get mad."

  Jack nodded, and wriggled in the hope Coll's hand would slip somewhere more interesting. It didn't.

  "Thanks," Dave said. "You see, according to all these gossip rags, you were in Sasha's last night."

  He threw a pile of newspapers on the bed.

  Coll picked one up and his eyes widened. "Sasha's? That's tits and bums. Fuck me. Now you can get mad. What shite is this?"

  Dave shrugged. "I was hoping you could tell me."

  Jack picked up the top paper. There, in stark big, black letters was the damning headline.

  "Jackson Carrick: Gay in more ways than one?"

  Underneath was a picture of Jack bare chested, fondling one woman's boobs with one hand, and his other hand up the skirt of another female.

  Chapter Two

  "It's not me." Jack threw the paper down on the duvet. "Shut your eyes, Tina. I'm getting up."

  "You are up," Coll muttered under his breath. His cock told him that, even without seeing Jack’s erection. He walked his fingers up the hard length of Jack's thigh and squeezed Jack's dick at the base. Jack took a deep breath just as Tina got off the bed. The look he flashed Coll was one hundred percent wickedness.

  "No need," Tina said. "I'm going to start cooking breakfast. You have twenty minutes." She left the room, and within seconds they heard the clatter of her clogs as she went downstairs.

  "I'll follow her." Dave stood up and ran his hand over his head, before he gathered the newspapers together, and tucked them under his arm. "We need to have a confab, I reckon. Someone is trying to create mischief, Jack. We need to sort it…and soon." The phone rang and he looked from the instrument to Jack. "Don't answer it. Not yet. It'll be ambulance chasers and sensationalists wanting an original quote. Fuck off is not original." He sketched a wave as he went into the hallway. "That twenty is about thirteen now."

  "Unlucky for some." Jack kicked the duvet downwards. His cock stood up proud from its nest of hair. Its bulbous tip glistened with pre-cum.

  Coll almost salivated. "Thirteen's my lucky number," he said huskily.

  "Yeah, and mine." Jack turned around so his head was inches away from Coll's cock. "I don't need all thirteen. I reckon for a quickie, three will do?"

  "Oh, yes." Coll didn't say any more as Jack fastened his mouth on Coll's dick and sucked. It was all he could do to gather his scattered wits and return the favor. As he laved the length of Jack's cock, and the silky smooth skin rippled beneath his tongue, Coll stopped thinking and just sank into the sensations of the give and take.

  Jack groaned and the reverberations tickled Coll's cock. The tingles and shivers it created hitched his arousal up by several notches.

  The salty sweet tang of Jack's pre-cum teased his taste buds, and the ever-thickening liquid coated his tongue. Jack began to shake and Coll increased his ministrations. His own cock was harder and more sensitive by the second, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold his climax back for long.

  Jack shuddered and his cock inside Coll's mouth swelled. Coll tightened his lips around it as he licked one finger, and then two more to transfer some of the liquid onto his digits. He pressed the fingers against the ring of muscles that guarded the way into Jack's ass. Then he pushed past them in one long movement, before he began to scissor them deep inside Jack's anus.

  "Hmm… Phh ammph." The words were indecipherable, as Jack’s lips tightened on Coll's dick. His ass muscles clenched around Coll's fingers and pressed down onto his lover's hand. Jack lifted his ass off the bed, still muttering incoherently around Coll's cock as he flooded Coll's mouth with hot, thick salty cum.

  It was the only encouragement Coll needed. He swallowed the cum, just as he came in one long spurt of liquid, and lost the will to think. All that existed for Coll was his mouth full of softening cock, and his lover's hot breath and mouth caressing his dick in return.

  How long they lay like that, as they held each other's dicks in their mouths as they softened, Coll had no idea. Jack grunted and let Coll's dick fall gently to his belly. As Jack's cock relaxed, Coll moved his mouth off it, and released it with a gentle pop.

  "Deep breaths. I'm going take my fingers out." His voice held a warning note.

  "'Kay." Jack's breath evened out. Slowly, Coll pulled his digits backwards until the sharp hiss from his lover told him he was almost through the tight ring of muscles. In all honesty there was no easy, non-painful way to withdraw once the heightened awareness of passion dissipated, so Coll did as he always did. Pulled out as smoothly as he could, but without lingering.

  Jack let his breath out with a noise akin to a kettle about to boil.

  "I always wonder if that fantastic ass-fucking is worth that last hissing sting when you're back to earth." He rolled around so his mouth was next to Coll's. "But not for more than a nanosecond. It's definitely worth it." His tongue brushed Coll's lips and Coll tasted his own cum as he opened his mouth to welcome Jack's tongue inside. However, it wasn't for long. Within seconds he ended the kiss, groaned and winced. "I lied. It was three minutes, fifty-five seconds worth of quickie wonderland. Now we need the fastest showers on record, if we're to beat Tina's deadline. Else she'd not think twice about coming in and dragging us downstairs by our dicks." He slid off the bed. "Shit, the floor's cold. Why didn't we go for fitted carpets?"

  "Aesthetic ambience or something. Translated into sheer stupidity and we didn't want to piss the designer off?"

  "Yeah." Jack headed towards the bathroom. "Though I'm glad we kept the double shower."

  So was Coll. He followed Jack next door, turned on the second showerhead and stood under the spray.

  "Fastest shower on record," Jack said as a minute later they dried themselves off. "And no fumbling, fiddling, or hanky panky. That's shameful. Waste of a Sunday off work, if you ask me."

  "That's sensible." Coll corrected him with a laugh, as he dragged on boxers and jeans. "The wrath of Tina is not worth engaging, just for a bit of ‘how's-yer-father’ when there's no chance of finding out."

  "True." Jack pulled on a t-shirt the same dark blue color of his eyes, and Coll's cock started the samba. That t-shirt was one of his favorites.

  Down, boy…no time. Coll spoke severely to his recalcitrant body, which as ever ignored him. He rearranged his dick under the well-worn denim that hid it from view and took a soft chambray shirt from its hanger. With a bit of luck the sculpted hem would hide his hard-on. Hell’s bells, he should be worn out, not raring to go. However, Coll accepted that around Jack his body was always primed, eager, and ready. Even after five years he still had 'pinch me' moments. After all, Jack was a renowned a
ctor, with screen—big and small—and stage credits to his name. Coll was a part-time teacher and a lowly part-time journalist for the local weekly newspaper, and loved both his jobs. They’d met when Jack came to open the newly restored Victorian theatre in town, and Coll interviewed him. To say it was love at first sight was a misstatement. More like mistrust, then lust. Love had followed slowly as each began to open up and commit to the other.

  Coll twisted the ring on his wedding finger. The plain silver band was identical to the one Jack wore, and their wedding the previous year had been small and intimate. They held it in the woods near their home, with only close friends in attendance, and no paparazzi within miles. It had been perfect.

  Now someone seemed to be intent on upsetting their happiness.

  "Have you pissed off anyone lately?" he asked Jack as they left the room and walked downstairs. "You know, pinched their part?"

  "I haven't pinched anyone's parts, apart from yours. Shit, that's a mouthful but you know what I mean. How about you?"

  Coll scratched his head. "Not unless you count giving Tessa Watson detention last week for painting her nails in class. For the third time. She was mad. Her mum wrote me a note to thank me." He paused and opened the kitchen door. "It was mum's nail varnish."

  Jack laughed as they entered the kitchen.

  Dave looked up from his bacon and eggs as they slid onto the bench across from him. "Thirty seconds to spare. She's got the stop watch on you."

  Tina turned around from where she was plating up two hearty Scottish breakfasts. "David Hapgood, zip it. I'm timing the cake in the oven, and well you know it."

  Dave grinned. "Yeah, but this pair didn't. I put the fear of God into them. I bet they had a quickie. I didn't."

  The pathos in his tone was so perfect, Coll choked back a laugh.

  Tina moved over to him and poked him in the chest. “You spoke?"